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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