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Moon and clouds: photo by SR4001, 2007
Blue Jay (Cyanocitta cristata), Algonquin Provincial Park, Canada: photo by Mdf, 2005
Rain falling on creek, with sun shining: photo by Michael Gomez, 2005
Passers-by in wind, Karl-Marx-Allee, Berlin: photo by Ralph Hirschberger, 1990 (Deutsches Bundesarchiv)
Blue Jay (Cyanocitta cristata), Algonquin Provincial Park, Canada: photo by Mdf, 2005
Rain falling on creek, with sun shining: photo by Michael Gomez, 2005
Passers-by in wind, Karl-Marx-Allee, Berlin: photo by Ralph Hirschberger, 1990 (Deutsches Bundesarchiv)
Thanks for this/these Tom, going to rain again (today? tomorrow?) clouds and birds and (yesterday morning) sunlight reflected in channel ---
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first grey light in sky above still black
ridge, red-tailed hawk calling on branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
other versions same subject,
particularly drawing
taken for itself, no longer
with it, drawn aside
silver of sunlight reflected in channel,
shadowed green slope of ridge across it
Steve
i love this poem...this form....get rid of conjunctions and determiners....let the reader provide...imagine imagination
ReplyDeleteA delight, Tom. It's very difficult to get these single-word lines right, and you do it with mastery.
ReplyDeletei'm a big fan of this kind of single word line... i think it's a wonderful form... what do you think it's called?
ReplyDeletei liked the petition sounding clouds in the photo as well...
thanks for sharing your work Tom...
Thank you all.
ReplyDeleteStephen, good to back in your channel. Raining here. I expect not a very good wave day for you. Flat and glassy?
Zev, yes, that was the idea exactly. Not so much an idea, really, as the holding-off of ideas. I tried to let it write itself and allow it to remain open to others to make of it what they will, without overdetermining the outcome.
Thank you, Bill. And yes, there were a lot more words left out than kept in. The cull comprised the difficulty.
I don't know a name for this form, Jon. Any suggestions? In my mind I think of it as "skinny line".
The one word line hoo haa is always deceptively difficult to pull off.
ReplyDeleteThe starkness is made all the more striking in this one.
Tom, obviously I am unable to contact you personally. Do you mind if I share one of your poems (Postconceptualism) with a few friends?
It's not a public access site - it's a paid subscription chat forum. I wanted to share a poem of yours to maybe wet their appetites and provide a link to your books at Black Sparrow. How's this sound?
Ray,
ReplyDeleteYes, "stark" is a pretty good name for it. (Or possibly "snark".)
Sure, fine about "Postconceptualism". I have total and absolute trust in you, Ray.
As to publisher links, though,the ones directing people to Libellum and Shearsman (on my left margin) might be a bit more up to date. Those are books that remain a gleam in my eye but hopefully will be out by Spring.
Cheers, Tom. Will cook something up.
ReplyDeleteI dunno, Tom. Why is actually getting books out made to be such a difficult, time-consuming matter?
I have never understood why the process we have to go through is so... off putting!
No wonder so many writers starve.
Thanks Tom and yes, the ONE WORD LINE is great -- and those clouds and the green above Samuel P. Taylor (!) clouds lifting here now, can see bottom of shadowed green ridge now (invisible before), birds and drops on shadowed green leaves -- something of 'it' in this ---
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grey whiteness of cloud against invisible
ridge, silver of drops falling from leaf
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
giving up structure, matter
present that is only
“after” or on, signal to be
sent, a second event
grey-white of sky to the left of point,
slope of sandstone cliff above channel
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a very refreshing poem, Tom... and fabulous pics...
and so inspiring... like rain...
:)
Beautifull pot tom, congrat, nice poem and pictures they also fit great together.
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I feel as if you felt free, while writting it. You felt the words and wrote them. You let yourself write what you where inspired with. I think that shows, in the art quality.
Take care my friend
M
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repetition in space
drifting in time
Like children exploding Christmas firecrackers outside the window at four o'clock in the morning.
Reads like a comment on (a) life, maybe. A passage/journey in retrospect. Such room for interpretation. I really like Tom.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leigh. Yes, a life... left open, unresolved, perhaps forever.
ReplyDeleteAny interpretation or meaning will probably do as well as the next, or none at all.
And meanwhile: here it is. And here we are.
Rudiments for Tom:
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The vein
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Exceptional.
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