tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7165442412729972030..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: In Bolinas (1970-1971)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7785073386277146052010-04-01T02:56:47.678-07:002010-04-01T02:56:47.678-07:00Thank you for directing me to the link Tom . A ple...Thank you for directing me to the link Tom . A pleasure, certainly !!adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70819093165810066242010-03-31T15:22:29.502-07:002010-03-31T15:22:29.502-07:00Steve,
Thanks for sending the great view of the t...Steve,<br /><br />Thanks for sending the great view of the transcendent world in your backyard!<br /><br /><br />Zev,<br /><br />I know one or two inveterate whistlers, both in their seventies. One is a Jewish fellow from Brooklyn, the other a Portugese fellow from Oakland. To me they are both songbirds, and when they are warbling, the years seem to fall away.<br /><br />That kind of whistling would illuminate any darkness and fill up any void.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you dear Hb, I can always hear the clear callings of the crow through any dark clouds. <br /><br />This problem with images, I know that it has happened to you before. But I always like to trust you are able to see "beyond"...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63237157784233490322010-03-31T13:40:26.123-07:002010-03-31T13:40:26.123-07:00the irony of this post was that i saw all the pict...the irony of this post was that i saw all the pictures just through your words... couldn't see any of the photos... not a single one!<br /><br />first i found this disappoiting... then i felt what i was seeing through your words was so beautiful... so haunting... perhaps the absence of the photos helped me feel your words much more...<br /><br /><br />a while ago i wrote this as an answer to a friend's comment... now i find it relevent... especially to your definition of poetry...<br />:D<br /><br /><br />===================================<br />all voids contain something<br />all silences sing a song<br />all darknesses hold a light<br />===================================<br /><br /><br /><br />and now i'd like to add:<br /><br />===================================<br />all poems echo in the heart<br />and all hearts just beat hard<br />===================================<br /><br /><br /><br />be!human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-73198895579743038352010-03-31T11:58:50.087-07:002010-03-31T11:58:50.087-07:00why is it always 'whistling in the dark'? ...why is it always 'whistling in the dark'? i get the same feeling from ' whistling past the graveyard' but why attract attention to yourself.<br />1 have tried whistling in the light but no one seems to careAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25080816919679265672010-03-31T09:17:35.790-07:002010-03-31T09:17:35.790-07:00Tom,
Thanks too for this -- ah, ekphrasis in the ...Tom,<br /><br />Thanks too for this -- ah, ekphrasis in the morning here too, and B's photos. I should send you a photo, the ridge at this moment sunlit and shadowed, white clouds moving from the north across pale blue sky.STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71426065655312469532010-03-31T08:37:26.642-07:002010-03-31T08:37:26.642-07:00Steve,
Yes, dramatic weather. A windstorm tore up...Steve,<br /><br />Yes, dramatic weather. A windstorm tore up the tarps, then heavy rain for some hours, then later the night exploded with hail, like a salvo of carpenter's nails driven into the flapping plastic. Whew. And now out comes the sun<br /> <br />at a distance, field action<br />present, but extended<br /><br />Had a sweet back-channel note from Joanne about the poem. She attributed it to the full moon.<br /><br />(I am a constant student of specific attributions.)<br /><br />Have been hoping Bea's beautiful photos with the post will help people "see" your poems, though of course they have their own great clarities, "glistening". <br /><br />Still I love a bit of ekphrasis in the morning.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33568283732069080862010-03-31T08:24:45.041-07:002010-03-31T08:24:45.041-07:00Tom,
Thanks, I found myself telling people on and...Tom,<br /><br />Thanks, I found myself telling people on and off all day yesterday about this poem and these photos. Here, now, for all the world to see -- and hear. Driving through sometimes driving rain, home late last night, now cloudless blue sky, everything glistening.<br /><br />3.31<br /><br />cloudless blue-white sky above shadowed<br />plane of ridge, black shape of branches<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> mechanical phenomena closed,<br /> develop idea of limit<br /><br /> at a distance, field action<br /> present, but extended<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />sunlit cloud above shadowed green ridgeSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41257906499174992182010-03-31T00:25:44.778-07:002010-03-31T00:25:44.778-07:00Otto,
Sorry your comment did not go up when it wa...Otto,<br /><br />Sorry your comment did not go up when it was posted.<br /><br />Strange nights here in the echo chamber. <br /><br />Yesterday at 5:30 a.m. PDT/8:30 a.m. EDT a loonie interfered with this site from a dial-up computer in the Eastern U.S.<br /><br />The source of the intrusion is known to us.<br /><br />The attempt to shut down the site was successful for an hour or so. Since then we have had intermittent problems. These include losing comments. And delayed comments.<br /><br />This blog is not now and has never been on comment moderation.<br /><br />It seems the echoes of our echoes are echoing inside our echoes. For now.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25038128712275847392010-03-31T00:00:41.170-07:002010-03-31T00:00:41.170-07:00~otto~
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show details 8:59 PM (2 hours ago)...~otto~<br /> to me<br /> <br />show details 8:59 PM (2 hours ago)<br /> <br />~otto~ has left a new comment on your post "In Bolinas (1970-1971)":<br /><br />echo<br /><br /><br /><br />Posted by ~otto~ to TOM CLARK at 30 March 2010 20:59TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16179995530071432972010-03-30T20:59:35.130-07:002010-03-30T20:59:35.130-07:00echoecho~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37202925784130677812010-03-30T19:55:40.683-07:002010-03-30T19:55:40.683-07:00Well, Zev, I continue to whistle in the dark.
The...Well, Zev, I continue to whistle in the dark.<br /><br />There are echoes of many kinds. <br /><br />Thanks again for being one of the good echoes.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70849888330252143932010-03-30T19:53:43.485-07:002010-03-30T19:53:43.485-07:00(Zevstar, sorry that your comment did not appear o...(Zevstar, sorry that your comment did not appear on the blog today. There are gremlins in the works. We are hoping they will soon take themselves off and perhaps even get lives.)<br /><br />ZEVSTAR SAID...<br /><br />keep whistling and keep listening for the echo...it's important to many of us<br /><br />Posted by zevstar to TOM CLARK at 30 March 2010 17:03TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-69160206387657867612010-03-30T17:03:27.316-07:002010-03-30T17:03:27.316-07:00keep whistling and keep listening for the echo...i...keep whistling and keep listening for the echo...it's important to many of usAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-15834200475869864702010-03-30T09:29:25.070-07:002010-03-30T09:29:25.070-07:00By the way Aditya, forgot to tell you there's ...By the way Aditya, forgot to tell you there's a new somewhat chromatic as well as completely free e-book I've just put out today with Ahadada, you can get to it by clicking on the top of the Links list. (Enjoy!)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34785797086767302382010-03-30T09:22:08.582-07:002010-03-30T09:22:08.582-07:00Aditya,
There is nowhere else I'd rather be a...Aditya,<br /><br />There is nowhere else I'd rather be and nothing I'd rather be doing than whistling in a chromatic void with you, my poet friend.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60076704828337757202010-03-30T08:36:43.228-07:002010-03-30T08:36:43.228-07:00Perfect. For me to come back here after so many da...Perfect. For me to come back here after so many days sans the internet and read something this beautiful is an amazing feeling. <br /><br />All of my friends are in another world.<br /><br />Indeed Tom .. Indeed. <br /><br />Strangely, I have a lot of skies and clouds and belief in tits and bits I wrote a while ago. <br /><br />Poetry: a whistling in the void, with fifty years spent listening for the echo.<br /><br />A chromatic void, it shall remain a void despite, the every poem you have written. It is chromatic for a reason.<br /><br />You with the void.<br /><br />Each struggling to fill the other.<br /><br />I say chromatic, for a reason. Too. There are chromatic stains on the window of my room. I watch the mauve leaves taped to branches with your fixation waiting for poems outside. They feed on the intensity of wind and flutter into open spaces which recede with every move you make on the brown paper bags.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20164776242926610892010-03-30T07:40:21.814-07:002010-03-30T07:40:21.814-07:00Steve,
I posted this one for Bea, and for you, an...Steve,<br /><br />I posted this one for Bea, and for you, and for our memories... thinking again of Joanne, Ted, Jim Carroll and others in this "frame"...<br /><br />and "the years"<br /><br />measure distance<br />between them, go back<br /><br />grey rain cloud and wind flapping tarps on the roof<br /><br />morning light dark, blocking<br /><br />time<br /><br />to disclose the unconcealed, recall colour,<br /><br />first grey light in cloud above shadowed<br />black ridge, sparrow calling from branch<br />in foreground, waves sounding in channelTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-58586502695428377372010-03-30T07:20:30.442-07:002010-03-30T07:20:30.442-07:00Tom,
Ah, what a something to find here (posted ju...Tom,<br /><br />Ah, what a something to find here (posted just nine minutes ago) -- now I think I really am home. Bea's photos seem to have been made for your poems (but how can that be? being taken 35 years after original writings? -- maybe timelessness HAS arrived here?). The clouds have parted to disclose a faint blue patch of sky, top of ridge still concealed behind clouds. . . .<br /><br />3.30<br /><br />first grey light in cloud above shadowed<br />black ridge, sparrow calling from branch<br />in foreground, waves sounding in channel<br /><br /> to disclose the unconcealed,<br /> this a consequence of<br /><br /> paintings, measure distance<br /> between them, go back<br /><br />grey rain cloud against invisible ridge,<br />whiteness of waves in windblown channelSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com