Friday, January 2, 2009 - Charlie's Transmission, Carlsbad NM
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Leaving the Wash, Devil's Hall trail, Guadalupe Mountains National Park, January 1, 2009
Arrangements were made and by days end LD had been dragged the 60 miles from the Guadalupe Mountains National Park visitors center parking lot to the Charlie's Transmission parking lot in Carlsbad where she and I sit awaiting Charlie's ministrations on Monday.
Night camp
Parking lot - Charlie's Transmission, Carlsbad NM
Waiting
I remember walking in art galleries, through the nineteenth century: the obsession they had then with harems. Dozens of paintings of harems, fat women lolling on divans,turbans on their heads, or velvet caps, being fanned with peacock tails, a eunich in the background standing guard. Studies of sedentary flesh, painted by men who'd never been there. These pictures were supposed to be erotic, and I thought they were, at the time; but I see now what they were really about. They were paintings about suspended animation; about waiting, about objects not in use. They were paintings about boredom.
The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood