Thursday, April 9, 2009

April 9, 2009 - Clovis New Mexico

That goddamn wind – interminable wind – and those goddamn cheep Wal-Mart tents; they don’t at all get along. Where is the nearest REI. Impossible to shop on the Internet – no where to deliver the merchandise. My tent was on its last legs up in the Guadalupes and the wind was blowing is gusts of 50-55 mph and up to 85 predicated for the night. I had been patching the poles by duct taping (splintering) spare tent pole sections (from previous Wal-Mart tents) onto broken sections and I didn’t think the poles would make itthe night. I took the tent down and slept in the hammock and froze. And after all that the wind died down and it was all for naught.

Three young girls soap up
Under the open air shower
Wearing their bikinis and they
Are so aware of their erotic
Performance and they giggle

And I want to applaud
And they return to their
Camp site draped within
The folds of their towels
As if they were ball gowns


And this morning the wind began to blow again – and damnit Wal-Mart is selling even more miserable excuses for tents and charging more. I kept thinking the wind will die down. The poles were bending almost doubled over and I was sure one was going to pop. I took the tent down and broke camp – I’ll find someplace with less wind – and I headed further north. Now I sitting in a Hastings bookstore in Clovis. Out on the high prairies where the wind never ceases. Clovis, namesake of the Clovis point. I was at Oasis State Park just a mile down the road from Blackwater Draw


Do you remember…? And the light of the past flowed magically from the far distance into the present. It was fun, they enjoyed it. It was perhaps like turning around after having doggedly trudged along a road for hours, to see al the empty distance one has covered transformed int a grand vista, to one’s genuine satisfaction – Musil

I did this and I did that
You’re no longer like the
     Young athlete
Who only needs to catch
     His breath
All those aches (the neck,
    The shoulders, and there’s
    A new one in the hips)
Will never go away again
They shall only get worse


Department One sent out a memorandum; Department Two replied; When Department One had been notified of Department Two’s reply, it was usually advisable to suggest talking it over in person and when an agreement had been reached in this fashion, it was decided that nothing could be done about the matter; and so there was always something to do – Musil

 
The Living Desert Zoo and Gardens State Park in Carlsbad was a treasure – specializing in the Chihuahuan desert and flora and fauna of New Mexico. And there was Maggie Oso – the painting bear – her watercolors available to purchase in the visitor’s center – and not a bad artist either. Carlsbad is know for the Caverns but don’t miss this. One gets quickly adjusted to the caverns – their enormous size. Carlsbad Caverns are huge. Mammoth Cave has longer passages. My favorite is Blanchard Springs in Arkansas for shear beauty, variety and pristine condition.

Ideas striving for power tend to attach themselves to ideas that already have power – Musil

 
Then the night at Brinley Lake among the Tamarisk (Salt Cedar) – the scourge of the west. It was introduced as a means of soil conservation and has taken over much of the native habitat where there is water near the surface.

Once the genuinely great, with its usual material poverty and purity of spirit is displaced by the mere label of greatness, all sorts of spurious candidates for the label push their way in – quite understandably – and then you also get the kind of greatness that can be conferred by publicity and business acumen – Musil


Then I headed north across Eastern New Mexico (why would anyone do that – well I have a fondness for the flat land – strange when there are so many mountains so near). So next came Bottomless Lakes

The personal quality of any given creature is precisely that which doesn’t coincide with anything else – Musil

 
And now I am here in Clovis and god do I hate this wind.



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