Mr. Lee and I made it to Elko Nevada this evening after 12 hours on the road and are spending the night at the Motel 6. It's a nasty place. The sheets are rumpled with hairs on them left from the last occupants or series of occupants. Who knows how many people have slept on them before us? Lovely, eh?
On the upside, I finished reading the Pisan Cantos aloud this afternoon as we drove south through Idaho on Hwy 93. At the same time we were roughly due west of Hailey, Pound's birthplace. Coincidence?
Excerpt from Ezra Pound's "Pisan Cantos," section LXXXI, read by the poet
"What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee"
4 comments:
Sorry you made the trip for--not nothing--not the main event, anyway. At least you all had a sort of preemptive family reunion sort of deal thing.
Motel 6. When they say "leave the light on for ya" they mean, probably don't turn the light off, just to be on the safe side. I'll make a "note to self." Reminds me of the motel in Goodland, Kansas which we stayed at because we had more or less run out of options. Seedy is not the word. I was afraid to walk barefooted on the carpet, and there was a massive, misshapen mold growth on the ceiling the shape of a sprawled body. I felt like I was trapped in a forgotten chapter in a Stephen King novel.
Roy, LOL.
That's why bringing your own bed is always the best option no need for stinky (hairy) hotel beds when you've got Paris!!!!
Kimberlee, indeed. :)
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