tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post8317739949291580533..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Wallace Stevens: Forms of the Rock in a Night-HymnUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34557028517460807722016-05-20T03:31:48.743-07:002016-05-20T03:31:48.743-07:00Thank you Sandra, Hazen and Hanf. Definitely if it...Thank you Sandra, Hazen and Hanf. Definitely if it's not the colonies we're forever in then it must indeed be the asylum.<br /><br />The old nazi can at least hold his head upright we must give him that much, we of the increasingly incapacitating neck wattles who would have been kings.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51613604307507508182016-05-19T11:01:11.999-07:002016-05-19T11:01:11.999-07:00Tom
Wonderful to see old Uncle Walnut back in your...Tom<br />Wonderful to see old Uncle Walnut back in your good graces. I remember your "13 Ways of Looking at a Shitbird", kind of made Stevens a guilty pleasure for me, as though something in the work wasn't to be touched. Still, I went on reading him, kind of like Beckett, the less I understood him the closer I figured I was getting to the heart of him. But maybe he never was in your bad graces and I was misreading your poem. And I had always hoped that it was Ted Hughes' "Crow" that you'd go after.<br />Again, such an amazing combination of word and image, and thanks for including the Queen Mum, though you could have whited out the old Nazi, her husband, in the background. Hanford Woodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10415085044561156724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9340004866754235532016-05-19T09:18:50.384-07:002016-05-19T09:18:50.384-07:00‘The difficult rightness of half-risen day.’ The t...‘The difficult rightness of half-risen day.’ The truth of this fits well in the mind and on the ear. The contrasts in these posts, Tom, remind me of Arcimboldo’s portraits of the human head, made up of fruits and vegetables. Yours provide a sobering portrait of the asylum in all its, ahem, variety. Today’s tour of the planet winds up with the Queen Mum wistfully staring out, as though at those storm-tossed mangoes in the former colonies.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10311029264569653582016-05-19T07:18:57.409-07:002016-05-19T07:18:57.409-07:00oh the rock !!oh the rock !!Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15053707892868584990noreply@blogger.com