tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post930756196493209833..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: ParadiseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-85610446271479097282009-07-04T18:52:54.621-07:002009-07-04T18:52:54.621-07:00Thank you Lucy.
Sometimes one slips into wordless...Thank you Lucy.<br /><br />Sometimes one slips into wordless states, states where the words don't fit on the things, and then there are just the things, no labels, and at that point they cease to be things and turn into parts of something that's open, flowing, inconclusive .. at such moments we recover wordlessness, but of course that is not yet a form of communication. Still perhaps it's a place from which communication can begin, in a new and different kind of language?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53420480225123130252009-07-04T07:53:30.197-07:002009-07-04T07:53:30.197-07:00You have put into delightful words the idea of tha...You have put into delightful words the idea of that perfection man will never reach, which he has projected in the image of a lost paradise for centuries. I loved the line "There was no need for language..." Communication with nature was implicit. The primitive peoples had that. Do you think we will ever recover it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80333529274487255932009-06-20T09:25:38.742-07:002009-06-20T09:25:38.742-07:00This is great. So much power in everyday words.
...This is great. So much power in everyday words. <br /><br />Dylan graduated from Berkeley High (at the Greek Theatre last Friday) -- an embarrassing ass-numbing 5 hours that filled me with despair and anger -- and one of the entertainment items (5 separate servings) was "poetry."<br /><br />Which didn't even rise to the level of "spoken word" or "slam." All about "I" and "me" and nothing (nothing) else.<br /><br />Whole generations (at least in this culture) have NO idea what poetry is.<br /><br />Were they to read this poem they might begin to glimpse the power there just begging to be tapped.George Mattinglyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11844284835653397986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-26601302078564647052009-06-19T15:12:06.157-07:002009-06-19T15:12:06.157-07:00Imperfection, impossibility, flaw and fault... nec...Imperfection, impossibility, flaw and fault... necessary to accept these things. More difficult step, to embrace them--in the world, or in oneself; from over here, on what always feels like the wrong side of what always looks like not quite the right track.<br /> <br />Then again, Mariana, this was recently discovered on the night table amidst the midden of spilled calcium channel blockers, ACE inhibitors, etc.: an old note to self from a time when I'd been working on a painting: the note says "Crowd Asymmetry". Translation to self: Celebrate the disproportionate magic of reality.TC/BTPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-862055964069609782009-06-19T13:44:18.887-07:002009-06-19T13:44:18.887-07:00Tom, this is marvelous. "A fault..." Tha...Tom, this is marvelous. "A fault..." Thanks.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13285558511682553411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48396473295714395652009-06-18T22:10:19.652-07:002009-06-18T22:10:19.652-07:00Reality is never completely proportional. Part of ...Reality is never completely proportional. Part of it's magic is given by it's imperfection and by its impossibility to reach it.Mariana Sofferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13351209522681966230noreply@blogger.com