tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7405659952936370320..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Minor with Frown in SnowUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-76380125087019875242013-05-11T19:13:24.040-07:002013-05-11T19:13:24.040-07:00Major and Minor caught (in) a flake storm. Do they...Major and Minor caught (in) a flake storm. Do they feel the cold I wonder. Meanwhile that box doesn't want to let me leave this page. When I see old cameras I become a child in a toy shop. I need them all :-))Marie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67344179163145752462013-01-18T11:02:00.537-08:002013-01-18T11:02:00.537-08:00Thanks all. There's something about the myster...Thanks all. There's something about the mystery of very old family photos, the scattered moments of time that have temporarily escaped oblivion and slipped through a crack in time to bring some elusive hint of a past no longer remembered. <br /><br />Photos meant so much more anyway then, when not (as now) taken by a robotic device that aims, frames, shoots, in fact in all important respects takes the picture for you.<br /><br />The picture at the top of this post shows an approximate likeness of the camera with which the photo mentioned in the poem was taken. <br /><br />And of course the subject of the photo may or may not have actually been an organic life form. From the outside, in the receding rearview image, it's not easy to tell the difference between a mechanical boy and a real one.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14388335319615501412013-01-17T07:31:12.565-08:002013-01-17T07:31:12.565-08:00Tom,
Here's to we who count syllables (and le...Tom,<br /><br />Here's to we who count syllables (and letters, and the spaces between them) as the orange circle of the sun comes up through branches.STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27736755897717850662013-01-16T12:19:54.387-08:002013-01-16T12:19:54.387-08:00I love the frame dissolving with the snow fall.
...I love the frame dissolving with the snow fall. <br /><br />Our lives figured without mercy in time while there, in the instant, just doing what we do. This is running through my head and will be for a while.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-38346290039559782562013-01-16T12:07:02.342-08:002013-01-16T12:07:02.342-08:00A blankety blank blizzard of words--
let it snow, ...A blankety blank blizzard of words--<br />let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63377383261822034472013-01-16T11:33:04.290-08:002013-01-16T11:33:04.290-08:00Syllable envy . . . I love it.
but now snow envy ...Syllable envy . . . I love it. <br />but now snow envy I imagine.<br /><br /> Snow taking a break here, but I am sure it will be back soon<br />Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62864246848650593232013-01-16T08:11:18.080-08:002013-01-16T08:11:18.080-08:00Many thanks, Steve, for that.
I couldn't just...Many thanks, Steve, for that.<br /><br />I couldn't just sit around year after year and remain the ONLY poet here who counts his syllables.<br /><br />Call it a case of syllable envy, if you will.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80189155964558991752013-01-16T08:06:52.034-08:002013-01-16T08:06:52.034-08:00Tom,
from the "frowning snow/ Suit boy in bl...Tom,<br /><br />from the "frowning snow/ Suit boy in blizzard with big shovel/ Who does not yet know. . ." to those "footsteps almost soundless in the blank drift" -- a Minor / Major beauty.<br /><br /><br />1.16 <br /><br />light coming into sky above still black <br />ridge, song sparrow calling from branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> likeness of figure in prose,<br /> may have sat for that<br /><br /> fixed in place, whose shape<br /> composed, here called<br /><br />silver of low sun reflected in channel<br />clouds on horizon to the left of point<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com