January 14, 2019


Landscapes/Mindscapes:  Brief Reflection on Utah, 2009-05-01



Wasatch, snow-blessed mountains, remote for remaining on retinas in the South



You remember everything until the forgetting begins in 2019.



Remoteness is not about geography.



 A retarded peacock knows the West is not the South, especially if the West demands to have snow three days before the end of April, the cruelest month according to. Eliot. 



But Eliot got it wrong.

Christ is not a tiger nor is John the Baptist a polar bear.



The mountains are gray-white and purple and lovely at 7:12 a.m. when you have your daily aesthetic experience.

Fresh.

 The air is fresh , very remote and very  distinct  from the  smell of life in New Orleans.

 

This is Utah, much younger and much cleaner than Louisiana.

Vision is not insulted by jazz-drunk aliens gawking at the Superdome of Saints.



This is Utah, the property of Ute people.

First-people property.



This is Utah, indigenous property stolen by Mormons  and Semitic-wasted tribes.



 The Chinese ink-wash of Utah mountains is

compensation for the ruins of New Orleans after or before the Storm of Storms.



Thank God, memory prevails in the eye's mind.





Jerry W. Ward, Jr.     January 14, 2019


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