tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post177795173625801391..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: TracksUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20536973629653333392012-09-28T15:24:35.447-07:002012-09-28T15:24:35.447-07:00"white smocked post docs in masks"
much..."white smocked post docs in masks"<br /><br />much like <br /><br />the bearded PhD. <br /><br />we know these doctors<br />who are in the midst<br />of their procedures<br /><br />following an invented routine<br />like the tracks<br />leading in and out<br />of lives<br /><br />we live and die<br />by the tracks<br />hobos, all<br />addicted to their <br />only routes<br />where we hop off randomly<br />into the wide and empty landscape<br />curing into a ball<br />before we hit the ground rolling.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61017828722996534332012-09-28T11:50:03.699-07:002012-09-28T11:50:03.699-07:00Torture O'Clock
Dirty socks
rock chock full-o...Torture O'Clock<br /><br />Dirty socks<br />rock chock full-o'-nuts<br />plenty yesterday.<br /><br />Today I seek<br />sooth<br />sayer again.<br /><br />My fortune.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59578033108756041462012-09-28T11:43:59.711-07:002012-09-28T11:43:59.711-07:00Presumably the technicians go off to sleep in dark...Presumably the technicians go off to sleep in dark rooms at night (how do they sleep??), but one supposes the lights stay on in the cages; where, whatever the hour, it's always torture o'clock.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33215364975369704192012-09-28T11:42:43.775-07:002012-09-28T11:42:43.775-07:00"the final animal experiment"
This life..."the final animal experiment"<br /><br />This life<br />but who<br />are the scientists?<br /><br />We see the teams<br />but who is in charge?<br /><br />Poets take up <br />foresic duties<br />shoved aside<br /><br />report <br />to the pale blog<br /><br />to its owner beyond<br />the curtain<br />is the curtain.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-56783202690104403752012-09-28T10:47:03.625-07:002012-09-28T10:47:03.625-07:00"The train does not make
up its mind where it..."The train does not make<br />up its mind where it wants to go<br />it just follows the tracks"<br /><br />This is it--what modern science does/replicates-- people, places, things. All the proper nouns.<br /><br />These words brand, burn, and click so smoothly. I smell the fumes, hear the whistle.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46412867804250056432012-09-28T10:41:42.572-07:002012-09-28T10:41:42.572-07:00Huge flanks
under there somewhere
cattails
reds br...Huge flanks<br />under there somewhere<br />cattails<br />reds browns purples gold<br />rich full<br />fall Tallgrass <br />frost <br />list this wing <br />famous<br />prairie<br /> flywaySusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4749625633146243342012-09-28T10:25:04.008-07:002012-09-28T10:25:04.008-07:00A clock's rhythm too, of course. Tracked time....A clock's rhythm too, of course. Tracked time.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27657289732337938292012-09-28T10:21:20.650-07:002012-09-28T10:21:20.650-07:00"White smocked post docs in masks"
The a..."White smocked post docs in masks"<br />The almost nursery lilt of the line, the comic touch, makes the image as it seeps into the head all the more horrendous.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62565923011519404902012-09-28T10:04:21.524-07:002012-09-28T10:04:21.524-07:00The tracks are beautiful
specific
lead into the cl...The tracks are beautiful<br />specific<br />lead into the clean city<br />beautiful at night<br />with lights.<br /><br />Nobody there<br />as The Specials sang<br />about the town.<br /><br />Where did all the commuters go?<br />At night--<br />it is a different city<br />one they would not call home<br />would not mourn<br />except for missing<br />the tracks they rode<br />they counted.<br />Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81167625291565265212012-09-28T08:50:27.929-07:002012-09-28T08:50:27.929-07:00...thinking about tracks...
"Caminante, son ......thinking about tracks...<br /><br />"Caminante, son tus huellas<br />el camino y nada más;<br />Caminante, no hay camino,<br />se hace camino al andar.<br />Al andar se hace el camino,<br />y al volver la vista atrás<br />se ve la senda que nunca<br />se ha de volver a pisar.<br />Caminante no hay camino<br />sino estelas en la mar."<br /><br />Antonio MachadoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com