Back in the days when I was painting, titling a piece upon its completion was sometimes the hardest part. Hence the reason a number of Dada's works had the same name: "Untitled"
But this morning's little photo collage seems to easily suggest a number of titles.
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Dada:
I'm reading a book that I thought you'd find interesting: John LeCarré's Absolute Friends. Check it out if you haven't already read it.
I'm sure you've been to Columbus, NM, so your photo here reminded me of Pancho Villa in Columbus. And, now we have a Pancho Villa State Park from the very same arroyas the Villa troops gathered for their attack on the town. The train depot museum is pretty interesting and not in the least modern.
Have a great weekend.
eprof2: Thanks for the LeCarré recommendation. I shall check it out (right after posting this comment at that!)
I confess--one of the places I haven't visited in NM is Columbus. Have wanted to for a number of years. Obviously you've been.
Interesting, in the mail today I rec'd two postcards from an old HS chum. He's in France visiting the beaches of the D-Day invasion. And I dream of visiting Columbus one day!
A couple of months ago while on the barricades downtown during the weekly peace demonstration (I only occasionally attend), I was visiting with some tremendously dedicated people just back from Columbus (Palomas actually) where they had done some outreach work, but I listened with envy as they told of their experiences and described what they had seen in those border cities. To add to the attraction, they were also telling me of the off-the-grid community by some very societal fringe types outside Columbus.
Since then there have been several "assassinations"...(drugs I suppose) as the victims were speeding from Palomas, trying to make it across the border to Columbus. I don't know if you heard anything about those, but they sounded quite 'exciting'.
I appreciate your comment here. Afterwards I dropped by your blog. Boy, can I relate to your last entry there. The insanity that drives me to rant endlessly is rapidly losing its ability to inspire me. Mostly because it's so overwhelming.
But you've reminded me I haven't wrapped up my blogs of our two night trip to Socorro, NM. Perhaps that would be a nice break from the tiresome routine of bitching.
One more thing. One afternoon this week, a teacher friend of my wife's came by for a couple of hours. I've always found her very interesting for she was raised in really out-of-the-way places in NM as her dad worked for the railroad for a time and then in the mines around Silver City.
But I have this joke with her: that she has no history. That's because some of the places she lived in growing up have vanished or fallen into extreme decay. Places like Hachita or Duran. I love hearing her talk about her life growing up in places like that. I learned one of the houses she resided in in Duran is now just a chimney standing against the elements in a losing battle.
Good morning:
This last post about your wife's friend having no place left to call her home was very meloncholoy (sp?) and reminded me of when I first became an adult orphan (both of my parents passed on years apart). I was struck by the idea that there isn't a parent around anymore to run problems, issues, needs, et cetera by them for guidance. The same must be true for your wife's friend who can't go home because there is no home there.
I would miss your posts if you were to give up your blog. I hope you won't give it up as your insights and rants are probably read by more people than you realize but don't respond (is it really the CIA that's driving them away? ;-) ) And, I especially like your travel posts to places most of us will never get to unless we leave the beaten path. So, keep up the good work and because we're all paranoid it still just might be true that someone is watching us -- :-).
Enjoy your trip to Columbus and Palomas one of these days. It'll be worth your time.
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