tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7917645986787654974..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Susan Kay Anderson: El Dorado, Man of GoldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13784728676005112202012-08-12T20:35:05.838-07:002012-08-12T20:35:05.838-07:00sexy and vexy
vis a viva
avid diva
and divan
navid...sexy and vexy<br />vis a viva<br />avid diva<br />and divan<br />navid \\ promise<br />good nous<br />sound ogling<br />d'or<br />the rods and sonic<br />cones<br /><br />synoc<br />cynic<br /><br />kinesthesia<br />or Zeno's wortPhanero Noemikonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430230355065457354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4418395099452680702012-08-07T10:10:52.411-07:002012-08-07T10:10:52.411-07:00The raft is not a raft.
It will sink if used.
It i...The raft is not a raft.<br />It will sink if used.<br />It is for looking at<br />in the dark cave<br />the dark water<br />where the moon<br />is enough<br />the spark<br />just the best<br />beside the fire<br />the torch<br />the little lampSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46539136643651589432012-08-06T10:07:53.525-07:002012-08-06T10:07:53.525-07:00Seeing it all spelled out here.
Just because I say...Seeing it all spelled out here.<br />Just because I say the kingdom <br />is mine<br />does not mean<br />it is<br />until<br />it solidifies<br />soft metal<br />down my throat<br />and into<br />my home<br />foreverSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86980475467276320422012-08-06T10:00:53.816-07:002012-08-06T10:00:53.816-07:00Coca-cola. Pepsico.Coca-cola. Pepsico.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-76506096656556096002012-08-06T05:57:52.462-07:002012-08-06T05:57:52.462-07:00Very impressive the way this work weaves the perso...Very impressive the way this work weaves the personal, the cultural, the historical, the mythic into the inextricable knot of the poetic.<br /><br />In his great book about the meaning of money, Frozen Desire, John Buchan reflects upon the arrival in the Americas of Europeans in quest of gold. For the peoples of the Americas, gold had not previously been money. "What happens when a great civilisation that uses money meets one that does not?" asks Buchan. "They smash each other to smithereens."<br /><br />Cortés spoke to the Mexican ambassadors at Vera Cruz in 1519 of of the "disease of the heart, that infirmity, that we have, my companions and I, and that we cure with gold."<br /><br />"... marooned... in a continent without money, [the Spanish] could not imagine how they could conduct their business without violence. The force of the smash derives from the polarities of ornament and money. In Peru, the Spaniards compelled Atahualpa to fill a room with two million pesos of gold and then garrotted him. The Indians retaliated with their own sense of what gold was:<br /><br />"'The Indians having gotten him in their power, melted Two Pound of Gold and one of them pouring it down his throat, said, Old Baldivia, thou hast a great and greedy Desire after Gold, we have us'd all possible means to satisfie thee, but could not; now by good hap we have thought upon a Way. Here is gold, drink thy thy Fill; for here's enough to content even the most Covetous.'"TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25499239393432410452012-08-06T04:56:02.067-07:002012-08-06T04:56:02.067-07:00Bodies covered in gold dust waiting to be washed a...Bodies covered in gold dust waiting to be washed away, golden smiles showing up at the moment of exchange, all the way through to that golden pistol, shining with a novelty violence.<br /><br />What a thing gold is.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-69744174528676863812012-08-06T00:06:26.684-07:002012-08-06T00:06:26.684-07:00Another stunning collaboration.Another stunning collaboration.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60362851710279272752012-08-05T12:38:13.684-07:002012-08-05T12:38:13.684-07:00Six great stanzas. Nice selection of pictures. A g...Six great stanzas. Nice selection of pictures. A good way to spend a Sunday evening, thank you both.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80148740925273586422012-08-05T07:33:08.192-07:002012-08-05T07:33:08.192-07:00Tom and Susan,
"the coldness and flashing of...Tom and Susan,<br /><br />"the coldness and flashing of the water made him<br />want to linger as long as possible."<br /><br />8.5<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />ridge, blackness of black pine branches<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> temporality itself as past-<br /> in-present, the other<br /><br /> otherwise, is also personal,<br /> an image on a surface<br /><br />white circle of sun in fog above ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com