Out Standing in a Corn Field Earlier This Fall

About 30 degrees earlier, or nearly three months ago, I drove past this corn field.  Technically, no doubt, I drove past several.  It was possible, however, to pull over and take a look at one — a temporary halt to the rushing drive through Midwestern states.  Where Kerouac seemed to see poetry at night, — as in “Wither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?” — there’s nonetheless something compelling in the vast reaches of sunlit fields that fill the states that he dismissed as “all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it.”

My copy of On the Road is missing, but if one is willing to take a deep breath and risk the accuracy of strangers’ transcriptions, it’s possible to crib some of his wondrous descriptions quoted in online entities.  Like this one:  “Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”   That praise isn’t for the Midwest, though, where what we’ve got are corn fields and soy bean fields.  If these fields are the color of love, it’s a hard love, one worn by time and the elements.

They’re still something to see, in broad daylight …

corn valley

corn fencedcorn and froth and wire

and even in black-and-white …

corn bw

and also with the sun rising …

pinking field OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAsun rise field

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