tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7506397565199386647..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Susan Kay Anderson: The TelephoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67423060323448308492012-07-27T11:47:37.586-07:002012-07-27T11:47:37.586-07:00That poet sounds like a bit of an ingrate.
Kim a...That poet sounds like a bit of an ingrate. <br /><br />Kim and Forest Starr have a great website with thousands of picture of Plants of Hawaii (want to be there!).<br /><br />Here's a delightful splash of red in the form of a native <a href="http://www.hear.org/starr/images/image/?q=070308-5439&o=plants" rel="nofollow">Pelargonium ex hortorum (Common Geranium or Fish Geranium)</a> from Maui.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20985623405310969512012-07-27T10:33:02.232-07:002012-07-27T10:33:02.232-07:00So lucky to be on the range. Home. I did give a po...So lucky to be on the range. Home. I did give a poet a present a few years ago--it was a red geranium. I can safely say that he did not like it nor its associations. Our workshop room at Reed College was so sterile even though the building was nice and old. Hawaii and all--plants and flowers being part of the (larger) family. I am happy to see it again. I will consider it good luck that it might keep the evil spirits from entering through a window--into the workshop.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59151545010455093212012-07-27T07:02:36.574-07:002012-07-27T07:02:36.574-07:00Tom and Susan,
Yes, a blooming bloody good (and a...Tom and Susan,<br /><br />Yes, a blooming bloody good (and a bit scary) poem, maybe sometimes better to screen those phone calls<br /><br />7.26<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />top of ridge, blue jay landing on fence<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> cause to be, at the time it<br /> was to become present<br /><br /> recent phenomena, as far as<br /> that part, that it is<br /><br />grey white of fog reflected in channel,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61041683126605131312012-07-26T23:45:33.133-07:002012-07-26T23:45:33.133-07:00This remarkable poem has a long and storied critic...This remarkable poem has a long and storied critical history, saturated as it is with blood and blooming and fructose rich golden corn syrup laden with drunk phone calls from sober little angels wearing chaps. If not also from a few big chaps wearing the wings of angels.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/robotbastard/81891442/lightbox/" rel="nofollow">Karo Syrup, preferred by Little Frontier Scout</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atb2005/6340731624/lightbox/" rel="nofollow">Okay pardner, reach for Karo!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/osucommons/6326800049/lightbox/" rel="nofollow">Ten-pound can of Karo Syrup (c. 1950)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snapshotphotographs-com/6215499205/sizes/z/in/photostream/" rel="nofollow">Karo syrup wall painting on red school house, Indiana</a><br /><br />("My Father growing up in Chicago were poor and they couldn't afford maple syrup so they put Karo on their pancakes. He always had a bottle in pantry until the day he passed on.")<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/george_eastman_house/3123697352/sizes/o/in/photostream/" rel="nofollow">Cowboys enjoying hotcakes and Karo in the log cabin in the shadow of Brokeback Mountain</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1155633973361288132012-07-26T21:23:24.456-07:002012-07-26T21:23:24.456-07:00I agree with WB and--as Susan says in her comment-...I agree with WB and--as Susan says in her comment--want to add another intensifier; in other words, what we have here is a blooming, bloody good poem.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91101745928904058842012-07-26T15:15:22.784-07:002012-07-26T15:15:22.784-07:00Compelled and afraid, yes. Thanks so much. I am ...Compelled and afraid, yes. Thanks so much. I am so happy you read this, Wooden Boy and liked it. A great Gunslinger once said, "Karo, Karo" about this poem. I am so happy and scared to see it again.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25899912263845381432012-07-26T13:26:13.946-07:002012-07-26T13:26:13.946-07:00"She has all the answers to our letters./ The..."She has all the answers to our letters./ They unwind from her mouth like flowers/ unfolding in special time-lapse Nature Shows./ Speeded up."<br /><br />There's some beautiful, ravelled music here. Some drunk people's speech does bloom, opening out, getting wilder, and has us compelled and afraid.<br /><br />This is a bloody good poem.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.com