tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post4076741883293919985..comments2024-03-19T16:12:52.149-07:00Comments on my dripping brain: pastoralTim Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-70148108019687040382011-05-03T20:24:27.557-07:002011-05-03T20:24:27.557-07:00I love you, Robyn Field!I love you, Robyn Field!Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-54019911560564635182011-05-03T18:39:28.034-07:002011-05-03T18:39:28.034-07:00you are one of the rocks in my world. I love you. ...you are one of the rocks in my world. I love you. this is beautiful.robyn fieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02476274969822709214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-17403378416006141482011-05-03T14:01:24.638-07:002011-05-03T14:01:24.638-07:00I was in retail sales hell for 25 years. Then reti...I was in retail sales hell for 25 years. Then retired. But given the current economic situation -- generally and personally -- "retired" is now a euphemism for "unemployed." :)Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-34350133771058658612011-05-03T11:50:16.870-07:002011-05-03T11:50:16.870-07:00Ha! Well I liked the connection to soil aspect. We...Ha! Well I liked the connection to soil aspect. We take from poems what we wish them to say oft times. A million miles away from a sense you could ever be anything? That's a tough sell Tim, but it's not like I've never felt that kind of intangible being. And I totally get the lack of entitlement thing. What is your profession? You've got a good bit of gray matter :) I am a "bear of very little brain".Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-41348404507000549302011-05-03T11:22:24.129-07:002011-05-03T11:22:24.129-07:00Thanks! Oh, I play a bit of guitar. :)
Sometimes,...Thanks! Oh, I play a bit of guitar. :)<br /><br />Sometimes, I'm not successful in achieving my aim with a poem. This poem might be one of those times. I think my lines were too indefinite to pull off my intention. <br /><br />The contrast between the "gypsy" and the estate baron is less about the latter's primal connections to soil than about his being a cipher for all who are weirdly solid (weirdly to me, anyway). Whether one has inherited deep roots or whether one has an innate talent (to be a dentist, mechanic, politician, scholar, etc.), I am struck by a similar aura of easy bearing, of situated gravitas. To be what one must be. Which makes them seem solid-in-the-world to themselves and to others. To me it is freaky, because I'm a million miles away from any sense that I'm entitled to be or that I could ever be anything.<br /><br />The farmland is an analog for a psychological field of being -- fenced in with a certainty about the ego's reality. The gypsy and his fiddle are an analog for a psychological furtiveness -- the gypsy is elusive, music is intangible. To have been clearer, I probably should have written a stanza bringing in aspects other than farming. But for me, those others of gravitas and bearing are always implicit for me when I drive through southern Missouri.<br /><br />Well...that's a lot of hot air. I probably should refrain from trying to explain or psychoanalyze my poems. :))Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-9539884430141393512011-05-03T09:08:39.615-07:002011-05-03T09:08:39.615-07:00Just the word pastoral makes me spread out, angel ...Just the word pastoral makes me spread out, angel my arms in fields of mustard. Such a beautiful banquet you have prepared. "look with eyes that have cast off moods and schemes of tomorrow..." That is exactly what I mean about you, the gems I now know will be there and yet excite me each time I find them.<br /><br />How is it some people are so solid in the world? I have only my experience with which to answer. Those that are close to the earth, that live low in connection to primal, ancient things that root deep. Those that dirty their nails and cake their shoes with the clay that formed the man that formed the woman. Those that labor for their own, rather than gorge from anothers effort. I never feel more grounded than I do working the farm.<br /><br />Loved all the musical references along the hillside. Do you play an instrument?Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.com