Juntura

(September 2022. Juntura Hot Spring in eastern Oregon en route to Idaho. Awesome large spring, ended up staying an extra day. On the second day, a bunch of people came through. I was high and sitting in the water, listening to their conversations in sunglasses and hat. I stitched together things they said into a sort of collage poem that I quite like.)

Juntura

Even the smallest goathead can ruin your day
This isn’t meat, what are you saying?
Just happy to be here, Kent!
Painters own these ones and I would pay him for that
To have bought a pot and took new shots
Do a crab whippet and it just disappeared
Such a cool little pot!
A new buoy setup and she said you guys get weeeeird in here
Welcome to the world little man
I had a Tom Cruise buoy and I threw it overboard
That’s a good buoy setup

When I am in the hot spring I am every voice of the hot spring
I can’t help but listen
I represent the species whether I agree or not
Word soup soaking the sounds of this hot pot
Imagine a circle on the map and when you are in it
You’re painted the same color together
Like the fill tool in Microsoft Paint

You all fish together?
Something like that

Johnny will you take a picture of me
There’s a barcode on your back
We’re actually from paradise
You can’t harvest any
You have to harvest it
Good influences show us the water isn’t scary