tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7870397037088521948..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Full Moon Surrounded by CloudsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-49755607317305670082010-01-23T00:53:49.147-08:002010-01-23T00:53:49.147-08:00In our contemporary archeology of ruin we know the...In our contemporary archeology of ruin we know them by their traces on the sedimentary layers of tarps that masquerade as a roof here, every time we go up to try to straighten things out a bit (losing battle) after a windstorm like these recent ones, the scene is a complex litter of raccoon scat. We can hear them lumbering around and squealing and chattering up there o'nights, they come down out of the redwood and leave us these small hard black fecal deposits, like clusters of stony black grapes, the calling card of the urban wild.<br /><br />Bless their stubborn persistent indomitable unapologetic little survivalist hearts.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54452788041118177392010-01-22T07:05:59.386-08:002010-01-22T07:05:59.386-08:00We used to get them in the courtyard of some apart...We used to get them in the courtyard of some apartments we lived in, so we starting putting out fruit parts etc for them, but how i really remember them is from oklahoma on my grandfather's farm, they grappled for crawdads by sticking their hands down the mud holes. you'd even find little piles of shells.Phanero Noemikonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430230355065457354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44744185879550704502010-01-22T06:33:23.194-08:002010-01-22T06:33:23.194-08:00Lanny,
I knew something was up two nights ago in ...Lanny,<br /><br />I knew something was up two nights ago in the midst of one of these inundating downpours when one of the cats kept whimpering strangely at a glass side door. Went and looked, a raccoon was standing out there with snout pressed against the glass, looking like a drowned rat, as buckets of rain dumped on him through the busted gutter. Felt bad about not letting the poor guy (girl?) in, but it just wouldn't have worked. Last night in attempted compensation I offered three meatloaf sandwiches and a box of chicken into the ivy where the raccoons lurk. Better wet and fed than wet and dead, though of course killing a raccoon will always take more than a flood. Mostly it's the whizzing vehicles of the normals on the freeway feeder that do that.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-69801416501504795732010-01-21T16:55:27.644-08:002010-01-21T16:55:27.644-08:00wonderfully constructed Tom,
and I too love the ge...wonderfully constructed Tom,<br />and I too love the gentle night bandits with watermelon rinds<br />in their handsPhanero Noemikonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430230355065457354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-90890260188900793232010-01-11T00:49:14.137-08:002010-01-11T00:49:14.137-08:00And just because I can never get enough of looking...<a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/raccoons.html" rel="nofollow">And just because I can never get enough of looking at a raccoon...</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7287065050040358532010-01-11T00:45:57.393-08:002010-01-11T00:45:57.393-08:00Always good to hear from you, Aditya. This strange...Always good to hear from you, Aditya. This strange binary number year with only twos and oughts and ones in it prompts me to think of song titles like Love = Zero (No Limit), One is the Loneliest Number... but a better one would be Two to Tango (a better number for communication). <br /><br />Don't know if you tango much in Himachal Pradesh and I don't think a raccoon would make a very good winter night tango partner. But one thing the two of us ought to be clear on, this will be a year of better dreams for Aditya. Let that phone just ring and ring, soon enough it will get tired and leave off.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82053668363468827332010-01-08T15:57:10.556-08:002010-01-08T15:57:10.556-08:00I am soo glad you could spoil the secret !!!
Tha...I am soo glad you could spoil the secret !!! <br /><br />Thank you for the mention :)This is all I can manage.<br /><br />You are so powerful with your words.<br /><br />Every expression is a falling silent. <br /><br />Silence is grey.<br />Silence is golden.<br />Silence is a stone in my mouth.<br /><br />So i read somewhere. Just thought I'll let you know.<br />Meanwhile I disrupted the mystery of a bad dream <a href="http://dippingbutterflies.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-dream.html" rel="nofollow">Bad Dream</a><br /><br />It means a lot to me, to read you mention me ..adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-64834693214242718082010-01-02T23:35:46.152-08:002010-01-02T23:35:46.152-08:00And a further bit of offstage action, for those wh...And a further bit of offstage action, <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/species.html" rel="nofollow">for those who like a raccoon...</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12747323465788453412010-01-02T09:16:15.561-08:002010-01-02T09:16:15.561-08:00Joe,
Nice to see/hear you here! (hope you see thi...Joe,<br />Nice to see/hear you here! (hope you see this Did you know that Reading the Unseen: (Offstage) Hamlet is now out (from Counterpath -- my long-in-the-works book on offstage action in Hamlet (maybe you'd be interested).<br />SteveSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37734018042738841292010-01-02T07:41:21.196-08:002010-01-02T07:41:21.196-08:00A raccoon got into our house on New Years Eve. Tha...A raccoon got into our house on New Years Eve. That was fun. (A past New Years Eve, happily.)<br /><br /> <br />I would join Otto in giving a wholehearted goodbye to the oughts and welcoming the teens. (Time for expansion.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-36010172562923720642010-01-01T19:30:11.102-08:002010-01-01T19:30:11.102-08:00Ginsberg might be right, and yet I am so happy to ...Ginsberg might be right, and yet I am so happy to see the '00s leave and the '10s arrive.<br /><br />Raccoons like to party.~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65789544325685474652010-01-01T17:58:24.686-08:002010-01-01T17:58:24.686-08:00These melancholic reflections struck a chord, Tom ...These melancholic reflections struck a chord, Tom -- also, memories of raccoons stealing into my rented Bolinas home, ravaging the pantries, leaving their paw prints on the toilet . . . one day later, the moon obscured by clouds in San Diego as well.<br /><br />Steve . . . sorry I missed you when I was up your way last month; your current series is lovely. Do you know a book by Angus Fletcher called <i>Time, Space and Motion in the Age of Shakespeare</i>? Good stuff.<br /><br />Happy New Year to both of you . . . miss hanging out a lot.Joe Safdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10146108321237585329noreply@blogger.com