Indian Burial Ground
Magical Realism — I looked for a decent definition online, best I came up arrived from The Tate — and that takes me way back in time.
Magical Realism infuses much of the lands that shape my thinking.
“Acts of gods.”
Certainly one way to understand it. There’s an element, while firmly rooted in the realist version of the world, the novelist’s descriptions, certain players are clearly not of this Elam, and sometimes, those actors behave in a manner inconsistent with the laws f nature as we understand it.
The scrub oak and piney woods of old East Texas, the occasional Spanish Moss and cypress? The souther banks of the Colorado River in Austin? The quality of the light in Northern New Mexico, or the warm winters in southern New Mexico, El Paso’s gateway culture? The red rock features throughout the old Phoenix area, and the name, “Phoenix,” redolent in suggestions of rebirth from the ashes?
It’s palpable.
Indian Burial Ground
Two more interstices, in the incipient stages of this career, I was in and around Midland/Odessa a fair bit. The commonly accepted myth was there was an ancient burial spot, and souls would have to return until their destines were served.
As the adjunct point, the original site for Clovis Culture was just up the road in eponymous Clovis, NM. Clovis is only, maybe 200 miles up the road from Midland, and by West Texas standards? That’s nothing.
It all ties together. Another bookstore discovery.
Indian Burial Ground
Indian Burial Ground
Myth and magic meet.
“Nine years his senior, aimless, and unhappy, I was an all-around human fucking fiasco defined by a string of brainless bad decisions that had kept me tied to my past.” Page 50.
Been there, a time or two. See previous.
