Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.

PHB

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Brooklin, Maine, United States
We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Monday, May 21, 2018

1950 Mercedes Benz 190. Deer Isle, Maine


It was a beautiful May day down on the island. Bare light of spring.






Sunday, May 20, 2018

c.1960 Mercedes Benz 190D. Taos County, NM.

This was on the road coming into Taos from Cimarron, New Mexico. I didn't see a For Sale sign but it sure looked like it.







Saturday, May 19, 2018

Vikings of New Mexico, and Ireland


The Vikings of New Mexico---raw material for the massive ratted trucks turned out by the brilliant  Pacheco Bros. 



Speaking of Vikings, here's a poem by Seamus Heaney that is really about Ireland, and The Troubles...

NORTH
     Seamus Heaney


I returned to a long strand,
the hammered curve of a bay,
and found only the secular
powers of the Atlantic thundering.

I feel the unmagical
invitations of Iceland,
the pathetic colonies
of Greenland, and suddenly

those fabulus raiders,
those lying in Orkney and Dublin
measured against
their long swords rusting,

were ocean-deafened voices
warning me, lifted again
in violence and ephiphany.
The longship's swimming tongue

was buoyant with hindsight--
it said Thor's hammer swung
to geography and trade,
thick-witted couplings and revenges,

the hatreds and behindbacks
of the althing, lies and women
exhaustions nominated peace
memory incubating the spilled blood.

It said, "Lie down
in the word-hoard, burrow
the coil and gleam
of your furrowed brain.

Compose in darkness.
Expect aurora borealis
in the long foray
but no cascade of light.

Keep your eye clear
as the bleb of the icicle,
trust the feel of what nubbed treasure
your hands have known.




Friday, May 18, 2018

1958 Edsel Bermuda wagon

You might say American design hit its nadir with these gewgaw-laden 50s behemoths, but it was kind of a fun nadir, as nadirs go. Caught the wagon at Motorland, in Arundel Maine, where it's for sale.







Thursday, May 17, 2018

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

1966 Ford Ranchero, West Texas

©Rob Hann photograph 2018 "I shot this at dusk on Highway 180, Texas between El Paso and the Guadalupe Mountains."