tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post5988735528449172838..comments2023-10-28T03:14:44.519-07:00Comments on Calhouns Can(n)ons: Your Sunday PoemNewsstandGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099049885765768069noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-35499485048121269602010-01-12T06:17:22.057-08:002010-01-12T06:17:22.057-08:00Ah, that was both wonderful and sad. A long wonde...Ah, that was both wonderful and sad. A long wonderfull life doing what you love and bringing much happiness into the world. Hooray for Art Clokey.Churadogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17701649330085709021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-23345826418111981312010-01-11T13:33:56.409-08:002010-01-11T13:33:56.409-08:00Nice, Mike!
Hey, I found this different-than-the-...Nice, Mike!<br /><br />Hey, I found this different-than-the-Trib obit on Los Osos, citizen Art Clokey (Gumby creator) here:<br /><br />http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/11/arts/television/11clokey.html?emc=tnt&tntemail1=y<br /><br />Sorry for the interruption Ann, but it might be of interest, as Art Clokey was a poet with clay!Sewertoons AKA Lynette Tornatzkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04501351678541088868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-36246708961166061822010-01-11T06:23:50.028-08:002010-01-11T06:23:50.028-08:00Wonderful poem. Thanks. Sometimes on Hwy. 1 on a...Wonderful poem. Thanks. Sometimes on Hwy. 1 on a cold, early morning, you'll see a whole line of telephone poles with one buzzard perched on each, wings akimbo, looking like a row of Roman columns at a villa, all in a row with statues perched on top. Amazing sight.Churadogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17701649330085709021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-57026035190822783082010-01-10T21:49:10.183-08:002010-01-10T21:49:10.183-08:00I'm pretty sure I got de ja vu But I do love t...I'm pretty sure I got de ja vu But I do love this one:<br /> Lucky<br />One sweet pound of filet mignon <br />sizzles on the roadside. Let's say a hundred yards below <br />the buzzard. The buzzard <br />sees no cars or other buzzards <br />between the mountain range due north <br />and the horizon to the south <br />and across the desert west and east <br />no other creature's nose leads him to this feast. <br />The buzzard's eyes are built for this: he can see the filet's raw <br />and he likes the sprig <br />of parsley in this brown and dusty place. <br />No abdomens to open here before he eats. <br />No tearing, slashing with his beak, <br />no offal-wading <br />to pick and rip the softest parts. <br />He does not need to threaten or screech <br />to keep the other buzzards from his meat. <br />He circles slowly down, <br />not a flap, not a shiver in his wide wings, <br />and lands before his dinner, an especially lucky buzzard, <br />who bends his neck to pray, then eats.<br /><br />Thomas LuxMike Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14883036796650379771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-57235990257798209802010-01-10T11:12:24.855-08:002010-01-10T11:12:24.855-08:00I love this one. I've always thought it was im...I love this one. I've always thought it was important to honor vultures. They're the clean-up committee.Anne R. Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02420000168356370825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-20487453426717493992010-01-10T09:42:54.846-08:002010-01-10T09:42:54.846-08:00Wow! Great poem!! Thank you Ann! Interesting niche...Wow! Great poem!! Thank you Ann! Interesting niche that they fill on the food chain…Sewertoons AKA Lynette Tornatzkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04501351678541088868noreply@blogger.com