I’m on my way to Nowhere, OK? And from there I’ll head west to Happy.
It’s an experiment with Hurtle Space Preference in an attempt to find passage to that Last Increment of Zeno, the place that can never quite be reached. As the speed that is appropriate for a human body in motion when it is most in the pocket in relation to gravity and resistance, Hurtle Space Preference is as a good a place as any to start. I’m driving a tentative line to see if by moving just faster than my body’s HSP I can move past myself into a less subjective awareness.
But I know it won’t happen.
I can tell it’s a bad idea.
For one thing, you want to be in the pocket, not turning it inside out.
But moving faster than one’s own HSP is a workable model for another notion: that if you can move on a purposeful line while remaining completely lateral, with vision set at at least a 220 degree FOO (Fan Of Observation), you can make random discoveries in the peripheries that may gain monumental proportions, in direct relationship to their irrelevance to the line being followed. It’s a true paradox: objects and events get larger under indirect observation, as if memory and imagination were themselves the sixth sense. By moving with an attitude just the slightest bit out of its skull, you can peel back that grin and find out, not who’s in there—you’ll continue to fool yourself on that one, but that something in there is in love with almost everything else. It’s the leaning into the line of travel that gives that 220 degree arc its tension, like an arrow that curves the bow but never flies. In other words, two wrongs don’t make a right if you’re trying to draw a square, but three do.
On my way to Nowhere, I’ve gone through Fort Worth to visit friends and see the Frank Stella retrospective at the Modern Art Museum. Stella got wrapped up my mind with the Beatles and Alfred Hitchcock as icons of my youth, so I was really excited to see the retrospective. One of my favorite periods, the Moby-Dick (it can’t possibly be a story) stuff, was installed I’m happy to say with seaworthy perfection. Those first several years of Stella’s work, from ’58 on—the work that made Stella not a household name where I grew up—was likewise well-represented, and is to this day a beautiful endgame in painting.
I stood before one of the great protractors and this is what I overheard:
Person 1: “I always loved geometry.”
Person 2: “I always hated geometry.”
Together, they completed a circle.
Miles later in Cache, OK, I try to visit Quanah Parker’s house behind the trading post/cafe/gas station, but the gate is closed and the gatekeeper has too many burgers to cook. The Star House, as it is called, is falling apart and seems to be stuck in an eddy of not enough funding or time, with reverse currents of control, apathy and resentment keeping things at a stand still. An outsider’s wish: that the Comanche Nation, the owner of the land, and the citizens of the community can come together to restore it in a doable agreement that satisfies everyone.
Quanah Parker’s significance in our history is beyond debate. They should get this done. His grave marker at Fort Sill bears these words: “Resting Here Until Day Breaks And Shadows Fall and Darkness Disappears.” You could say the same for the entire country.
Something I learned on this trip: apparently Clement Greenberg did basic training at Fort Sill in the forties. I don’t know this for a fact. It could have been a dream. I did sleep with a green guitar in a converted garage with a cement floor in Fort Worth. That could have been it. It’s just something on the edges of my awareness.
At the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge and Visitor’s Center, west of Cache, I speak with the clerk behind the counter. I learn that the present address of the Star House isn’t its original location. She says if I wait a few hours until mid-afternoon, I can probably go back to the trading post and see if the tour is happening. But I explain that I’m on my way to Nowhere and need to get down the road. “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she says.
To be continued… .
also by Hills Snyder
- Altered States, Part Two - November 22nd, 2016
- Glasstire Series Debut: Hills Snyder's "Altered States" - October 18th, 2016
- An Interview With Bryson Brooks - February 28th, 2016
- Jesse Amado: "30 Day RX" - June 1st, 2015
- What A Cowboy Can Reveal - April 16th, 2015