tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7002812477524706482..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Stirrings of the TemporalUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53865312596496150222011-10-22T06:59:06.882-07:002011-10-22T06:59:06.882-07:00Vassilis,
I'd be a nervous wreck.
Steve,
T...Vassilis,<br /><br />I'd be a nervous wreck.<br /><br /><br />Steve,<br /><br />These tremors emanated from deep beneath the Clark Kerr Campus.<br /><br />(Formerly known as The California School of the Deaf, Dumb and Blind.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-39407099726741109782011-10-21T23:50:27.552-07:002011-10-21T23:50:27.552-07:00Imagine if every quake left us with such a poem--i...Imagine if every quake left us with such a poem--if it did and if you were living here in Messenias, Tom, you would have written over 1000 poems in the last three months! Earthshaking,eh?<br /><br />(By the way, I'm way behind schedule.)vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-45605882783567204782011-10-21T10:27:42.074-07:002011-10-21T10:27:42.074-07:00Tom,
"The two o'clock quake rocked the c...Tom,<br /><br />"The two o'clock quake rocked the clock" -- didn't feel it here (driving around the lagoon, a kingfisher on the telephone wire also apparently undisturbed ), nor the eight o'clock one either (why not? maybe because we live out here on the Pacific Plate?). . .<br /><br />10.21<br /><br />light coming into sky above still black<br />ridge, white curve of moon above branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> in which time and dimension<br /> make appearance, here<br /><br /> made “geometrical,” already<br /> itself, pictures that<br /><br />grey white of fog against top of ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65575652911498551512011-10-21T10:07:42.923-07:002011-10-21T10:07:42.923-07:00From the deep past emerge the faint voices of the ...From the deep past emerge the faint voices of the women of my family, asking archly (of this or that), "Will wonders never cease?"<br /><br />We become those who have preceded us. Though on the West Side of Chicago, there were, fortunately, never earthquakes to wonder archly about. Those women had "enough on their plate", as the saying goes, I guess, without having the table start rocking on them.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-78888811892745119812011-10-21T09:59:15.084-07:002011-10-21T09:59:15.084-07:00Yes, it must be the season of quakes. Even Ohio, ...Yes, it must be the season of quakes. Even Ohio, dull and immobile as it appears is capable of a few. Nothing canyonesque about this area,which is still awaiting the arrival of such wonders . . .Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6658561839187162362011-10-21T09:35:27.633-07:002011-10-21T09:35:27.633-07:00Thanks very much, O ye elite distinguished friends...Thanks very much, O ye elite distinguished friends. <br /><br />Brad, our cats were not amused, either. But their consciousness is ahistorical. They got over it.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79446022626326150312011-10-21T09:12:10.054-07:002011-10-21T09:12:10.054-07:00I was indeed, like a hurricane. Or, rather, like a...I was indeed, like a hurricane. Or, rather, like a cluster of "that felt worse than it was" tremors. The dog was not amused.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62883286423409045472011-10-21T09:11:24.595-07:002011-10-21T09:11:24.595-07:00This is such a good companion piece to the Arp: cl...This is such a good companion piece to the Arp: clean, well-crafted, curious, mysterious, functional -- just like a cuckoo clock. Canyonesque arrived yesterday and looked so beautiful when I opened the package. I started in the middle and loved Riches and Pulp. I also liked the page format and knowing when and where my book was made. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-685821300795414012011-10-21T09:10:35.034-07:002011-10-21T09:10:35.034-07:00Brad, if I'm guessing correctly, you were rock...Brad, if I'm guessing correctly, you were rocked yesterday too... As they say in the Strasse, "You feel me?"TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-42709705885000572182011-10-21T09:02:41.351-07:002011-10-21T09:02:41.351-07:00"just under us, just underlining the obvious&..."just under us, just underlining the obvious" is a brilliant line. Every quiver that quakes me from my workaday inebriation, at home and at office, is the feeling of inevitability, the forgetting of poetry, and the reminder of prose -- "my clarity is genuine, not false, while my dread, as you in your pathetic hope imagine it, does not exist."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com