tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post9095290277518618172..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Edward Dorn: 1st AvenueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30365450043677051302013-03-25T07:57:27.957-07:002013-03-25T07:57:27.957-07:00Tom,
Another take on Wooden Boy's comment on ...Tom,<br /><br />Another take on Wooden Boy's comment on "The old men have broad, flowered, disreputable ties around their necks" -- A Noose of "One's Own"<br /><br /><br />3.24<br /><br />light coming into sky above still black<br />ridge, bird slanting toward pine branch <br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> will be able to be question,<br /> remembers to ask what<br /><br /> personal means, perspective<br /> view, victim depicted<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />line of jet trail in cloudless blue sky<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-73552304334973222182013-03-25T06:56:15.886-07:002013-03-25T06:56:15.886-07:00So... can this mean that the curious life form kno...So... can this mean that the curious life form known as poetry blogger is merely a "natural" evolution from the original mutant strain, Skid Row Desk Clerk??<br /><br />Sounds about right -- at least you know you're not entirely alone after all, there behind that lonesome counter, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTsw4g-cxgQ" rel="nofollow">on the night shift</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-76773761056327007692013-03-25T06:33:25.684-07:002013-03-25T06:33:25.684-07:00Just a few blocks away, a scant few years after th...Just a few blocks away, a scant few years after these photographs were taken, the Squint-eyed Kid was on the night shift gathering <a href="http://vazambam.blogspot.gr/2009/02/mementos-of-morrison.html" rel="nofollow">mementos</a> of the Seattle that was—alas, never to be the same again.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-655550698884503432013-03-25T04:37:08.162-07:002013-03-25T04:37:08.162-07:00Thanks WB and Joe.
WB, dead on re. the refected a...Thanks WB and Joe.<br /><br />WB, dead on re. the refected anticipation of that world to come -- a world indeed in which this region was to hatch Starbucks and Microsoft. Talk about disreputable ties.<br /><br />The "1st Avenue" sketch is framed, as is common with Dorn in this period, in a delineation of locale that goes beyond and beneath observation to include an acute understanding of the economic forces whose pressure exerted on the human are decisive in shaping all that is meant by the term "place". The paragraph preceding the one I've posted, for example, ends like this:<br /><br />The major streets are named for early merchants. Mercer, Yesler, etc. <br />This is an order born of commerce, dry goods, the streets are now <br />crowded with the feet of consumptive buyers in whose hands the grimy <br />change of their cold northern lives is transferred in bags. An oversized <br />carrot, a massive cabbage, a grotesque squash, milk crackers. The <br />oversize cabbage & carrot come from that lingering light and cease- <br />less rain which filters down from the northern curve. And the latter-day <br />wise men with a touch of Midas in their eyes know now that it is <br />Food you must turn everything to. EAT! <br />__<br /><br />And another Dorn sketch from the same period, this one not from the city but from the fields (of the Skagit Valley):<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/edward-dorn-notes-from-fields.html" rel="nofollow">Edward Dorn: Notes from the Fields: an Exaltation of Larks, a Murder of Crows</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-64072405898189846342013-03-25T00:31:41.360-07:002013-03-25T00:31:41.360-07:00The old men have broad, flowered, disreputable tie...The old men have broad, flowered, disreputable ties around their necks.<br /><br />To each his own noose.<br /><br />The World in reflection: this somehow anticipates the World we inhabit now.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7970367304335374422013-03-24T22:41:42.938-07:002013-03-24T22:41:42.938-07:00Tom, Ed and Jenny and Sara and I had a few drinks ...Tom, Ed and Jenny and Sara and I had a few drinks at the Shellback tavern (in one of these pictures) when they came through town in 1994. At the time they were working on a photo project called "Negativity" and were taking pictures of signs and billboards that were often -- hilariously -- negative; one I remember was "The King is rolling in his grave" (at the news of Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie).<br /><br />Funny this would be the first post in the first time I've checked your blog in a year or so. Happy belated birthday . . .<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13987566969112226487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57847200866800186952013-03-24T17:39:41.544-07:002013-03-24T17:39:41.544-07:00Ed's Seattle sketch recounts an expedition in ...Ed's Seattle sketch recounts an expedition in search of lumberjacking gear. At the time (mid-50s) he was preparing for work as a logger, and was being taken in tow by a congenial Indian woodsman (whom he called "Bill Elephant") through the second hand stores -- and the bars -- around Pioneer Square.<br /><br />Fifteen years and many travels later, he was doing the towing when he dragged me around many of these same sites. The place had changed very little, he was interested to find. Thus one may assume the look of 1st Avenue and environs in these photos made in 1972 is pretty much the look of the place as he had seen it fifteen years before in composing this sketch.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com