tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3999525194787414604..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Shadow PlayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-8918013249594278522009-12-21T00:16:08.591-08:002009-12-21T00:16:08.591-08:00Hb,
Thanks for coming. (That's why a light w...Hb,<br /><br />Thanks for coming. (That's why a light was left in the window.)<br /><br />It's after midnight now, no more bells, or candles, or books. <br /><br />Not much time left <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/darwish-im-from-there.html" rel="nofollow">to return the sky to its mother</a>...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70177387322476070332009-12-19T06:39:18.592-08:002009-12-19T06:39:18.592-08:00*... a life lived in a moment...*... a life lived in a moment...human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25626047218211500392009-12-19T06:31:02.962-08:002009-12-19T06:31:02.962-08:00again you left a map for me to start a treasure hu...again you left a map for me to start a treasure hunt... and i'm here reading this stunning work... taking in the beauty shared... a life lives in a moment...<br />the theme of light and shadow and the way they play with each other (:D) is one of my favorites...<br /><br />really impressive work<br /><br />this part just killed me:<br /><br />"... Or should I say desire it, dear."human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82712177510605294862009-11-05T07:34:55.092-08:002009-11-05T07:34:55.092-08:00Tom,
I quoted your book
John's Heart also o...Tom, <br /><br />I quoted your book <br />John's Heart also on a Facebook site.<br />The only copy I have <br />I send to a girl, <br />in Charleston. <br /><br />what's funny- the text is dutifully<br />recorded on Facebook (save Aram) <br />(is a real person) on a website <br />-wants a grove- (I changed it ) <br />yet in pasting it to your site, the text changed, mercifully, I think, quite unbeknownst to my design. Thanks for your friendship.Andrew Bowie Hagannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-92188535731698966062009-10-23T19:16:30.770-07:002009-10-23T19:16:30.770-07:00SarahA,
Yes, imagination is everything.
Jackie,
...SarahA,<br /><br />Yes, imagination is everything.<br /><br />Jackie,<br /><br />How lovely to slip through these portals in time and space... thank you so much for your beautiful photo!TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51658161704651393582009-10-23T18:04:09.177-07:002009-10-23T18:04:09.177-07:00So nice of you to use my Photo. The day was ebbing...So nice of you to use my Photo. The day was ebbing and it was so hot it was like a portal in time to be in the cool of that room and watch the light move, flash then fade into the evening which was gently infused with the cricket's song.Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10800114926236337512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20972923943425697792009-10-19T10:10:18.219-07:002009-10-19T10:10:18.219-07:00You know I CAN hear the words in my head.I can ima...You know I CAN hear the words in my head.I can image. And I am liking such because I can.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46170291997375432952009-10-19T02:10:04.512-07:002009-10-19T02:10:04.512-07:00And in fact, to be fair, here's the whole song...And in fact, to be fair, here's the whole song: is it just me, or is this message meant for us, now?<br /><br /><br />I lit my purest candle close to my<br />Window, hoping it would catch the eye<br />Of any vagabond who passed it by,<br />And I waited in my fleeting house<br /><br />Before he came I felt him drawing near;<br />As he neared I felt the ancient fear<br />That he had come to wound my door and jeer,<br />And I waited in my fleeting house<br /><br />"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;<br />"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;<br />"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;<br />And he stood before my fleeting house<br /><br />"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;<br />Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;<br />I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"<br />And he walked away from my fleeting house<br /><br />"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;<br />"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;<br />"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;<br />And he walked away from my fleeting houseTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23014094224306712322009-10-19T01:57:26.365-07:002009-10-19T01:57:26.365-07:00And here's where the kid sings it, back in pre...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hovGx_zQ9nM&feature=related" rel="nofollow">And here's where the kid sings it, back in prehistory: Morning Glory</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-26906995301853827972009-10-19T01:52:00.719-07:002009-10-19T01:52:00.719-07:00(Huh? Come again? Speak English?)
This might help...(Huh? Come again? Speak English?)<br /><br />This might help:<br /><br />I lit my purest candle close to my<br />Window, hoping it would catch the eye<br />Of any vagabond who passed it by<br />And I waited in my fleeting house<br /><br />(Tim Buckley, "Morning Glory")TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71095832519445153152009-10-19T01:11:55.138-07:002009-10-19T01:11:55.138-07:00Mind's eye is the place where this happens.
I...Mind's eye is the place where this happens.<br /><br />I see that candlelit window in the fleeting house from two perspectives in my mind's eye, first from the perspective of a lonely night traveller through unknown country whose heart is lifted, even from far off, by the sight of a light in a window, welcoming and consoling; and second from the interior perspective of the one waiting by the fragile light inside the fleeting house. <br /><br />(It is in the context of the unpredictable and uncontrollable shiftings and reversals of those basic points of perspective that I would gratefully see such communications as these.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63175318148376599832009-10-18T11:07:06.910-07:002009-10-18T11:07:06.910-07:00I do enjoy the images you always seem to conjure u...I do enjoy the images you always seem to conjure up in my mind's eye. I take them with me long after I have read your words. Know that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-85850122873042494342009-10-18T09:18:06.369-07:002009-10-18T09:18:06.369-07:00This is a nice compliment to the Wallace Stevens c...This is a nice compliment to the Wallace Stevens candle poem you posted at Vanitas....Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13285558511682553411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1190718333901954132009-10-18T07:29:57.463-07:002009-10-18T07:29:57.463-07:00maybe limitless.maybe limitless..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-20880016204154076112009-10-18T05:18:26.278-07:002009-10-18T05:18:26.278-07:00Yes. I suppose it is indeed a rather isolated and ...Yes. I suppose it is indeed a rather isolated and interior life that is reflected here, as one grows away from the world toward... what, another world? How many are we allowed?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11599047324138211082009-10-18T04:42:35.265-07:002009-10-18T04:42:35.265-07:00Makes me think of all those interiors: of our hist...Makes me think of all those interiors: of our histories,our minds,those moments wrapped in lengths of time,yet at one exact moment also. Almost like when reality is equally unreal. Wonderful.<br /><br />leigh.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.com