tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7244545941368911992..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: But Really It's OKUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-230850947606587942011-09-15T09:31:25.865-07:002011-09-15T09:31:25.865-07:00Come to think of it, Curtis, the title "But R...Come to think of it, Curtis, the title "But Really It's OK," if given horn rims and a touch of TexMex rockabilly backbeat, might have been on that plane in that snowstorm with the Big Bopper on that ill-fated night.<br /><br />And presto, another empty world, in the vast Herriman-esque dark of the afterlife.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82350898771436755092011-09-15T08:45:29.631-07:002011-09-15T08:45:29.631-07:00Lovely and very sad. I've never seen New Mexi...Lovely and very sad. I've never seen New Mexico, actually, and never imagined that Clovis looked like this. I kind of see it exclusively through the mental lens of Buddy Holly recording at Norman Petty's studio. The title "But Really It's OK" and "trembling with your tracks" really resonate for me. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30546989920759709872011-09-15T08:37:06.312-07:002011-09-15T08:37:06.312-07:00Yes, and good riddance.
Let us leave the leftover...Yes, and good riddance.<br /><br />Let us leave the leftovers to <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/striped-skunk-and-steam-plant-night.html" rel="nofollow">the wild crepuscular creatures</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18626401278003026232011-09-15T04:27:33.776-07:002011-09-15T04:27:33.776-07:00Your poem and comment do not sound cheerful in the...Your poem and comment do not sound cheerful in the first place. As Wittgenstein says-<br /><br />“I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.” <br /><br />what ever leftovers life has thrown toward us and and everything we are leaving behind.<br /> <br />I hope you are, in ' the general scheme of things ' doing fine and keeping up with life.<br /><br />PS - In Germany they fine people heavily for leaving behind/wasting the food they'd ordered.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28471526482252421042011-09-14T22:57:56.467-07:002011-09-14T22:57:56.467-07:00For some things, it's about time! :>)For some things, it's about time! :>)vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51583183121579887772011-09-14T07:36:01.183-07:002011-09-14T07:36:01.183-07:00Yes, things go away... it's such a ghostly tim...Yes, things go away... it's such a ghostly time...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5678504879969297902011-09-14T07:10:12.328-07:002011-09-14T07:10:12.328-07:00Tom,
Yes, "someone/ has gone away" -- t...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, "someone/ has gone away" -- there's the house, no one home (no photos from Davis showing up here) . . . . <br /><br />9.14<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />ridge, song sparrow calling from branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> everything still, which has<br /> little by little form<br /><br /> within arm’s reach, of that,<br /> shadow contrasts with<br /><br />grey white of fog against top of ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com