tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7114669599058182282..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Leaving us hangingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-45838879799249634012016-12-05T07:54:39.559-08:002016-12-05T07:54:39.559-08:00I'm local to Cley Hill too. Saved that amazing...I'm local to Cley Hill too. Saved that amazing image for some future blogpost of my own..... Feels a bit wrong to cherrypick it from the total context of your post but hey. <br /><br />All of that frosty immemorial countryside back of Warminster is SPTA army land without a single inhabitant since WW2. Somewhere in the middle of it is the cleared village of Little Imber on the Down, now opened to the public once a year. Michael Peveretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17090710369630916194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-56965561143821792962016-12-03T00:31:21.889-08:002016-12-03T00:31:21.889-08:00and talking of Red Right Hands...
...a story goes...<br />and talking of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUlgN__Jrxk" rel="nofollow">Red Right Hands...</a><br /><br />...<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/dec/02/steve-mnuchin-profile-donald-trump-treasury" rel="nofollow">a story goes with</a> the bottom picture hereTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66855852673787826432016-12-02T23:56:42.269-08:002016-12-02T23:56:42.269-08:00Jonathan, yes, I DID think of you... and of Hardy,...Jonathan, yes, I DID think of you... and of Hardy, whose poems were brought into head, by that beautiful photo.<br /><br />I'm forever asking my favourite poems and poets to assist in these grim nocturnal labours. <br /><br />They are shielded from such use however, more and more any more, by the lack of a right hand. Not to mention eyesight.<br /><br />On my part not theirs of course.<br /><br />Tom,<br /><br />That Saunders story is certainly of interest as we attempt from within our cracked nutshell to peep outside and figure out what the heck is going on in the world, which it begins to seem we never did have the first clue about. Like Saunders' narrator, we thought we were doing out best. Mostly.<br /><br />The microline through the brain may turn out to be running through the brains of the Gilmore Girls.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-38644869531338803072016-12-02T14:19:18.538-08:002016-12-02T14:19:18.538-08:00Recalls for me George Saunders’s short story “The ...Recalls for me George Saunders’s short story “The Semplica-Girl Diaries”. Danish Siddiqi’s opening images, the Gilmore Girls exams, the horse latitudes, the unforgiving madness wreaked by U.S. nation building and the flight from failed and failing states. As Saunders’s hapless narrator tries to keep everyone happy, he says, “Point is, I said, everything relative. SGs have lived very different lives from us. Their lives brutal, harsh, unpromising. What looks scary/unpleasant to us may not be so scary/unpleasant to them, i.e., they have seen worse.” This is a consciousness-changing effort, Tom.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01470550030762320139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67513207743798462642016-12-02T10:47:57.538-08:002016-12-02T10:47:57.538-08:00Nice to see Cley Hill, not too far from me, amongs...Nice to see Cley Hill, not too far from me, amongst this extraordinary montage. I hope you are keeping well Tom.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.com