tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7650535908385799417..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Mary Leapor: Mira's WillUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65780474522532467802012-09-23T13:29:15.074-07:002012-09-23T13:29:15.074-07:00Oh my, poetry won't be the answer, either.
W...Oh my, poetry won't be the answer, either. <br />Why did I put all my hope<br />into the poetry basket<br />with the other eggs?<br />The milk, the honey<br />from the market<br />my tears at this juncture<br />land in my hands<br />ruin the clean sheet<br />of paper<br />it is not the last<br />in the world but seems so.<br />"part of this world"<br />the poet says of the field,<br />the raspberry scratches<br />so beautiful, so fine.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72812190919138449982012-09-22T09:04:39.421-07:002012-09-22T09:04:39.421-07:00Mary's literary obsession at times makes for i...Mary's literary obsession at times makes for ironic moments, as in the prelude to the longish country-house-as-seen-from-downstairs genre-subverting piece "Crumble-Hall":<br /><br />When Friends or Fortune frown on Mira's Lay,<br />Or gloomy Vapours hide the Lamp of Day;<br />With low'ring Forehead, and with aching Limbs,<br />Oppress'd with Head-ach, and eternal Whims,<br />Sad Mira vows to quit the darling Crime:<br />Yet takes her Farewel, and Repents, in Rhyme.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16090634522437166012012-09-22T07:41:05.782-07:002012-09-22T07:41:05.782-07:00It is not only a pleasure for me to hear her youth...It is not only a pleasure for me to hear her youthful, intelligent voice, it is also humbling.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82500124103762526912012-09-22T06:26:18.145-07:002012-09-22T06:26:18.145-07:00The top Corot is astonishing. "Could not Not ...The top Corot is astonishing. "Could not Not write" seems to say it all. I think that's where I derive the sense of hope -- seeing a gifted and industrious person unwilling not to do what they were clearly meant to do. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63531724634648353152012-09-22T06:21:22.477-07:002012-09-22T06:21:22.477-07:00Can't help feeling the Corots lend to Mary Lea...Can't help feeling the Corots lend to Mary Leapor's art the dignity her low class status and demeaning occupation denied her. One supposes she simply could not NOT write -- there can be no other explanation for her perseverance. It is a pleasure to know her intelligent voice is now at last being heard, at least here, by a few discerning readers.<br /><br />The top Corot is wonderful to behold -- the tranquil patch of lit floor-of-the-woods space in which he locates the musing figure, in her solitude, and the energetic turbulence of blown foliage way up at the ceiling of the piece, a finger-smudge-suggested whirl of leaves in a sunny blue celestial sky.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10897843159515512732012-09-22T05:07:24.117-07:002012-09-22T05:07:24.117-07:00This is a wonderful, welcome surprise for me and c...This is a wonderful, welcome surprise for me and comprise an amazingly full plate of thought and sensation. The Corots are so beautiful in themselves and act as a remarkable evocation of Mary Leapor. For what it's worth, these materials kind of give me hope that I can see my way through what must be a very confusing time for everyone. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23441872232407934702012-09-22T03:05:18.086-07:002012-09-22T03:05:18.086-07:00"My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store/ T..."My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store/ To those who think they had enough before"<br /><br />She's a wry one! A great bequest for some lucky bore.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75058628870145672272012-09-21T17:28:14.147-07:002012-09-21T17:28:14.147-07:00Common Preoccupation
This sleep eat
these surpris...Common Preoccupation<br /><br />This sleep eat<br />these surprising mix-<br />ups at work. I want<br />them to be surprising<br />but now<br />another burnt out <br />worker.<br />Po outside of it.<br /><br />The woods outside<br />brush strokes<br />thick<br />satisfy<br />to see the paint<br />its <br />brushes<br />color serious<br />common dilemmas.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72082324825409804272012-09-21T13:24:08.758-07:002012-09-21T13:24:08.758-07:00Oh, another rotten poem
the trees won't talk
t...Oh, another rotten poem<br />the trees won't talk<br />to me today<br />the stars wait<br />blinkingly<br />dumb<br />love <br />shapesSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-35344456248336922172012-09-21T12:19:27.815-07:002012-09-21T12:19:27.815-07:00Hazen,
Your reaction is shared here.
There is t...Hazen,<br /><br />Your reaction is shared here. <br /><br />There is the saying: for Corot, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxksvqzpo6s" rel="nofollow">Women Are Art</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27587401125985469562012-09-21T11:55:14.074-07:002012-09-21T11:55:14.074-07:00Leapor shows herself to be a giver, a wry and joyf...Leapor shows herself to be a giver, a wry and joyful and generous one at that. Too soon gone. Corot, who esteemed and painted ordinary folk, is perfect here.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28033162755048451612012-09-21T11:46:45.654-07:002012-09-21T11:46:45.654-07:00At some point in her adolescence, Mary Leapor beca...At some point in her adolescence, Mary Leapor became a kitchen maid. Her first employer, Susanna Jennens, had an interest in literature and encouraged Mary's's verse writing. After leaving Jennen's service, Leapor may have worked for several other households. Dismissed by her last employer in 1745, possibly because of her practice of writing poetry when she was supposed to be doing housework, Mary returned to Brackley to keep house for her father. Her plays and poems were circulated in manuscript around Brackley. She died soon after contracting the measles, two months before her first published poem, “The Rural Maid's Reflexions,” appeared in the London Magazine under the byline “a gardener's daughter.”TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83480451398215457882012-09-21T10:48:34.329-07:002012-09-21T10:48:34.329-07:00Mira's Will
so crowded
populated
more than lit...Mira's Will<br />so crowded<br />populated<br />more than little hats<br />no room for the coffin<br />the urn<br /><br />I guess that could be<br />the reason<br />to avoid dying<br />altogether<br />spell check<br />entirely<br />regrets about<br />the cormorantSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.com