Tom Clark

(1941 / Near West Side of Chicago / United States)

Tom Clark Poems

1. "Himself let him unknown contain" 4/26/2017
2. "Himself let him unknown contain" 2/9/2018
3. 40 Days 4/26/2017
4. 40 Days 2/9/2018
5. A Lesson in Geography 2/9/2018
6. A Lesson in Geography 2/10/2018
7. Baseball and Classicism 2/9/2018
8. Baseball and Classicism 6/24/2015
9. Blown Away 4/26/2017
10. Blown Away 2/9/2018
11. coire fhionn lochan 2/10/2018
12. Eternity 4/26/2017
13. Eternity 2/9/2018
14. Final Farewell 6/12/2015
15. Fleeting Promises 2/10/2018
16. Fleeting Promises 2/9/2018
17. 'flowering gorse bush' 2/10/2018
18. Hazard Response 2/10/2018
19. Hazard Response 2/10/2018
20. Hazard Response 4/26/2017
21. Human Life 2/9/2018
22. Human Life 4/26/2017
23. 'in the half-light of dusk' 2/10/2018
24. Oct. 28 2/10/2018
25. Oct. 28 2/9/2018
26. Radio 2/9/2018
27. Radio 4/26/2017
28. Realism 4/26/2017
29. Realism 2/9/2018
30. Riasg Buidhe 2/10/2018
31. Sounding Chinese at Inspiration Point 2/9/2018
32. Sounding Chinese at Inspiration Point 4/26/2017
33. Statue 4/26/2017
34. Statue 2/9/2018
35. Terminator Too 2/9/2018
36. Terminator Too 4/26/2017
37. The Domestic Life of Ghosts 4/26/2017
38. The Domestic Life of Ghosts 2/9/2018
39. Then and Now 4/26/2017
40. Then and Now 2/9/2018

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Final Farewell

Great moment in Blade Runner where Roy
Batty is expiring, and talks
about how everything
he's seen will die with him —
ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion,
sea-beams glittering before
the Tannhauser Gates.

Memory is like molten gold
burning its way through the skin
it stops there.
There is no transfer.
Nothing I have seen
will be remembered
beyond me.
That merciful cleaning
of the windows of creation
will be an excellent thing
my interests notwithstanding.

But then again I've never been
near Orion, or the ...

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Eternity

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, combat is conducted according to a ritual formal as song: no one is ever born, no one can ever die. The left-handed rockabilly guitarist whose left arm was s

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