tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post9150451425532401511..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: MnemonicUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88944244153971382942010-03-01T02:27:45.684-08:002010-03-01T02:27:45.684-08:00Aditya,
I don't know what it is about poetry ...Aditya,<br /><br />I don't know what it is about poetry that enables it to unlock these gates in certain sensitive souls through which the mysterious, unexpected and sometimes even perhaps unwanted emotions come in such floods.<br /><br />But I have long suspected you are one of those sensitive souls.<br /><br />And without such souls I do not know that poetry would have any very good reason for existing; or even, for that matter, that it would come into being in the first place.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59201074030794170922010-02-26T15:04:12.285-08:002010-02-26T15:04:12.285-08:00I feel closer to my self with an understanding, I ...I feel closer to my self with an understanding, I usually remain unaware of, as I read you at certain times.<br /><br />I re read it again Tom. <br /><br />With an amalgam of love and hurt flowing through spans of air I breathe in at 4 in the morning. Am not allowed to be up at times as such .. but frankly .. who cares?<br /><br />The urge to know what colors of the morning shall deposit on composite pavements of agony while you desiccate nights beneath the soil, is present in uncharted volumes at the most familiar places. <br /><br />The colors could be beams of some rising star, knotted in to patterns or the phlegmatic manner of an unknown unfelt grief settling on to the floor.<br /><br />Or the oscillating throbs of hurt mistaken for love, as they guide agitated pedestrians above while they keep knocking in to each other. Again. And again .. <br /><br /><br />Aditya.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80935106776204991592009-12-24T04:24:02.702-08:002009-12-24T04:24:02.702-08:00Thanks Stu,
I don't know where that flowing p...Thanks Stu,<br /><br />I don't know where that flowing place is... it's certainly there somewhere or we wouldn't be able to flail away so at the attempt to speak of it ("whereof we do not know...")... but the freeway-feeder traffic can be a knife in its heart, sometimes.<br /><br />Hard to keep from thinking of Bartlett, in his later "paradise" years, as an entranced old <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/ticky-tacky.html" rel="nofollow">surf bum</a> (probably goofy-footed).<br /><br />(Must confess that while doing up that latter post I had thought of you and sub-located the action, in my ancient daft mind, to <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-beach.html" rel="nofollow">Brighton Beach</a>...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-29529728166534314752009-12-23T16:43:28.077-08:002009-12-23T16:43:28.077-08:00Bartlett's images are beautiful, as is the poe...Bartlett's images are beautiful, as is the poem. <br /><br />On first read "As traffic slowly hones the blade of morning" caught my imagination, but reading this over and over I love how the lines flow together and suggest: a place, and perhaps a place beyond place?<br /><br />Memory takes us places...Stuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17856424693319815534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79335800267439682182009-12-03T05:16:22.556-08:002009-12-03T05:16:22.556-08:00Thanks, Tom. Yes I just replied to you in regards ...Thanks, Tom. Yes I just replied to you in regards to the horror of tube trains.u.v.ray.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02866397025200956617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-85361293832391380792009-12-03T03:52:45.193-08:002009-12-03T03:52:45.193-08:00Jon,
Many thanks, lovely. I've always loved A...Jon,<br /><br />Many thanks, lovely. I've always loved Adorno's account of the rustling birth of the lyric as like the dimly apprehended sound of either wind or water moving unseen in a forest, who knows which it is... "rauschen", a quiet rushing.<br /><br /><br />Ray,<br /><br />Very kind of you, and as to your still being about, I am pleased and gratefully relieved; in fact have just now visited your friendly rag & bone shop (where in fact you are looking very sharp), comparing notes with you about tube dread.<br /><br /><br />Billy,<br /><br />Beautiful.<br /><br />The ultimate trust.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31405489096853621302009-12-03T02:19:51.335-08:002009-12-03T02:19:51.335-08:00A poem for a poem:
these trees
this grove
this ga...A poem for a poem:<br /><br />these trees<br />this grove<br />this garden<br /><br />lost<br />in morning<br /><br />the very edge <br />of day<br /><br />an order<br />sun imposes<br />random<br /><br />these shrubs<br />these beds<br />this pathway<br /><br />stand & wonder<br />why these walls<br />these trees<br />that very foxglove<br /><br />wait now<br />spring will<br />come againbillymillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16384818298267240803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12258557417272475312009-12-02T22:55:16.845-08:002009-12-02T22:55:16.845-08:00Once again, you are at your best when such decepti...Once again, you are at your best when such deceptive simplicity reveals greater depths each time I read through it.<br /><br />Phonetically, absolutely splendid. <br /><br />Yes, Tom, old bean, I am still about. Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated!u.v.ray.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02866397025200956617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43318672210689518242009-12-02T20:48:13.404-08:002009-12-02T20:48:13.404-08:00the poem is like a breeze through the leaves...the poem is like a breeze through the leaves...Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07415555531504843017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74167542364458486052009-12-02T08:00:22.367-08:002009-12-02T08:00:22.367-08:00Thank you and Sepehri, HB: softly... through a gra...Thank you and Sepehri, HB: softly... through a grainy or porous medium.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28785947680000867582009-12-02T07:37:48.129-08:002009-12-02T07:37:48.129-08:00.
seeing the world in water color
no dinstictive ....<br /><br />seeing the world in water color<br />no dinstictive lines of reality<br />beautiful blurry truth<br />through tearful eyes<br /><br />.<br /><br />Sohrab Sepehri says the best thing to achieve is eyes that are tearful because of the incident of love...<br /><br /><br /><br />the magnificent images you created reminded me of many things i deeply love... water color, Monet, blurry scences, and Sepehri...<br /><br /><br />plan B was a killer...<br />:)human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-19546271205024658822009-12-02T06:32:06.244-08:002009-12-02T06:32:06.244-08:00Ah, morning: forever trying to find it by waiting ...Ah, morning: forever trying to find it by waiting through the night to sneak up on it.<br /><br />But thus trapped, it is not itself.<br /><br />In the air of time we find ourselves on the moon palace stairs with these memory colours, these almost tangible dreams...<br /><br />(P.S. Aditya: I believe you.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-2814792372238130472009-12-01T21:56:27.900-08:002009-12-01T21:56:27.900-08:00I want to go here: "the moon palace stairs&qu...I want to go here: "the moon palace stairs"<br /><br />and, oh, the colours of morning ... ah, yes<br /><br />simple, sweet and strong~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91875368111346637622009-12-01T19:17:55.799-08:002009-12-01T19:17:55.799-08:00finding my memory
in more and more spaces
driven b...finding my memory<br />in more and more spaces<br />driven by scents sounds colors<br />that exist<br />in the air of time<br />which we silly beings say passes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33145704618175076112009-12-01T18:03:09.751-08:002009-12-01T18:03:09.751-08:00my doctor friends from India
say it's not a go...my doctor friends from India<br />say it's not a good idea to <br />wash your feet in the Ganges,<br /><br />in training one of them saw<br />a man die from a cobra bite<br />the other a man die from<br />rabies<br /><br />they seem to like it here(USA)<br />quite a bit<br /><br />after listening to them talk, jealous of this exotic pathology<br />I decided I wanted to see<br />Slumdog Millionaire three more<br />times.....it's got a better<br />outcome than Fiddler on the Roof<br /><br />and "the colors of the morning"<br /><br />the poet's new day<br /><br />the classic line I repeat to<br />depressed patients and quite a true<br />one<br /><br />"What's tomorrow? No, What's tomorrow?"<br /><br />"It's the first day of the rest<br />of your life"Elmo St. Rosenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27656574555137496772009-12-01T07:33:44.456-08:002009-12-01T07:33:44.456-08:00Exquisite Tom. I absolutely admire the way the str...Exquisite Tom. I absolutely admire the way the structure of this poem flows. Each line catching hold, of the the next one. Defying the punctuations, and the Caps. <br /><br />India. Is a beautiful place. Believe me. <br /><br />Do keep writing.<br /><br />Aditya.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-87232393706152035502009-12-01T03:47:40.533-08:002009-12-01T03:47:40.533-08:00Mariana,
Thanks always for your visits and encour...Mariana,<br /><br />Thanks always for your visits and encouraging words.<br /><br />El gusto es mio.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34817178978205630122009-12-01T02:15:12.377-08:002009-12-01T02:15:12.377-08:00Beautifull text, great writting, I liked the openi...Beautifull text, great writting, I liked the opening, the moon palace.<br />It is a pleasure to read such well written poetry<br />take care<br />tcMariana Sofferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13351209522681966230noreply@blogger.com