tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7411844064702522411..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: I-glassesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77693828814099963142013-12-22T09:00:55.857-08:002013-12-22T09:00:55.857-08:00Tom,
Yes, "an absolutely flat poem, with no ...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, "an absolutely flat poem, with no dramatic element to be detected anywhere . . . the unflagging exploration of the phenomenology of perception. . ."<br /><br />-- seems to be what I'm still trying to do, coupled with 'thoughts' on what it is (or means?) to do so, and photos to 'prove' it was all 'really happening'?<br /><br />A beautiful poem.<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-17728562075565421592013-12-22T02:27:56.503-08:002013-12-22T02:27:56.503-08:00Thanks, Steve.
As I recall, this was an attempt t...Thanks, Steve.<br /><br />As I recall, this was an attempt to write an absolutely flat poem, with no dramatic element to be detected anywhere, whether with a fine-tooth comb, a microscope, or a sixth sense.<br /><br />There was a tiny fire-escape platform outside the kitchen window of the flat. By clambering up over the sink, I could squeeze myself out onto that platform. And once there, spend hours at a time severely annotating the view out over the rooftops.<br /><br />Then, the unflagging exploration of the phenomenology of perception seemed the essential aim, the ultimate goal for which one went on living.<br /><br />And the discoveries made then have proved invaluable ever since...<br /><br />Right.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68859290926696479382013-12-21T08:19:02.853-08:002013-12-21T08:19:02.853-08:00Tom and Tom,
How the mind moves out and lights on...Tom and Tom,<br /><br />How the mind moves out and lights on things<br />when the I is only a glass for seeing:<br /><br />I stand at the window. . .<br /><br />what else to say, having said it all so well here.STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86776047302432893242013-12-21T02:54:57.441-08:002013-12-21T02:54:57.441-08:00There were entire decades in which it was for what...There were entire decades in which it was for whatever obscure reason[s] impossible for me to use the first person pronoun in poetry (or for that matter anywhere else). <br /><br />But of course that doesn't mean it wasn't lurking silently in there somewhere, unseen yet subtly exerting its unfortunate influence on things.<br /><br />This curious I-phobia perhaps will seem a bit out-of-step with what was once termed the march of progress, now that self-aggrandizement has become a universal compulsion nay even a necessity (see: the grotesque selfie phenomenon, by which, perhaps, this particular phase in the Decline of the West will be remembered). <br /> <br />Ah well... Authorial subjectivity, such a tiresome indulgence at the best of times, in any case, und so weiter.<br /><br />A poem I have long taken as a sort of touchstone, on this subject: <br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/bertolt-brecht-why-should-my-name-be.html" rel="nofollow">Bertolt Brecht: Why Should My Name Be Mentioned?</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-38959859501891854732013-12-21T00:57:19.681-08:002013-12-21T00:57:19.681-08:00How the mind moves out and lights on things
when t...How the mind moves out and lights on things<br />when the I is only a glass for seeing:<br /><br />I stand at the window<br /><br />setting down each word<br /><br />Missed the colon at first. This is the true way to look at things; before distinction becomes a legal matter. <br /><br />Very lovely.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86571485526167234942013-12-20T23:16:54.778-08:002013-12-20T23:16:54.778-08:00I agree
there's more here
than an icon
seeI agree<br />there's more here<br />than an icon<br /><br />seevazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82392084972512384022013-12-20T11:38:53.977-08:002013-12-20T11:38:53.977-08:00Thank you: hour and place... sweet.Thank you: hour and place... sweet.Poet Red Shuttleworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053848100740944133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57096738886806739812013-12-20T09:15:03.060-08:002013-12-20T09:15:03.060-08:00Who is this "I"? Wittgenstein says that...Who is this "I"? Wittgenstein says that, in general, the word "I" refers to a person only in the sense that a roar of pain refers to the one who roars.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214178206307289834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44100702256822099132013-12-20T07:34:47.455-08:002013-12-20T07:34:47.455-08:00And on the other hand, sometimes it's just del...And on the other hand, sometimes it's just delusions of grandeur & sociopathy that penetrate through the I-glasses. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-296793765448845792013-12-20T06:47:50.220-08:002013-12-20T06:47:50.220-08:00I am in full agreement with Hazen's comment an...I am in full agreement with Hazen's comment and (though this is an obscure way of expressing what I'm thinking) "more." I love the Raworth comic and the poem runic qualities appeal to me very much and feel like the way my mind (for salient example) operates. I hope I've used "runic" correctly. Sometimes I mean "gnomic," but I don't think so here. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48750845089026905972013-12-20T05:39:03.630-08:002013-12-20T05:39:03.630-08:00Beautiful, intricate, and funny. Happy Friday to u...Beautiful, intricate, and funny. Happy Friday to us all.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.com