tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5961653158264207541..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: It Will Come DownUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21346643829875193812011-04-19T19:22:34.386-07:002011-04-19T19:22:34.386-07:00Common, all too common. For many years we have in ...Common, all too common. For many years we have in fact been huddled under successive patchwork layers of those blue plastic pods. But of course each individual blue plastic pod, like each child of the gods, has a limited life expectancy of its own. They come, they go. Currently the latest generation of pods is draped over the caved-in front steps of the collapsing mansion. All that remains between the children of the gods and the heavens, I am sometimes tempted to think, is blue plastic.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1450860039376484852011-04-18T10:55:41.454-07:002011-04-18T10:55:41.454-07:00Thats a common sight on the roads of Gurgaon Tom. ...Thats a common sight on the roads of Gurgaon Tom. Thats a common sight almost anywhere else as your post says now.<br /><br />'From the sky fell the wealth of the nations -- To every monad a blue plastic pod of its own'<br />Terrific line.<br /><br />In Delhi you get<br />to breathe<br />asphalt <br />car<br />dreams<br />and watch<br />the dry<br />women<br />who<br />soak<br />..adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60903561197673870912011-04-17T06:48:35.751-07:002011-04-17T06:48:35.751-07:00Elmo,
On the "put those idlers to work"...Elmo,<br /><br />On the <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/lewis-w-hine-enforced-rest.html" rel="nofollow">"put those idlers to work"</a> theme...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16649357926696290122011-04-17T02:44:10.545-07:002011-04-17T02:44:10.545-07:00Ah, Elmo, that has the ring of good sense.
Alas t...Ah, Elmo, that has the ring of good sense.<br /><br />Alas there are days in the life (well, also long, distracted, aimlessly meditative nights) when the miraculous ability to perform one simple, helpful, useful, practical act seems farther out of reach than walking on water (said the heel to the healer).<br /><br />Today was one of those increasingly familiar days here when the sound of house demolition becomes, by what must be an eerie form of synesthesia, a sound-picture evocation of that emergent architecture of the future in which the disposable modular otherness of the monad catches out of the anxious corner of its leaking eye faint unwanted glimpses of its own redundant mendicant practicum.<br /><br />Home-care and homelessness will converge in the emergent architecture of the future, among the weeds and the broken car parts and junked air conditioners.<br /><br />And as all this d/evolves, every blessed second, every cursed minute, every wasted hour, every lost night and day, by the medieval gate in Japan, while the rain falls, the humiliated samurai stumble around in the mud, trying to find their broken swords.<br /><br />It's the fleeting glint in the muck that twinkles like a little star.<br /><br />Full moon out there beyond the migraine night.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Elmo, let's go for a ride with Thomas Merton and a Purple Swamphen on an <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/empty-boat-purple-swamphen.html" rel="nofollow">empty boat</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-15698372859754435622011-04-16T16:29:29.717-07:002011-04-16T16:29:29.717-07:00yes, the beggar waits at the
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there's a l...yes, the beggar waits at the<br />gate<br /><br />there's a lot of work to do<br /><br />why not, read today, Thomas Merton,<br /><br />and do something practical tomorrowElmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88530168453102635392011-04-16T12:36:33.058-07:002011-04-16T12:36:33.058-07:00that line gave me pause too.that line gave me pause too.VINCENT FARNSWORTHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840705566779483677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-2928380801481597542011-04-16T05:49:13.273-07:002011-04-16T05:49:13.273-07:00You saw right into the heart of this by picking ou...You saw right into the heart of this by picking out that line, Curtis; it was a sort of tuning fork for the whole endeavour. <br /><br />These are those sort of times.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66113308566485263812011-04-16T05:30:21.167-07:002011-04-16T05:30:21.167-07:00Denoting the many formal beauties of this seems to...Denoting the many formal beauties of this seems to miss the point of this powerful piece, but they have and will not go unnoticed. I'm just letting the whole thing sink in. Not being any sort of student of scripture, though, I was surprised after reading the line "And we hid as it were our faces from them" (two or three times; it's fascinating) to learn its derivation and find how seamlessly it fits in with the rest of the piece. That's really something.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com