tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7946932423674180705..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Psyche's Bower (Hampstead, May 1819)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34151049163607460752009-10-13T17:05:13.544-07:002009-10-13T17:05:13.544-07:00"forever stretching out my hand"
indeed..."forever stretching out my hand"<br /><br />indeed~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-29813292117057945412009-10-10T23:10:08.400-07:002009-10-10T23:10:08.400-07:00I hope so, that sounds like great fun. Love that ...I hope so, that sounds like great fun. Love that poem!Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18003096922600821074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6318807967474492042009-10-08T03:13:10.557-07:002009-10-08T03:13:10.557-07:00Should we
indulge ourselves
each to each,
might a...Should we<br />indulge ourselves<br />each to each,<br /><br />might an indulgent day<br />teach us to taste a peach<br />we can't quite reach?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68622972121479911092009-10-07T20:40:54.847-07:002009-10-07T20:40:54.847-07:00The Deep Keats Scroll is a real treasure! It brin...The Deep Keats Scroll is a real treasure! It brings up so many responsibilities of the poet (if one chooses to accept them). And how fun it would be to indulge so! Embonpoint is a new word for me, thank you for teaching, and is lacking from most modern poetry and visual art. Maybe I will have an indulgent day just to write and draw about it.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18003096922600821074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52446881081351731992009-10-07T07:15:07.779-07:002009-10-07T07:15:07.779-07:00peach
still out of reach
and what does this teach?...peach<br />still out of reach<br />and what does this teach?<br /><br />:)human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14831597502377819202009-10-05T21:36:10.849-07:002009-10-05T21:36:10.849-07:00Thank you Rachel.
You know while on this subject-...Thank you Rachel.<br /><br />You know while on this subject--the subject of pleasure I believe it is--and the closely related subject of suggestion--I suggest taking a look at this Deep Keats Scroll:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-deep-keats-scrolls-negative.html" rel="nofollow">Negative Capability: The Beatified Strawberry</a><br /><br />The strawberry is at the bottom of the page; you can make it big by clicking on it, and down at the bottom you will see Keats's deliriously wonderful letter description of the experience of eating a nectarine: "...good god how fine it went down, soft, pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a beatified strawberry..."<br /><br />On the Scroll I have drawn that beatified strawberry.<br /><br />It's the term "embonpoint" that so totally captures the life in Keats and for that matter in the marvelous period in which he lived, maybe the last relatively guilt-free time and place in which English prevailed as a spoken language.<br /><br />And how they spoke it!<br /><br />(The rather wet scholar Christopher Ricks once wrote a whole book on the subject of Keats's tendency to such slushy mouthings, "slippery blisses" as a euphemism for kisses, etc., but I've always thought the book coy and selfconscious in a way Keats probably was not.. all these matters of Period Taste being so hard to squeeze into Critical Categorization anyway.)<br /><br />My image search for this post in fact did lead me though some extremely drippy and inviting dew-wet nectarines almost ready to burst from their branch, but I abstained in favor of the present leaf-sequestered and virginal peach, obviously far too young for touching and anyway, as the poem suggests, well out of reach to a person as small as Keats, who would have had to be standing tip-toe on a chair... it was the poignancy of that image in my mind of him reaching for the desirable and unattainable pleasure that, I had hoped, would brace the poem, at its ending, against seeming merely indulgent (as he so plainly remains unable to indulge).TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-55908263659219282922009-10-05T15:03:41.692-07:002009-10-05T15:03:41.692-07:00I agree, the peach is very sensual. Even the soun...I agree, the peach is very sensual. Even the sounds when eating a ripe, juicy one. Thank you for the post, you are a whole world unto yourself and I so enjoy visiting.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18003096922600821074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-69885147312484724932009-10-05T00:37:04.157-07:002009-10-05T00:37:04.157-07:00Thank you Mariana, and yes, that curious delicious...Thank you Mariana, and yes, that curious delicious peachy suggestiveness was the entire point of this post -- though I hate to use the pointy word "point" about something so... what's the word?... beautifully pointless?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24678639877403322532009-10-04T22:55:25.289-07:002009-10-04T22:55:25.289-07:00Good post TC, I do not know why but there is alway...Good post TC, I do not know why but there is always something suggestive, sensual about a peach, even the sound of the words have that feel.<br /><br />Take careMariana Sofferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13351209522681966230noreply@blogger.com