tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7902121682284704017..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Laughing PlaceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53789061378545468762014-01-08T05:13:06.880-08:002014-01-08T05:13:06.880-08:00Nick,
One tissue-thin laminar slice fits the All...Nick, <br /><br />One tissue-thin laminar slice fits the All; that much we have been told; but it's dim down here in the underground vault beneath the shrine of Our Lady of the Origami Flower, and there are no reading lights in the lead-shielded scanning tube; so which one will it be?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54645855983188224162014-01-07T12:00:44.575-08:002014-01-07T12:00:44.575-08:00Your sharp edge cuts thin and sometimes almost tra...Your sharp edge cuts thin and sometimes almost transparent slices of the All, Tom. Affecting, as usual.<br /><br />Nicknickareenohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08771839264204100867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83014362571037201812014-01-07T06:47:01.571-08:002014-01-07T06:47:01.571-08:00Yes, that is so NOT a flower...
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A...Yes, that is so NOT a flower...<br /><br />More a...<br /><br />??<br /><br /><br />And "real", I think, would do fine.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46260585409519444942014-01-07T06:02:23.212-08:002014-01-07T06:02:23.212-08:00I’m lost in thought and at a loss for words about ...I’m lost in thought and at a loss for words about this, which I think is a good thing (except that I need to rouse myself for work). Ages ago in school I remember an English teacher instructing us never to use the adjective “interesting” in a paper, saying (correctly, I suppose) that it was vague and kind of useless. So I’ve always avoided it and also “evocative” for the same reason. Still, reading and seeing “Laughing Place,” and being lost in the journey and voyage it describes (in the wilderness between Newark and California, it seems), I find myself thinking “interesting,” “evocative” and even more vaguely and uselessly, perhaps, but stated with conviction, “real.” In preparing this, I looked up the first two words in the dictionary and I’m satisfied using them. As for “real,” I don’t think looking up the word would be of great assistance. All the photos are great; the final efo picture is a just amazing. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61191135811423364862014-01-07T04:33:32.354-08:002014-01-07T04:33:32.354-08:00There is something about that flower in the origin...There is something about that flower in the original photo that is so NOT a flower that fits with this poem, which is so painful and true and beautiful all at once. But <br /><br /> I am still angry and sad about the hit-and-run, or hit-and take-no-responsibility that you endured. And I am in awe of your ability to keep on keeping on with poetry and art and insights offered daily for all of us to enjoy. <br /><br />I love the question, Or was it that my mind having been drift all along . . . <br /><br />Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.com