tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post8448709172102025872..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Writing and Fashion: Some Time DodgemsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54393139413436658362011-09-30T07:25:24.789-07:002011-09-30T07:25:24.789-07:00Tom,
How wonderful to find TR's photo of Fann...Tom,<br /><br />How wonderful to find TR's photo of Fanny Howe here (after all that black and white) -- and all else, as always. . . .<br /><br />9.30<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />top of ridge, black of leaves of branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> tonal variation, repetition<br /> after something after<br /><br /> thinking only, fragments of<br /> meaning, left of work<br /><br />grey white of fog reflected in channel,<br />whiteness of gull gliding toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82816320447775938322011-09-30T06:21:47.710-07:002011-09-30T06:21:47.710-07:00Thank you, lovely unfashionable people.
After des...Thank you, lovely unfashionable people.<br /><br />After destroying a shoulder in a bike crash in the Santa Ynez Mountains I did not type for twenty-some years. <br /><br />(Autobiographical revelations are tiresome, but the presence of an ardent cyclist among us, first initial V, perhaps provides a shred of relevance, here -- ?) <br /><br />Strictly handwriting, it was, then. That was pleasant, one could do it outdoors, one even knew where the outdoors was. <br /><br />When eventually I stutteringly approached the keys again, they had changed but I had not. It was back to the old two-finger hunt-and-peck, only slower. More... uh... meditative.<br /><br />Women have always been better typists than men. The historical photo evidence bears this out. I suppose the men made them do it, to start with.<br /><br />The business men.<br /><br />In another passage cited in the long article briefly quoted here, the fashionable traveler proposes that he is a businessman of poetry. Nowadays I believe businessmen travel with their laptops and are never far from a keyboard. Though it must be admitted all I know about this is what I see in photographs. Though I do know what a lap is. <br /><br />And speaking of tops... yes, Nin, almost any scrap of text picked up by chance (or serendipity?) from the top of the pre-world heap retains a curious happymaking potential.<br /><br />"They had plenty of meat for their breakfast, though--such as it was--and came nigh paying dearly enough for it . . . "<br /><br />Now that is the sort of story that awakens the imagination.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79789968240181848952011-09-30T04:47:38.880-07:002011-09-30T04:47:38.880-07:00I love vazambam's description. I remember an ...I love vazambam's description. I remember an earlier meditation on typing and typewriters here centered on an Aram Saroyan poem. My relationship with my various word keyboards is certainly a central part of my life and I know it’s true that I was affected as much by my experience in typing (and driver’s ed.) as by any other part of my education. Years ago, the person who was working as my assistant at the time at CBS/FOX marveled about the fact that I was as good a typist as she. Everything about office procedure changed then for the typewriter-capable and I no longer utilized my assistants’ services for preparing contracts, memos and letters. Their mediation just slowed me down, so instead I typed away and they surfed the web and planned their weddings. At least they invited me to them and we all remain good friends. Now, none of them are typing at all any more and I’m typing more than ever. I enjoy it. Somehow, it’s how I think and the only manual task (except for cooking, I suppose) where I’ve shown the least amount of skill.ACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-73285968870536282342011-09-29T14:39:21.413-07:002011-09-29T14:39:21.413-07:00I tend towards a posturing that is
within & ...I tend towards a posturing that is <br />within & without<br />de:void <br /><br />of any (what does CB do?) 'conceptualizing'<br /><br />more-so of need is to re-contextualize/re:assemble <br />out of that vast storehouse of <br />"stuff" that is The Mind.<br /><br />not to 'kick a dead horse'<br />but<br /><br />one runs the risk of becoming what they pretend to be<br /><br />rather than just being the medium through which<br />a piece of art or a poem<br /> does what it does in it s OWN context..<br /><br />I just don't "get 'it'". what are these guys and gals are doing-teaching ?<br /><br />1943 ! my mother was typing in an office The War Department here in D.C.<br /><br />stuff similar to those pictures in ...<br />long about 1956 or so after I took a junior high school typing class she bought me a used typewriter just like the one that she had used.. an Underwood 5<br /><br /><br />hang in,<br /><br />as<br /><br />I am on my way to Value Village to get me some used baggy clothes so's I look just like a Right Now Cool Professor !Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18171467796733461932011-09-29T10:36:44.565-07:002011-09-29T10:36:44.565-07:00Yes, I agree. And it makes me think of what they ...Yes, I agree. And it makes me think of what they were all writing . . . I love old books, phrases . . . <br />just a dated word or two makes me happy.<br /><br />I have these old books I like to open just to read a section, just because . . . <br />like right now, I will open this Wonder World book from 1914 that has excerpts from literature. <br />Okay - - <br /><br />A tiny excerpt . .<br />"They had plenty of meat for their breakfast, though--such as it was--and came nigh paying dearly enough for it . . . "<br /><br />That's from The Boy Hunters of Mississippi by Captain Mayne Reid. <br /><br />I'm doing justice to your post, which is, as always impossible to do justice to . . .Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13947624528274633652011-09-29T10:26:06.079-07:002011-09-29T10:26:06.079-07:00A classic: Charles Bernstein sells fashionable poe...A classic: Charles Bernstein sells fashionable poetry with or without its usual accoutrements whereas Tom Clark makes poetry using only a lens focused on a typewriter.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28069699567937307452011-09-29T09:51:06.695-07:002011-09-29T09:51:06.695-07:00Thanks, Curtis. Yes, for me too, this was a learni...Thanks, Curtis. Yes, for me too, this was a learning experience.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-87042511101286601432011-09-29T09:40:29.729-07:002011-09-29T09:40:29.729-07:00At first glance, I was tempted to stay with the ch...At first glance, I was tempted to stay with the chimp and write you something about that. But you've made an unexpected poem of these materials, which is really saying something for a website where you expect to find poetry. The only thing I can find words for now are the remarkable range of very moving typewriter photos. I would never have thought about examining the world in this way through this lens. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-87846316370872359282011-09-29T07:04:57.536-07:002011-09-29T07:04:57.536-07:00And see also: more unfashionableness.<a href="http://vazambam.blogspot.com/2011/09/huuklyeand-cinquor-on-bernsteins.html" rel="nofollow">And see also: more unfashionableness</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com