an excerpt from an essay
The channel at right surrounding—disappearing into—the spine of
the book is the gutter. In the unlikely event of a water landing and
your book being submerged, water would collect in the gutter. The
pages would soak through and fall apart given time. The glue would
dissolve. The stitching would rot like a long-submerged body in a river
or a lake. By this point either you would have survived or you’d be
falling apart. The binding would then fall into its component pieces,
ruining the illusion of the artifact’s wholeness you’re holding. What
is in your hands is just paper, collected, printed on. What you are
holding is just ideas and language—the usual interlocking systems of
signs—printed on paper. It is not engineered to channel or hold water,
but it can do so in a pinch.
the book is the gutter. In the unlikely event of a water landing and
your book being submerged, water would collect in the gutter. The
pages would soak through and fall apart given time. The glue would
dissolve. The stitching would rot like a long-submerged body in a river
or a lake. By this point either you would have survived or you’d be
falling apart. The binding would then fall into its component pieces,
ruining the illusion of the artifact’s wholeness you’re holding. What
is in your hands is just paper, collected, printed on. What you are
holding is just ideas and language—the usual interlocking systems of
signs—printed on paper. It is not engineered to channel or hold water,
but it can do so in a pinch.
The Rillito River does not channel water through semi-arid Tucson
much of the year. It once did, and like many modern things—like
the trains in Upper Michigan, my homeland; like Western Union’s
telegram service; like the pinching of my childhood cheek by tottering
relatives; like the streetcars in Grand Rapids, Michigan, or most other
American cities; like the increasingly anachronistic telephone cables
strung all along our highways into the second-largest engineering
project after the interstate system; like the blood through the bodies
of our forebears, our betters, our mothers, our fathers, now dead; like
the language recognition centers in my brain that fail now to bring the
words I want to mind or tongue at awkward moments; like the awesome
chugging rhetorical power of the periodic sentence that cannot
go on forever even as it aspires to—the river channels water no longer,
not year-round. But the channel’s there, isn’t it, plain as a wide June
day, scrubbed clean in many parts and bristling with brush and trash
in others, hundreds of feet across at points, hemmed in mostly
by concrete culverts, effectively separating the city from the ritzier
homes and restaurants that populate the foothills. It separates via
space and threat of sudden flood surge, a reminder of the force of
water when it’s here, a reminder of the force we deploy in trying to
contain it, a reminder of the risk we take in ignoring it.
much of the year. It once did, and like many modern things—like
the trains in Upper Michigan, my homeland; like Western Union’s
telegram service; like the pinching of my childhood cheek by tottering
relatives; like the streetcars in Grand Rapids, Michigan, or most other
American cities; like the increasingly anachronistic telephone cables
strung all along our highways into the second-largest engineering
project after the interstate system; like the blood through the bodies
of our forebears, our betters, our mothers, our fathers, now dead; like
the language recognition centers in my brain that fail now to bring the
words I want to mind or tongue at awkward moments; like the awesome
chugging rhetorical power of the periodic sentence that cannot
go on forever even as it aspires to—the river channels water no longer,
not year-round. But the channel’s there, isn’t it, plain as a wide June
day, scrubbed clean in many parts and bristling with brush and trash
in others, hundreds of feet across at points, hemmed in mostly
by concrete culverts, effectively separating the city from the ritzier
homes and restaurants that populate the foothills. It separates via
space and threat of sudden flood surge, a reminder of the force of
water when it’s here, a reminder of the force we deploy in trying to
contain it, a reminder of the risk we take in ignoring it.
This year natural disasters have been everywhere, it seems. As I write
this, “Tornadoes kill 6 in Oklahoma, Kansas” (CNN ), and we’re less
than a week past the devastating tornado in Joplin, Missouri, not to
mention the more obvious man-aided nuclear disasters occurring
after the epic tsunami in Japan, the tornado system that removed both
of the places I lived in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, from the map a couple
weeks back, then the crazy freeze this winter in Tucson that killed
much of the saguaros though they won’t keel over for some years, their
death delayed, and then the massive floods in New Orleans, again, the
Red River in North Dakota, the eruption of Grimsvotn, the Icelandic
volcano whose ash cloud drift threatens to scuttle my summer travel.
My mother-in-law is freaked out about the end of the world prediction
that didn’t come to pass a couple weeks ago on May 21st, 2011, not
to mention the Mayan apocalypse predicted for next year, just to name
a few anxious highlights. I mean to say that the world’s tribulations are
present like weather in my mind, this month, going into the Tucson
monsoon season.
And when the water’s here in the monsoon months of July and August,
it’s everywhere: like nothing in the north except maybe a blizzard
surge or avalanche. The Rillito runs high when it storms, meeting and
joining the Santa Cruz and moving on north, bringing what benefits
water brings to the arid bits of West that it reaches less and less each
year. It is therefore possible to execute a water landing in Tucson at
least a dozen mostly monsoon days a year.
it’s everywhere: like nothing in the north except maybe a blizzard
surge or avalanche. The Rillito runs high when it storms, meeting and
joining the Santa Cruz and moving on north, bringing what benefits
water brings to the arid bits of West that it reaches less and less each
year. It is therefore possible to execute a water landing in Tucson at
least a dozen mostly monsoon days a year.
I have recently started running much of the year myself. I do not run
high like the river or cheerful, smelly Arizona stoners. I don’t know
what drives my spur to run: a fight against my own personal beltway
westward expansion, perhaps. A connection to a fitter vision, finer
version of myself. A bit of personal engineering: clawing some control
away from age and the natural tendency of the body.
high like the river or cheerful, smelly Arizona stoners. I don’t know
what drives my spur to run: a fight against my own personal beltway
westward expansion, perhaps. A connection to a fitter vision, finer
version of myself. A bit of personal engineering: clawing some control
away from age and the natural tendency of the body.
What else runs: my car (though not my old, sold, or crashed cars); my
computer; my animals when playful or fearful; machines; programmed
processes in machines; my nose in the dry air of the desert; coyotes,
rabbits, dogs, humans, lizards, and rare javelina through the wash in
the mornings when I run and spark their chase or flight; the blood
through the veins; the thoughts through the brain late at night when
they should be shutting down into easy, ecstatic dreams.
computer; my animals when playful or fearful; machines; programmed
processes in machines; my nose in the dry air of the desert; coyotes,
rabbits, dogs, humans, lizards, and rare javelina through the wash in
the mornings when I run and spark their chase or flight; the blood
through the veins; the thoughts through the brain late at night when
they should be shutting down into easy, ecstatic dreams.
Any individual one of the brain’s channels—axon, neuron, dendrite—is
idle much of the time, though not to say empty or dry, exactly. After injury
or catastrophic change the channels reconfigure, find new ways to get the
signal through the network. (As aficionados of weird brain injuries know,
sometimes they don’t redirect so successfully.) Perhaps like desert denizens
they lay where it’s cool and await the occasional electrical impulse, at
which point they are signaled, woken and singing, alive.
idle much of the time, though not to say empty or dry, exactly. After injury
or catastrophic change the channels reconfigure, find new ways to get the
signal through the network. (As aficionados of weird brain injuries know,
sometimes they don’t redirect so successfully.) Perhaps like desert denizens
they lay where it’s cool and await the occasional electrical impulse, at
which point they are signaled, woken and singing, alive.
Trivia: The script for the movie musical Singing in the Rain (1952) was
only written after the songs were already in place.
only written after the songs were already in place.
The writers had to engineer a plot into which they could channel the
songs. I imagine most musical theatre is built this way—songs first,
plot second, with some backfill as necessary. One structure is built to
accommodate—contain—control—another. That might account for
the odd plots of Gilbert & Sullivan, for instance.
songs. I imagine most musical theatre is built this way—songs first,
plot second, with some backfill as necessary. One structure is built to
accommodate—contain—control—another. That might account for
the odd plots of Gilbert & Sullivan, for instance.
Back in Michigan, I’m seventeen and dancing jigs poorly as a sailor in
H.M.S. Pinafore, Gilbert & Sullivan’s sea-set piece of musical theater
as it rains outside again: you can hear it on the roof. In Michigan
water’s abundance is an apparently incontrovertible fact. What is
Michigan if not a wet state, a water state? Bordered by four of the five
great lakes, Michigan’s vision of itself as a vacationland is no less dependent
on water than are the cities of the arid west. Fishing, boating,
beaches, tourism, even skiing, hunting, and snowmobile riding—these
are all built on water. Everything is lush, green, bushy, buggy, muggy,
prickled, itchy, and wet except when the state is blanketed by the
yearly onslaught of snow (still water, we’re reminded, when our frozen
boots melt on return in the house). Michigan is all coast, two peninsulas
separated and defined by water, settled by water, driven by water,
separated from Canada by water.
H.M.S. Pinafore, Gilbert & Sullivan’s sea-set piece of musical theater
as it rains outside again: you can hear it on the roof. In Michigan
water’s abundance is an apparently incontrovertible fact. What is
Michigan if not a wet state, a water state? Bordered by four of the five
great lakes, Michigan’s vision of itself as a vacationland is no less dependent
on water than are the cities of the arid west. Fishing, boating,
beaches, tourism, even skiing, hunting, and snowmobile riding—these
are all built on water. Everything is lush, green, bushy, buggy, muggy,
prickled, itchy, and wet except when the state is blanketed by the
yearly onslaught of snow (still water, we’re reminded, when our frozen
boots melt on return in the house). Michigan is all coast, two peninsulas
separated and defined by water, settled by water, driven by water,
separated from Canada by water.
It’s fair to say that my life is suspended between two poles—the wet
or snowbound landscapes of Michigan that still shape the way I think
and dream and write, and the hazy desert loneliness of Arizona, where
I now live and work.
or snowbound landscapes of Michigan that still shape the way I think
and dream and write, and the hazy desert loneliness of Arizona, where
I now live and work.
Alternating landscapes like this, if done quickly enough, produces a
double image, a composite of the two, product of both forms, that
compresses and elides the space between them.
double image, a composite of the two, product of both forms, that
compresses and elides the space between them.
So which defines the river, we ask: the double image on each side, the
channel itself, or the water that flows through it?
channel itself, or the water that flows through it?
And is it navigable?
In 2008 the Santa Cruz River (that the Pantano and Rillito feed
into) was ruled “navigable” by the Environmental Protection Agency,
thus making it eligible for protection under the federal Clean Water
Act. This followed the Army Corps of Engineers’ second-guessing
of their own ruling of “navigable” the previous May, which was then
withdrawn, in effect punting to the EPA. “Navigable” is a tricky word,
especially for the 90-95% of Arizona rivers that are dry for at least
part of the year. Calling a river “navigable” means more roadblocks for
developers wanting to build along the river. Calling a river “navigable”
enshrines it, embodies it as a river deserving administrative, environmental
protections. Calling a river “navigable” only if it runs yearround
brands a western river with the mark of the midwest or the east.
These notions don’t really apply here.
into) was ruled “navigable” by the Environmental Protection Agency,
thus making it eligible for protection under the federal Clean Water
Act. This followed the Army Corps of Engineers’ second-guessing
of their own ruling of “navigable” the previous May, which was then
withdrawn, in effect punting to the EPA. “Navigable” is a tricky word,
especially for the 90-95% of Arizona rivers that are dry for at least
part of the year. Calling a river “navigable” means more roadblocks for
developers wanting to build along the river. Calling a river “navigable”
enshrines it, embodies it as a river deserving administrative, environmental
protections. Calling a river “navigable” only if it runs yearround
brands a western river with the mark of the midwest or the east.
These notions don’t really apply here.
This are not idle lines of thought. A great deal of money and development
and, on the flipside, conservation effort depends on how we want
to parse the definition of river.
and, on the flipside, conservation effort depends on how we want
to parse the definition of river.
Definitions change over time. They’re flexible, descriptive, liquid. Perhaps
they’re geographical too; they shift and mutate as we do.
they’re geographical too; they shift and mutate as we do.
Some constraints aren’t mutated or formed over time, but designed. For
instance, the pagebreak is a designed absence, as is the gutterspace. I don’t
think about inhabiting it often, unlike margins, which lend themselves to
annotation, to notes on the marginal, aside from the text. Margins are for
our fingers, so we don’t obscure type with our Dorito-stained hands, so
our designed page can have a neat boundary in which it is contained.
instance, the pagebreak is a designed absence, as is the gutterspace. I don’t
think about inhabiting it often, unlike margins, which lend themselves to
annotation, to notes on the marginal, aside from the text. Margins are for
our fingers, so we don’t obscure type with our Dorito-stained hands, so
our designed page can have a neat boundary in which it is contained.
The whitespace makes the text an island. Perhaps to conserve the
imaginative, associative space around a text, principles of classical
typography eschew using this space except as caesura.
You’re not allowed to build in the caesura, the preserve that cordons
off (and protects (and contains (perhaps like parentheses))) whatever
we define as the Rillito River.
off (and protects (and contains (perhaps like parentheses))) whatever
we define as the Rillito River.
But as with any apparent absence, this preserve is soon inhabited.
In nights and mornings wildlife fills this absent river, moving silently
through the city. Admittedly, much of that wildlife is now rare or missing,
not seen for decades. The following long list of species hasn’t been
seen in the Pantano Wash since the dates in parentheses: Northern
Goshawk (1999), Arizona Giant Skipper (1988), Poling’s Giant Skipper
(1967), Gila Longfin Dace (2004), Baird’s Sparrow (2003), Felder’s
Orange Tip (1992), Sabino Canyon Damselfly (1988), Giant Spotted
Whiptail (2005), Western Burrowing Owl (2004), Northern Gray
Hawk (1994), Common Black-Hawk (1977), Arizona Metalmark
(1993), Mexican Long-Tongued Bat (2005), Western Yellow-Billed
Cuckoo (2002), Pale Townsend’s Big-eared Bat (1986), Arizona Ridge-
Nosed Rattlesnake (1999), Northern Buff-breasted Flycatcher (2000),
Greater Western Bonneted Bat (2005), American Peregrine Falcon
(2005), Gila Chub (2004), Cactus Ferruginous Pygmy-Owl (1999),
Sonoran Desert Tortoise (2004), Western Black Kingsnake (2002),
Western Red Bat (2005), Lesser Long-Nosed Bat (2004), Obsolete
Viceroy Butterfly (1966), California Leaf-Nosed Bat (1986), Arizona
Myotis (1992), Cave Myotis (2001), Pocketed Free-tailed Bat (2005),
Big Free-Tailed Bat (2003), Texas Horned Lizard (1995), Gila Topminnow
(2004), Chiricahua Leopard Frog (2005), Lowland Leopard
Frog (2005), Yellow-nosed Cotton Rat (2003), Mexican Spotted Owl
(2004), and the Northern Mexican Gartersnake (2003).
through the city. Admittedly, much of that wildlife is now rare or missing,
not seen for decades. The following long list of species hasn’t been
seen in the Pantano Wash since the dates in parentheses: Northern
Goshawk (1999), Arizona Giant Skipper (1988), Poling’s Giant Skipper
(1967), Gila Longfin Dace (2004), Baird’s Sparrow (2003), Felder’s
Orange Tip (1992), Sabino Canyon Damselfly (1988), Giant Spotted
Whiptail (2005), Western Burrowing Owl (2004), Northern Gray
Hawk (1994), Common Black-Hawk (1977), Arizona Metalmark
(1993), Mexican Long-Tongued Bat (2005), Western Yellow-Billed
Cuckoo (2002), Pale Townsend’s Big-eared Bat (1986), Arizona Ridge-
Nosed Rattlesnake (1999), Northern Buff-breasted Flycatcher (2000),
Greater Western Bonneted Bat (2005), American Peregrine Falcon
(2005), Gila Chub (2004), Cactus Ferruginous Pygmy-Owl (1999),
Sonoran Desert Tortoise (2004), Western Black Kingsnake (2002),
Western Red Bat (2005), Lesser Long-Nosed Bat (2004), Obsolete
Viceroy Butterfly (1966), California Leaf-Nosed Bat (1986), Arizona
Myotis (1992), Cave Myotis (2001), Pocketed Free-tailed Bat (2005),
Big Free-Tailed Bat (2003), Texas Horned Lizard (1995), Gila Topminnow
(2004), Chiricahua Leopard Frog (2005), Lowland Leopard
Frog (2005), Yellow-nosed Cotton Rat (2003), Mexican Spotted Owl
(2004), and the Northern Mexican Gartersnake (2003).
Is this list of absence an absence
A pause
or a presence?
or a permanence?
It’s hard not to be aware
of the absence once you see its extent, once you remember what was here before.
It’s hard not to be aware
it when reading. How often do you think oh, the gutter, okay, this
to right, top to bottom in the western world, jump across the gutter in
it when reading. How often do you think oh, the gutter, okay, this
to right, top to bottom in the western world, jump across the gutter in
of the absence of text through the gutter, though our brains forget
page is done, so what do I do next? How often do you think yes, left
the center of the spread and onto the next block?
page is done, so what do I do next? How often do you think yes, left
the center of the spread and onto the next block?
We learn that prose, like water, flows to accommodate whatever space
it’s given. The brain’s pathways accommodate this understanding. The
designer knows there is a visceral pleasure in reflowing prose blocks
in page design software like InDesign because she sets up channels
and adjusts the text box, watches the fluid dynamics work their magic.
Today she is an engineer. Today she is a small, beautiful god.
it’s given. The brain’s pathways accommodate this understanding. The
designer knows there is a visceral pleasure in reflowing prose blocks
in page design software like InDesign because she sets up channels
and adjusts the text box, watches the fluid dynamics work their magic.
Today she is an engineer. Today she is a small, beautiful god.
Her gutter separates the verso from recto, west from the east, our
space from another’s, sunset from sunrise, the foothills from the city
of Tucson, St. Louis from East St. Louis, the west side from the east
side of Grand Rapids, Michigan; Iowa from Illinois; Missouri from
Illinois; liquid from solid from vapor; the cold from the not; the haves
from the nots; the darker-skinned from the lighter; Midwesterners
from Southerners; this list could go on as long as our culture. Rivers
are easy geographical borders, a shared feature, not part of what it
divides. Even when dry, those borders remain. The split between two
contiguous spaces remains. The brain sees a line.
space from another’s, sunset from sunrise, the foothills from the city
of Tucson, St. Louis from East St. Louis, the west side from the east
side of Grand Rapids, Michigan; Iowa from Illinois; Missouri from
Illinois; liquid from solid from vapor; the cold from the not; the haves
from the nots; the darker-skinned from the lighter; Midwesterners
from Southerners; this list could go on as long as our culture. Rivers
are easy geographical borders, a shared feature, not part of what it
divides. Even when dry, those borders remain. The split between two
contiguous spaces remains. The brain sees a line.
Flash Card 1: the path of greatest depth along a river channel is called
the thalweg.
the thalweg.
Flash Card 2: “The sinuosity of a channel is defined as the ratio between
the thalweg length and the down-valley distance” (Arizona Dept of Water Resources
Design Manual for Engineering Analysis of Fluvial Systems, 1985).
Keep this in mind for the quiz; we’ll see what knowledge your spongebrain
retains.
retains.
So even if the riverbed isn’t filled year-round, the thalweg is the most
likely part to have water, whether runoff from precipitation on the
mountains or from sudden storm.
likely part to have water, whether runoff from precipitation on the
mountains or from sudden storm.
The thalweg of an essay is where the deepest and most indelible
remaining thought resides when the rest evaporates or is washed or
erased or edited away.
remaining thought resides when the rest evaporates or is washed or
erased or edited away.
For the runner the thalweg is likely slow going, the softest sand in the
deepest channel.
deepest channel.
And anyone that knows anything about rivers knows that left to themselves,
rivers will often (if not always) meander
rivers will often (if not always) meander
in a series of sharp, snakelike, alliterative s-curves through the earth as
the force of a turn eats further away at the bank; this increases until
it’s unsupportable, and it detaches into an oxbow
the force of a turn eats further away at the bank; this increases until
it’s unsupportable, and it detaches into an oxbow
or swings back over to another curve. Or we think that’s how it works.
In an essay, “Meander,” that appeared in the very first issue of the journal
Creative Nonfiction, itself named for the recent American term to offer
some form to contain the formless, Mary Paumier Jones suggests that, like
the river, ocean currents also meander, as does the jetstream. That flow
itself seems to be best modeled not as straight but as swerve, at least under
certain conditions. That the river’s natural swerving is not
In an essay, “Meander,” that appeared in the very first issue of the journal
Creative Nonfiction, itself named for the recent American term to offer
some form to contain the formless, Mary Paumier Jones suggests that, like
the river, ocean currents also meander, as does the jetstream. That flow
itself seems to be best modeled not as straight but as swerve, at least under
certain conditions. That the river’s natural swerving is not
dissimilar to the way that the brain cortex is bent and looped, folded
up on itself so as to fit more brain in a small space. And that the
essay—best simulation of the brain on the page we’ve got—its natural
motion, like the river’s, is meander.
up on itself so as to fit more brain in a small space. And that the
essay—best simulation of the brain on the page we’ve got—its natural
motion, like the river’s, is meander.
The selection that appears in this chapbook is excerpted from a much longer
essay of the same title that appeared in the journal Passages North and in the
2012 catalogue for the exhibit, Parallel Play: Interdisciplinary Responses to a
Dry River.
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essay of the same title that appeared in the journal Passages North and in the
2012 catalogue for the exhibit, Parallel Play: Interdisciplinary Responses to a
Dry River.
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Parallel Play is funded by the Confluencenter for Creative Inquiry at the
University of Arizona.
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