tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5574169938721100105..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Rilke in the Far NorthUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-40029524185887653742012-08-28T11:22:59.299-07:002012-08-28T11:22:59.299-07:00Parody...And paradis.
Some absent broadcaster'...Parody...And paradis.<br />Some absent broadcaster's<br />sunny weatherman<br />possessed by the poet<br />gives the perfect forecast.<br /><br />"...none <br />of these things helps"larry whitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05659637420532771765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44277330144037807812012-08-28T10:18:15.962-07:002012-08-28T10:18:15.962-07:00The doghair that grows back after aspen or birch a...The doghair that grows back after aspen or birch are clearcut is quite a bitch to wade through especially if your jeans are wet, boots wet, everything soggy and slow.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7907531214775627222012-08-28T08:44:11.471-07:002012-08-28T08:44:11.471-07:00Hey Scott,
Doghair birch floats my Hofbrau.
This...Hey Scott,<br /><br />Doghair birch floats my Hofbrau.<br /><br />This reclusive author has not yet left the glacier.<br /><br />Can it be he's on a veritable <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/from-elegies-of-far-north.html" rel="nofollow">hot streak</a>?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-19335896464321147892012-08-28T08:05:18.861-07:002012-08-28T08:05:18.861-07:00"Doghair birch" --
read that at first
..."Doghair birch" -- <br />read that at first <br />as Ding dong bitch.<br /><br />Sorry. <br /><br />My eyes<br />need time<br />to adjust.<br /><br />John Berryman's ghost.<br /><br />Let's fuck the arctic sea cover some more.<br /><br />Dimeter next.Scott Keeneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02539984048028999777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-55782789572449301732012-08-28T05:53:18.219-07:002012-08-28T05:53:18.219-07:00and so on.and so on.gamefacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562522181852339258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-19841507619303217262012-08-28T01:27:28.691-07:002012-08-28T01:27:28.691-07:00Such clear vision.Such clear vision.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-22408877683114546172012-08-27T17:01:25.243-07:002012-08-27T17:01:25.243-07:00We lived inside stone circles
to weigh down the te...We lived inside stone circles<br />to weigh down the tent<br />now it is called Barras<br />where it filled with water<br /><br />my red felt<br />zigzags at the seams<br />where my fingers can follow<br /><br />they have big hooves<br />for walking <br />on the crusty snow <br />Soviet architecture<br />down in town<br />where in summer<br />at the dance pavilion<br />others gather<br />Mosquitoes or no mosquitoes<br />anyway I left them<br />to their elbows<br />their stepping shoesSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41237610933326948962012-08-27T13:04:25.825-07:002012-08-27T13:04:25.825-07:00Doghair birch and velvet
cover mountains
beside th...Doghair birch and velvet<br />cover mountains<br />beside the patch of H<br />two oh<br />even here I start to miss<br />things absent <br />from my thoughts<br /><br />Well I died<br />nobody noticed<br />not even the rich the known<br />nor the poor <br />not known to them either<br /><br />The herd has found lichen<br />here often<br />pick the best to chew<br />purple glint eyes goldenSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-49413547263094800142012-08-27T10:08:45.347-07:002012-08-27T10:08:45.347-07:00This is what "The Quarry" actually looks...This is what "The Quarry" actually looks like. It is too beautiful (place) for words but what is noticed--time--<br /><br />"Danke, Sandra and Joe" comment sounds like a poem.<br /><br />I love "Rilke in the Far North"<br />because of the sundial floor keeping track of time but the poet keeps track of another sort of time when the sun goes down: it is "the feeling of winter approaching". There are images of comfort that follow like "hoar frost", "letters", "circles", "dry leaves" that are empty yet in their stillness behaving stubbornly, too, and refusing to blow around as they will do later on in the dark.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-90336340310530001002012-08-27T08:20:02.026-07:002012-08-27T08:20:02.026-07:00yes Tom...he did not feel completely desolated...w...yes Tom...he did not feel completely desolated...when I read this idea "If you have no home Nor place to stay, do not knock on any door. No one Will answer"<br />maybe it was not rejection ... but a heart filled situation (?)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4019562710660980532012-08-27T07:04:25.961-07:002012-08-27T07:04:25.961-07:00Danke, Sandra und Joe!
Rilke would have wanted re...Danke, Sandra und Joe!<br /><br />Rilke would have wanted readers to know that he did not feel completely desolate during his period of voluntary exile in the Far North. The memories of the finely appointed guest chambers in the castles of his erstwhile patronesses burnt into his soul like bolts of cold liquid fire searing into the heart of the sun. He learned some of the local dances, joined a reading group, and was often generously hosted by a kindly local couple, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Nicolas_og_kristin.JPG" rel="nofollow">Nicolas and Kristin</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-40046641945824848152012-08-27T06:58:50.515-07:002012-08-27T06:58:50.515-07:00Best Rilke parody ever! And your string of autumn ...Best Rilke parody ever! And your string of autumn poems is wonderful. Don't forget Lowell's autumn poems in <i>Day by Day</i>:<br /><br />Autumn is my favorite season—<br />why does it change clothes and withdraw?<br /><br />Keep 'em comin'!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52300281981584039392012-08-27T06:08:53.761-07:002012-08-27T06:08:53.761-07:00His words imply so much...beautiful words and pea...His words imply so much...beautiful words and peaceful atmoshpere !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com