(Note: This is the eighth installment in a series of stories published in conjunction with the traveling project ‘Altered States’ which opened November 2016 and is still on the move. For Part One, go here. For Part Two, go here. For Part Three, go here. For Part Four, go here; for Part Five, go here; for Part Six, go here, and for Part Seven, go here.)
“There was nothing … but drawing. Not a drawing at all, but the material out of which drawings are made.”
A small group gathered in Lincoln last August to shoot the breeze about the local iteration of Altered States. This was Part Five, expanded to include Lost Nation, Iowa; Downer, Minnesota; Donnybrook, North Dakota and Funk, Nebraska. Mostly they wanted to talk about the white space in the drawings. And mention was made of the drips, or tears, as I like to consider them.
It’s been five months since the museum opening, five months since Altered States (Part Seven) appeared in Glasstire and the feeling I’m getting is that the project is at a natural interval.
And in this pause it feels worthwhile to note that since this lengthy process began in May of 2016, thoughts and words have flown far and wide, but one conclusion seems to be gathering: the thing most of America has in common is the land itself. Even though we have no common origin story and no unifying contemporary narrative, the basic underlying reality of the land we live on binds all people together, one way or another (as do all the issues surrounding the distribution of access to that land).
And so, in the interval, a chonological reading list to better dig further into how alive it is, this earth: Indigenous knowledge world-wide, Eduard Suess, Vladimir Vernadsky, G.I. Gurdjieff, Teilhard de Chardin, Stewart Brand, Lynn Margulies, James Lovelock, James George, Donna Haraway.
In the early sixties Canadian Hank Snow asked Australian artist Geooff Mack to adapt his song I’ve Been Everywhere to North America. The song has also been altered for relevance to a number of other countries and possesses a bit of a pre-internet globosity. But my favorite version is the one that was recorded in the nineties by Johnny Cash, whom by the way, I’ve asked, at least twice, to teach me how to love America.
Waves of grain
Facts to feign…
Yes, so much of the circle is left unspoken. Opportunity loomed on the horizon and after Montana, my final stop in Wyoming would be Diamondville. From there the yawning spiral of my path lay before me, from Eden to Eureka to Bummerville; from Nothing to Truth or Consequences to El Dorado. To Waterloo, and beyond.
I know the dream is on the wane
Do I need Johnny Cash to teach me how to love America? Not really. It’s actually easy in spite of all the reasons it is sometimes hard to love a national character so very broken and ill defined.
When you break it down to basic experience it’s easy: light, wind, dirt, trees, water, animals. Easy to love. Just today I saw a mare running with her foal on a dirt road. Easy.
But it’s the other stuff, like driving through Arizona on the very day that the radio was all day brilliantly and movingly eulogizing Muhammed Ali and finding that stopping for fast food in the midst of that was about ten times weirder than it would have been any other day.
I know the dream could stand repair
Do I really have to quote Voltaire?
Or on that same weekend, Pulse happened in Orlando, at the time the worst mass shooting in U.S. history.
That I have to say “at the time.”
I know you got your shining sea
I know you think you’re “tis of thee”
I know you got your Francis Scott Key
Take a knee I agree
Anyway, here’s Johnny:
I was totin’ my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi with a high an’ canvas covered load
“If you’re goin’ to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride”
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside
He asked me if I’d seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, “Listen, I’ve traveled every road in this here land”
I’ve been everywhere, man
After Eldorado, I headed toward Menard, on my route back to San Antonio. In the Menard News and Messenger it was noted that Jorge Luis Borges would be in town, to begin writing Don Quixote.
To be continued… (maybe)
Hills Snyder’s ‘Altered States,’ a travelogue and traveling exhibition of drawings from the road, continues: Part Six of the traveling show opens at Wrong Store, Marfa, in early December, 2019 and will continue through January, 2020.