tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7480667823502586211..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: MisticismUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-73474839487865619532010-04-16T00:36:49.520-07:002010-04-16T00:36:49.520-07:00(...and what moods might those be? enquires the in...(...and what moods might those be? enquires the inner voice. Moods of uttering complete nonsense?)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48532527267508139782010-04-15T16:49:40.216-07:002010-04-15T16:49:40.216-07:00Thank you Melissa, HB, Michael.
Yes, Melissa, a ...Thank you Melissa, HB, Michael.<br /><br /><br />Yes, Melissa, a reminder of a deeper self, one we do perhaps share in common with JK (and with each other).<br /><br /><br />(HB, for the record, I should perhaps note that that first poem, "Solipsism", is also by me -- and in fact was written some 45 years ago -- though I am happy to think you took it to be a poem by Keats, as its resemblance to certain Keatsian moods was what caused me to set it afloat amid these mists...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-64101100787775417832010-04-15T06:19:33.647-07:002010-04-15T06:19:33.647-07:00Brilliant, as always.Brilliant, as always.Lallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74746684061365898672010-04-15T00:02:41.141-07:002010-04-15T00:02:41.141-07:00ahhh... this is what i needed these day.. especial...ahhh... this is what i needed these day.. especially that first poem by Keats...<br /><br /><br /><br />fabulous post, Tom... and that poem by you... out of mist... mystical...<br /><br />:)human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28513238804726285632010-04-14T07:46:00.440-07:002010-04-14T07:46:00.440-07:00I visit the Keats Scrolls often. Always they brin...I visit the Keats Scrolls often. Always they bring a reminder of a deeper self.Melissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70648757225005543812010-04-14T05:17:29.585-07:002010-04-14T05:17:29.585-07:00Lovely to have the fine company, in the mist, Skip...Lovely to have the fine company, in the mist, Skip.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25129388240240295622010-04-14T03:55:38.458-07:002010-04-14T03:55:38.458-07:00In the midst of these . . . happily.In the midst of these . . . happily.Skip Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07034505342522742301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-42298227529308177072010-04-13T09:47:23.954-07:002010-04-13T09:47:23.954-07:00Thank you all, friends.
For Melissa there will ...Thank you all, friends. <br /><br />For Melissa there will be a touch of flashback in the top image. We once looked at these together.<br /><br />(For a closer look at that sheet, you can click to enlarge. Zoom in on the lower right area and you will see Krazy's lyric, which, of course, is actually Keats's note on Milton. This "Deep Keats Scroll" was originally posted on March 15, 2009, as "Want of an Object". You can find seven more of my Keats teaching scrolls surrounding that one on the blog; they were all posted on the same day.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74647591618311790012010-04-13T07:32:45.922-07:002010-04-13T07:32:45.922-07:00Tom,
How beautiful all this, words and pictures -...Tom,<br /><br />How beautiful all this, words and pictures -- "repeated in a finer tone and so repeated"<br /><br /><br />4.13<br /><br />pink cloud in pale blue sky above shadowed<br />shoulder of ridge, crow calling on branch<br />in foreground, waves sounding in channel<br /><br /> which surrounds perceptions,<br /> temporal situation in<br /><br /> external light, see present,<br /> order of “either” and<br /><br />sunlit whiteness of cloud above point,<br />line of cormorants flapping toward itSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34334792107023431832010-04-13T07:23:23.383-07:002010-04-13T07:23:23.383-07:00And all of this, Tom, is gorgeousAnd all of this, Tom, is gorgeousMelissanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-8983317805476016772010-04-13T04:28:58.702-07:002010-04-13T04:28:58.702-07:00Riding through the mist on Amtrak from Philadelphi...Riding through the mist on Amtrak from Philadelphia to New York, these are like misty fireworks.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.com