land’s end…………. 22 May 2008Posted by marisacat in California / Pacific Coast, Inconvenient Voice of the Voter.
San Joaquin Delta.. downloaded years ago, and I neglected to note much other info about the photograph…
A couple of years ago I thought i might try to do something about our cyclical torment, water, rain, lack of rain, diversion of water resources (and subsequent loss of natural populations of fish and shellfish) for sprawl/habitation and farming/ag business…falling water tables, then the fire and devastation, mudslide, landslide, desert winds …. all of this up against the Pacific Ocean, the land pock marked with millions of little trapped bodies of water, home pools. Now one in 200 of those homes in foreclosure, an enforced death of the outer suburbs… and those little bodies of water stagnant, breeding mosquitos, madly, speedily…
But it was too big… I gathered the photos and images.. and let it go. It comes around every year……… right as rain.
UPDATE, 5:07 am Friday….
Wanted to pull up this comment by lucid
Have you guys ever restrung a 36 year old guitar? The strings slide into the saddles on the bridge – and there are so many ridges in the saddles, that you have to pick the ridge – the sweet one – the one that won’t break a string at a show, and the one where the string width is just right. And the nut, well, it’s all worn to shit, and despite the hours you’ve spent adjusting the height of the saddles to accommodate, you’ve still got fret buzz… but because this instrument is so beautiful and plays so well, you stick a piece of paper in the nut to make it play better, despite the fact that it will dampen the sustain on an open chord. And the neck – well hell, some frets on the high E don’t bend as well as you’d like…
It sounds like time for a new guitar. And I have better guitars than that, in every way…
But I don’t have another guitar that feels like that. I don’t have another guitar that is so true.
I know I’m all about the losing of the sentimentality, but there is something converse I’m saying in this.
The blood sweat and tears are not nothing.
The new world is exemplified by the care of a luthier for the instrument that can still feel true 36 years later, or more.
The new world is exemplified by people who see history not as the past, but as the idea that 40 years from now, something they did will inspire someone to do something else.
And it will be something just or beautiful.
It could be sitting in a redwood like Julia Butterfly Hill, or picketing Fort Benning like Father Berrigan. It could be discovering the cure to cancer in the face of a medical establishment bound to silence you, or it could be a song that brings one individual, at one moment in their life, to a place too beautiful for words.
And whenever I string that guitar, with the care, the concentration, the love, I think of that possibility. I think of the ‘new world’, a world I hope I could maybe inspire 40 years down the road from some song I play on my newly strung 36 year old guitar.
From land’s end…………., 2008/05/23 at 1:28 AM
[Tulare County Sequoia grove, Sequoia National Park]