Riding all night, the bus half empty, toward the interior, among refineries, trellised and turreted illusory cities, the crass, the indispensable wastefulness of oil rigs offshore, of homunculi swigging at the gut of a continent: the trailers, the semis, the vans, the bumper stickers, slogans
in day - glo invoking the name of Jesus, who knows what it means: the air waves, the brand name, the backyard Barbie - doll barbecue, graffiti
in video, the burblings, the dirges: heart like a rock, I said Kathy I'm lost, the scheme is a mess, we've
left Oklahoma, its cattle, sere groves of pecan trees interspersing the horizonless belch and glare, the alluvium of the auto
junkyards, we're
in Kansas now, we've turned off the freeway, we're meandering, as again night falls, among farmsteads, the little towns with the name of a girl on the watertower, the bandstand
in the park at the center, the churches alight from within, perpendicular...
Known for using discarded electronics
in his art, Canogar gathered old TV remotes, CDs, keyboards, calculators, and smashed cell phones from recycling centers and
junkyards to literally shine a light on what society has
left behind
in search for the latest technological item.