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Phil Kostov

By September 25th, 2020No Comments

Conquest of Arid America


In Conquest of Arid America, William E. Smythe

wrote poetically about colonizing the desert, 

The Nation reaches its hand into the Desert.

The barred doors of the sleeping empire are

flung wide open to the eager and the willing,

that they may enter in and claim their heritage!

Catrin Gersdorf writes about the1877 Desert Land Act

which sought to replace the masculine landscape with

one that could be feminized and

ready to make the desert bloom.

When God was about to create

the first human being,

then above and below,

all creatures began to tremble.

The spirit drove him west

on a conquest of arid America

for whom godlike whispers turn

demonic between pleasure and terror.

Writing himself onto the landscape,

the hinter edge in the

sand with a finger,

a thorn pulled, a river

tamed, definitive speech

sediment erodes in

uncertain waters.

A sign along the Grand Canyon tells you to

imagine you’re a pioneer on a horse

coming up to the canyon’s rim

gazing into the vastness,

feel the wind in your hair.

Aimless, absorbed by the sky,

the tourist gaze maps and kills,

names and maims, a grid pressed

onto ungriddable strata.



If the waves of the sea could flow in
and cover its barren nakedness,
wrote pioneer William L. Manly,
it would be indeed, a blessing.

For whom, the cheap nature of

holding your finger in the dike long enough for the

flood to recede, horse and driver, tossed, both,

into the sea, the surging waters standing like a wall.

About the dams on the Sacramento and Columbia river,

Floyd Dominy, Commissioner of Reclamation said

There isn’t any way to control the river without

having any tradeoffs, and the salmon,

unfortunately, was one of the tradeoffs.

Asked if it was worth it, he smiled,

I think it’s worth it, yes,

there are substitutes for eating salmon,

they can eat cake.

The face of the hydraulic aristocracy is reflected in

every drop of water that keeps miles of lawn grasses in

perpetually preadolescent botanical castrati.

Who needs fish when you can have

miles of neighbors glaring at each other while

watering a patch of grass in the desert?

Colorado Senator Thomas Patterson called

the federal development of rivers,

a great pacificator, better than a standing army,

because poor people, instead of causing

great social disturbances in great cities,

would go West to seek an irrigated farm.



A nomadic womb floats

in the land of the ‘just as it is’.

Skyskin, cancelled ground,

a Garden of Eden on Wheels,

as if pulled by a desert highway

or sucked forward by creating a

vacuum in front of it,pure speed,

aimless, shedding histories,

triumph of the surface

arid, stretched form, the

brain of time scooped out.

speed as pure object where

all objects appear as they are,

truth in its surface, the smiles

in a gas station, the desert horizon,

an ocean bed in the open air,

It effects without touching like

those pans whose surface gets so dry

that water droplets can’t even touch it.

Break the cities grammars of restraint with

the miracle of the transparency of

all functions in space.

For whom the miracle of easy living

in an unforgiving landscape,

lawns, ice, cubed squash,

mausoleum seats designed to

the anatomy of the womb are

daily re-enacted,

they had to invent the speed

of prototype cars to cope with

the absolute horizontality.



There isn’t a sacrifice I can make that compares

to the eternity of a slow-motion catastrophe

that are the buttes at Monument Valley:

blocks of language rising high, their

pitiless erosion, ancient sedimentations

that owe their depth to wear.

Where meaning and morals are kept alive artificially

all I can do is laugh at the echo of my own erosion

swallowed by the remorseless horizon.

Kazim Ali talks about how

in fermented foods, rotting

takes us to the border of

appetite and death, a

potentially lethal preservation.

Objects project permanence, the body names and hoards
out of a fear of decay, defying decay evades capture,

maybe that’s why Americans say ‘cheese’

when photographed as if preparing an

idealized image for preservation.
An aging book produces poisonous chemicals whose
sweet smells of smoke, hints of almond, pressed
flowers, the sea, masks its annihilative powers,

Not unlike pasture land that masks the desert

in Frank Mackenzie’s painting,

Making the Desert Blossom.

The poem composed in the
act of its own decomposition
places us precariously on the edge
of the annihilative powers of silence.

After a treacherous expedition down the

Colorado River, John Wesley Powell wrote,

The canyon of Lodore was not devoid of scenic interest
even beyond the power of the pen to tell.



The travel guide issued in 1881 by the
Union and Central Pacific Railroads for
passengers bound to San Francisco reads

Board a train of silver palace cars in

the evening and will soon be whirling

away across the Great American Desert.

Fred Harvey, the Civilizer of the West, built luxurious

way-stations and Indian Detours for tourists meant to

simulate an authentic Native American experience by

having actors stage their lifestyle in the desert.

The Fred Harvey Company was sold to Amfac. Inc.

originally known as H. Hackfeld and Company which

was founded by J. C. Pflueger and his brother-in-law,

Heinrich Hackfeld, who later became the business agent for

the Old Sugar Mill of Kōloa, part of the first commercially successful
sugarcane plantation in Hawaiʻi where managers suggesting
Hawaiian’s have shown complete worthlessness as laborers
and described them as being so strongly
rooted in their cultural heritage that

centuries, at least, will intervene ere they will

understand that it is a part of their duty

to serve their masters faithfully.





Phil Kostov currently lives in Chicago. His poems have appeared in Cricket Online Review and Redlightbulbs Press.