tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post989684165547834426..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: "In this river..."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20212601287690286962009-10-18T05:20:23.140-07:002009-10-18T05:20:23.140-07:00Brilliant! with the teeth of dreams.
L.Brilliant! with the teeth of dreams.<br /><br />L..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67478340367383613382009-10-15T04:11:17.709-07:002009-10-15T04:11:17.709-07:00David,
I was born under the sign of Pisces. As to...David,<br /><br />I was born under the sign of Pisces. As to the aquarium of your skull (I think of Keats's curiously cerebro-weedy line, "The working trellis of a living brain"), I can't think of anywhere I'd rather my poetry spawned.<br /><br />Lucy,<br /><br />Many thanks. Air, light and water. The unstable materials dreams and life are made of.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-29875299889904238172009-10-14T05:45:25.400-07:002009-10-14T05:45:25.400-07:00The phosphorescence of your weedy distichs leaves ...The phosphorescence of your weedy distichs leaves a ghostimage palely loitering in my mind's eye: a serpentine river or riverine serpent--a phosphorescent eel slithering amid the coldly glowing, piscine words your poetry has spawned in the aquarium of my skull.Delia Psychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03020484032408233158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79752878859665113102009-10-14T05:33:12.085-07:002009-10-14T05:33:12.085-07:00Ethereal. Made up of the materials dreams are made...Ethereal. Made up of the materials dreams are made of. I just loved it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com