In Search of Noah Purifoy

In search of Noah Purifoy and his desert art outside Joshua Tree National Park in California.

The desert was your gallery
Roadside ditches were your palette
Repurposed mundane into art
A second purpose in your second verse

Li Po is In the Mountains on a Summer Day

Get higher to stay cooler.

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

El Sol

This morn I took the time to watch the sun rise. This was not your regular sunrise – it was purely a Mexican one. In Mexico the sun does not pop over the horizon, but peeks over it. He does not rush into his workday. A peek and then he slowly stretches his rays over the horizon.

Word Salad — Playing William S. Burroughs Naked Lunch

The Naked Lunch Cut Up poem.

All these jewelers standing around the
Diamond in their frock coats

Schizophrenic catatonia...
Instances of automatic obedience