tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post6192028357793837021..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Nightly EncounterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1274335587494759222013-12-27T16:48:47.003-08:002013-12-27T16:48:47.003-08:00I get what the analyst is saying.
It's always...I get what the analyst is saying.<br /><br />It's always provisional work - unfinished - getting a self in focus. Two ghosts haunting each other here, leaving this reader in vertigo.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75022239702645551792013-12-26T14:25:07.458-08:002013-12-26T14:25:07.458-08:00A lot of shadows following me around today, but ti...A lot of shadows following me around today, but tis the shadow season. The stock market is an odd metaphor for shadow play and doubles, isn't it? Interesting to read this and the comments. Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16985656945681952092013-12-26T11:33:37.124-08:002013-12-26T11:33:37.124-08:00Boxing with shadows... this jolly boxing day morn....Boxing with shadows... this jolly boxing day morn.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70991561612583252442013-12-26T10:32:40.157-08:002013-12-26T10:32:40.157-08:00Actually, I was the dreamer. And neither the dogs...Actually, I was the dreamer. And neither the dogs nor coffee brought me up to the moment. That didn't happen and I kept dreaming until learning that the stock market is apparently valuing Twitter at a price that exceeds what seems to be its real value (based on its utility and aesthetics) by an approximately infinite amount. I just don't "get" anything any longer. CurtisUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01453842393788270587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60308703867153724962013-12-26T09:41:05.161-08:002013-12-26T09:41:05.161-08:00Tom,
so little time left now
left, right, left, ...Tom,<br /><br />so little time left now<br /><br />left, right, left, right . . . <br /><br />the disinterested witness must be right . . .<br /><br />happy boxing daySTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57628097737087061762013-12-26T03:58:09.174-08:002013-12-26T03:58:09.174-08:00Curtis,
The disinterested witness whom we keep on...Curtis,<br /><br />The disinterested witness whom we keep on hand for such occasions suggests that the speaker of the poem is not a dreamer but an insomniac haunted by the past.<br /><br />(One must always trust one's analyst.)<br /><br />But now, coffee -- of that we have plenty.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59541827402660801552013-12-26T03:22:12.719-08:002013-12-26T03:22:12.719-08:00Reading the shop talk about Brovira photographic p...Reading the shop talk about Brovira photographic paper in connection with one of the photographs in no way demystifies or drains the emotions from the story of the mentally shackled double. It has the opposite effect, actually. Beginning the day with a dream instead of coffee. 30 minutes left until the dogs bring me right up to the moment. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.com