tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post9124755420346585582..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Jack Delano: The Remains (Heard County, Georgia)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4666912520634185262010-09-12T17:39:25.938-07:002010-09-12T17:39:25.938-07:00"I will show you fear in a handfull
of dust&..."I will show you fear in a handfull<br /> of dust"<br /><br />Tell me was TS Elliott an agent<br />of social change?Elmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86078925247990116892010-09-06T00:22:44.258-07:002010-09-06T00:22:44.258-07:00Thanks, Tom.Thanks, Tom.billymillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16384818298267240803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25558766445401831482010-09-04T07:51:58.511-07:002010-09-04T07:51:58.511-07:00Tom,
Food for thought on Labor Day weekend: Mrs....Tom,<br /><br />Food for thought on Labor Day weekend: Mrs. M. Wilson watches her husband plowing on their farm --<br /><br /><br />9.4<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />ridge, shadowed green of leaves in left<br />foreground, no sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> “work in middle of day, full<br /> sun without any shadow”<br /><br /> no less than perceptual look,<br /> nothing else, is visual<br /><br />grey-white of fog reflected in channel,<br />circular green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31173409001808107832010-09-03T07:18:01.808-07:002010-09-03T07:18:01.808-07:00Tom,
Thanks for these -- from rundown store in Li...Tom,<br /><br />Thanks for these -- from rundown store in Liberty Hill to man plowing family farm to dog asleep under car --<br /><br />nothing of him that remains<br />but doth suffer a sea change<br />into something rich and strange . . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />9.3<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />ridge, black shapes of leaves on branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> tree as light, vertical form<br /> across large tonal area<br /><br /> will picture means of design,<br /> shape, color from light<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />white of moon in pale blue sky above itSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71308729562431895512010-09-03T05:20:41.543-07:002010-09-03T05:20:41.543-07:00Billy,
Beautiful.
A rich and embracing earth-his...Billy,<br /><br />Beautiful.<br /><br />A rich and embracing earth-historical cross-sectioned itinerary which surely trumps that of Paddy Dillon, who comes up with a relatively commonplace tour:<br /><br />Glendasan Lead Mines<br />The Seven Churches<br />Derrybawn Forest and Green Road<br />Glendalough Lead Mines<br />Three Glens Forest Walk<br />Trooperstown Hill<br />Paddock Hill<br />Mullacor and Derrybawn Mountain<br />The Glendalough Horseshoe<br />The Glendasan Horseshoe<br />The Glenmacnass Horseshoe<br />The Glory of Glendalough<br /><br />(And indeed your poem summons dim and perhaps imagined pseudoracial memories, Mr. Mills, in one who was convinced at an early age by a maternal grandmother that leprechauns and other dubious little people hung about in <a href="http://www.nowpublic.com/world/tree-stump-glendalough-forest" rel="nofollow">such places</a>.) (She had stereopticon slides to prove this contention as fact, by the by.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-87193913489584858662010-09-03T04:27:55.388-07:002010-09-03T04:27:55.388-07:00An oldie:
Glendalough Forest Walk
1. this is a g...An oldie:<br /><br />Glendalough Forest Walk<br /><br />1. this is a glacial valley<br />2. a dying oak<br />3. this pool, a fine example of erosion<br />4. notice the peculiar growth involved<br />in adapting to changing circumstances<br />5. roots are exposed by wear<br />6. the erotic may, the birch<br />growing at an unnatural angle<br />7. holly/rowan/oak<br />8. the oak-victim of empire and industry<br />9. the cycle of life and death<br />10. here you can see the trees grow<br />if you wait 50 years<br />11. oregon pines, imported for telegraph poles<br />12. rock lies under everything<br />13. the squirrel, Ratatoskr, sower of discord<br />14. or living in harmony<br />a plant community<br />15. these trees are seen as nothing more<br />than units in the overall economy<br />16. regeneration<br />a young oak springs from a dead stump<br />17. only the oaks grotesqueness<br />saves it from the axe<br />18.the end of the trailbillymillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16384818298267240803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71885153775573372422010-09-03T03:46:06.246-07:002010-09-03T03:46:06.246-07:00(A postscript for those who may be interested in s...(A postscript for those who may be interested in such things -- ? -- the source of the lines aptly posted by Billy Mills' at the top of this loose thread is a poem whose title might do well as a caption for this post, or perhaps for this country... and as for that sound high up in the air, I think perhaps it's one of those sounds that can only be heard in the dreams of a dog asleep under an automobile in a rural town in the red dirt country of Georgia seventy years ago...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-35332906143680457782010-09-03T03:45:13.913-07:002010-09-03T03:45:13.913-07:00Curtis,
That photo also affected us deeply.
Ther...Curtis,<br /><br />That photo also affected us deeply.<br /><br />There are dozens of other photos in this file that are similar in content, so many impoverished farms and homesteads into which the Delanos were afforded entry; looking at the pictures now, one is tempted to suspect that the extraordinary experience of these "shoots" may have been even more unsettling for the government visitors from the North than for the stoic (or should one say numbed?) dwellers in the ruins, to whom it appears the staggering hardships have perhaps become so general and common as to seem an inevitable fate. <br /><br />A poet friend in Georgia whose family goes back nearly two hundred years in those rural areas has written to speak of the devastation experienced in the Depression years by cotton farmers -- his forebears having lost their land, and his grandfather then having bought it back and attempted to reclaim it in the 1950s. Pine trees now grow there, he says, but still "the land is hard-clay, very rocky".<br /><br />From such testimony one gets some sense of what a struggle it must have been, always, to maintain small farms in such barren country. The dignity and courage of those caught up in the desperate attempt can only be seen as extremely moving.<br /><br />(By the way Curtis, please forgive the poetry-website meta-spam comment that appears just above yours, routine enough lately I know, but particularly insensitive in light of the serious subject matter of these Depression-era posts -- but I guess that's democracy...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54661657574561796552010-09-02T11:29:51.298-07:002010-09-02T11:29:51.298-07:00Each of series of Delanos is pretty remarkable and...Each of series of Delanos is pretty remarkable and memorable, but I think The Remains (Heard County, Georgia) will stay with me longest and, among the images included there,I think I'll never forget the portrait of the woman watching her husband plow in the distance. It sounds trite to say that you feel you're there living life with them, but that's the case. That being said, the photographs of the prisoners attending their warden's funeral is both unexpected and unimaginable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70333619502139415902010-09-02T11:08:13.578-07:002010-09-02T11:08:13.578-07:00speaking to that sound
"high in the air"...speaking to that sound<br />"high in the air" :<br /><br /><br /><br />far away<br />hearing<br /><br />"wooosh". <br />"wooosh."<br /><br />(a drawing that I did goes with this ..<br /><br />an actual event..<br /><br />I think that it-all was published in about 2001<br />in the paper version of<br /> South by Southeast<br /><br /><br />it is also in my<br /><br />Shrike book which is on my web-site...<br /><br /><br />(not great art/poetry... however<br /><br />What is?Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41181085882209275232010-09-02T09:00:07.527-07:002010-09-02T09:00:07.527-07:00Who is the third who walks always beside you?
...Who is the third who walks always beside you?<br /> When I count, there are only you and I together<br /> But when I look ahead up the white road<br /> There is always another one walking beside you...<br /> <br /> -- But who is that on the other side of you?<br /><br /> What is that sound high in the air?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67913322062008649822010-09-02T07:44:27.780-07:002010-09-02T07:44:27.780-07:00April, 1941 the year that I was born.
and THIS is...April, 1941 the year that I was born.<br /><br />and THIS is 10 years or so AFTER The Great Depression!<br /><br />this foto reminds me of my grandmother's brother's and his wife's grocery store just on out-skirts of B-more!<br /><br />when I was about 5 I visited the store Jacob Kraemer and Sadie Kreamer<br /><br />Uncle Jake was ensconced in an huge bed IN THE STORE while his son ran the grocery<br /><br />notice in tis photo no cash register. No scale.<br />etc..<br /><br />no pot-belly stove..<br /><br />most of my Uncle Jake's customers were Black Folk.<br /><br />about as ... a fluent<br />as those in this photo.. <br /><br />then The War came ... and generated PROSPERITY that re-generated The U.S.A and got us into them Terrific 50's!<br /><br />now look where we are:<br /><br />Knee Deep In The Big Muddy<br /><br />oblivious to the "real deal"Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6174859071470679822010-09-02T07:41:40.896-07:002010-09-02T07:41:40.896-07:00What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow...What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow <br />Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, <br />You cannot say, or guess, for you know only <br />A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, <br />And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, <br />And the dry stone no sound of water. Only <br />There is shadow under this red rock, <br />(Come in under the shadow of this red rock), <br />And I will show you something different from either <br />Your shadow at morning striding behind you <br />Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; <br />I will show you fear in a handful of dust.billymillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16384818298267240803noreply@blogger.com