tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5518108453505003088..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Floating in Clouds on the Floor of the SkyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88757281796603569402011-09-26T10:14:29.976-07:002011-09-26T10:14:29.976-07:00The rain came and went between bits of this conver...The rain came and went between bits of this conversation, Steve, but something tells me it'll be back.<br /><br />Speaking of "I'll be back...", I recall once reading that for saying those three lines, in fact his only three lines, in The Terminator, Arnold Schwarznegger "earned" something in the neighborhood of $13 million per word. And that's a pretty nice neighborhood.<br /><br />Whereas, speaking of neighborhoods, it seems both yours and ours are more than a bit buggy.<br /><br />The timbers and floors of this old house, and indeed virtually every nook and cranny in it, are home to some sort of small but not too small to be seen black bugs, which now and then crawl out and say hello and then disappear back into the wood. There are more of them than there are us by a factor of at least 10,000x. <br /><br />I believe they are trying to tell us something.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52578930530915432572011-09-25T07:59:54.396-07:002011-09-25T07:59:54.396-07:00Tom,
Yes, more of them than there are of us -- mo...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, more of them than there are of us -- more ants here (in the house, can't hear them gnawing away at <br />under my feet but see them crawling around across the floor, up the walls, on the ceiling, in the bed --and they bite! How many clear mornings did we have before the endless fog came back (three?), rain now on the way?<br /><br />9.25<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />top of ridge, black of leaves on branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> simply by means of works in<br /> black ink, variations<br /><br /> far from, going toward what<br /> would be, and becomes<br /><br />grey white of fog against top of ridge,<br />cormorant flapping across toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-140132754714497232011-09-24T11:39:21.092-07:002011-09-24T11:39:21.092-07:00I too believe, Curtis. But the busy termites, do t...I too believe, Curtis. But the busy termites, do they care a fig for our credence? There are more of them there are of us. In the boards beneath my feet I can hear them gnawing away.<br /><br />They are as infinite in number as their infinite-seeming hills. <br /><br />I like the marks of "low quality image" in that eerie bottom shot. Lens specks I expect. Still, speaking of believing -- I can and do believe those specks are flying insects swarming above the Savanna. <br /><br />This area of the three-corners conjunction of Venezuela, Guyana and Brazil is inhabited (sparsely) by the indigenous Pemon people. <br /><br />Perhaps they can make out the meanings and histories secreted in those quiet roarings from beneath the ground.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48966383953223837762011-09-24T11:01:41.133-07:002011-09-24T11:01:41.133-07:00I love the title of this piece and the way the sim...I love the title of this piece and the way the simple grandeur of language and images of the first lines develop into something that might be used as a (very eloquent) treatment for a good X-Files episode. And, as is the case there, I both want to and do believe. The four photographers’ images are all terrific. The final one of the approximately infinite-seeming termite hills, which clearly extend out of frame, is just amazing, as are the blues, greens and browns. Love the word “sabana”. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.com