Biography of Tom Clark
Tom Clark (born March 1, 1941) is an American poet, editor and biographer. Clark was born on the Near West Side of Chicago and educated at the University of Michigan where he received a Hopwood Award for poetry. On March 22, 1968, he married Angelica Heinegg, at St. Mark’s Church, New York City. Currently (as of 2013) residing in California, Tom Clark's recent books of poetry are Light & Shade: New and Selected Poems (Coffee House, 2006) and Threnody (effing press, 2006).
Clark served as poetry editor of The Paris Review from 1963 to 1973 and published numerous volumes of poetry with Black Sparrow Press, including a verse biography: Junkets on a Sad Planet: Scenes from the Life of John Keats (1994). His literary essays and reviews have appeared in The New York Times, Times Literary Supplement, Los Angeles Times, San Francisco Chronicle, London Review of Books, and many other journals; some of his essays on contemporary poetry have been collected in The Poetry Beat: Reviewing the Eighties. From 1987 to 2008 he taught Poetics at New College of California.[not in citation given]
Currently residing in California, Clark remains an active writer producing poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. In 1991, he published a biography of Charles Olson, one of his poetic mentors, entitled Charles Olson: The Allegory of a Poet’s Life (Norton: 1991).
Tom Clark Poems
Great moment in Blade Runner where Roy Batty is expiring, and talks about how everything
As in that grey exurban wasteland in Gatsby When the white sky darkens over the city Of ashes, far from the once happy valley, This daze spreads across the blank faces
Then and Now
Then it was always for now, later for later. And then years of now
Poetry, Wordsworth wrote, will have no easy time of it when the discriminating
The angel asked, as his shoulders were pressed into the stone Why me? And taken away from the inhabited body, Like the lyric voice rustling from memory forests,
Sounding Chinese at Inspiration Point
Nice spring day off big white cloud At Inspiration Point escaping time wars Poet takes book & wine bottle up into Mist Mountains
The smashed weirdness of the raving cadenzas of God Takes over all of a sudden In our time. It speaks through the voices of talk show moderators.
Don't hurt the radio for Against all Solid testimony machines Have feelings Too
Always behind my back I hear The spastic clicking of jerked knees And other automatic reactions Tracking me through the years to where
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Wyatt, with no insurance on his own head, watching the execution of Anne Boleyn from his cell in the Tower, while beyond on Tower Hill her lovers also are executed,
The god of war assured King Arsounas, "Do not be fooled by words. No life is taken. Know that no one was ever born, nor does anyone die." In the violent mini-eternity of the warrior,
The Domestic Life of Ghosts
Whoso list to haunt could do worse than to Obtain the license, get the picture. Spook finders must find spooks to put the face, Name and space coordinates together.
ephemeral as tinkerbell unmoored yet not unmoved tossed cloudward, flipped
sleepwalker can never die he is the chemical soldier composite of latex and atropine,
sleepwalker can never die
he is the chemical soldier
composite of latex