tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post9076207836058557880..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Storm Light, from Ocean ViewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61912144275866129492014-03-01T05:37:55.770-08:002014-03-01T05:37:55.770-08:00Many thanks all.
Stormy nights.
There is indee...Many thanks all. <br /><br />Stormy nights. <br /><br />There is indeed an eerie light out over the ocean, visible beyond the Bridge even from over here, when the big lows barrel in.<br /><br />"...rain's decisive move upon the agèd," very much a factor now. The lame, halt pedestrian a too slowly moving target.<br /><br />Ocean View, by the way, is what this settlement was called, in the middle of the century prior to the last -- but then the university ate the town, and plastered that other name on everything.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48698477407831853432014-03-01T00:10:53.018-08:002014-03-01T00:10:53.018-08:00I'm with you on the s sounds, Vassilis. I love...I'm with you on the s sounds, Vassilis. I love coming to that cheeky, colloquial last too.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91652391101044598852014-02-28T11:25:42.162-08:002014-02-28T11:25:42.162-08:00I agree with all the above and especially like how...I agree with all the above and especially like how the predominant “s” sounds carry this fine poem along.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65629799245004575272014-02-28T09:44:58.651-08:002014-02-28T09:44:58.651-08:00I grew up just a few minutes away from the ocean a...I grew up just a few minutes away from the ocean and would like to live again in a place close to the sea. The first two lines here describe really well (and beautifully) what it's like and how it feels when big weather is about to strike and then does. The light really is "black," "ecstatic," and "weird." I assume "old" probably applies equally well to the north Atlantic as it does to the Pacific; it must have something to do with the north part. It seems less old in warmer places. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10244191407685147642014-02-28T08:38:23.858-08:002014-02-28T08:38:23.858-08:00This is wonderful.This is wonderful.Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439557611640319928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27508228390524352952014-02-28T05:24:35.154-08:002014-02-28T05:24:35.154-08:00This is lovely. You acknowledge the beauty in what...This is lovely. You acknowledge the beauty in what sometimes slams us hardest. <br /><br />“The blue wind in the thin black trees . . .”Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68369826443109471152014-02-28T04:13:06.887-08:002014-02-28T04:13:06.887-08:00Yes. Love the ending--as if it had better things ...Yes. Love the ending--as if it had better things to do.<br />I wish the snow and rain here would have better things to do! Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23748091158712290632014-02-28T01:36:29.966-08:002014-02-28T01:36:29.966-08:00Wonderful poem... weather and chance... weather as...Wonderful poem... weather and chance... weather as sovereign... needed rain, yet rain's decisive move upon the aged.... Yes... a wonderful poem.Poet Red Shuttleworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053848100740944133noreply@blogger.com