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The Blue Arroyo
Price, Jonathan Reeve
The Blue Arroyo
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: The Blue Arroyo, 2019, 24" x 24", Aluminum Print, Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.2548, -104.7452
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Exploring the liquid border—the imaginary line drawn down the middle of the Rio Grande as it passes between Texas and Mexico.   (Accompanying poem by author) - I felt nothing when I pulled  the rusty, wrinkled roof  off, tumbled it into  the ravine, onto the burnt car—  Nothing for our time together,  the wet mud, the slipping damp  walls—down they came.  So easy to get rid of a house—  The sun inside my head  led me down the trail, my bundle,  my life in a roll of cloth. I passed the cemetery—nothing—  Our church, a shell, the padre  a disease, the cross nothing. How vacant my village, as I  came out of the forest and slid  down the red sand, onto the two-track road,  no farewell, no sigh, nothing. On I went, my feet finding the road  down, around the curve, past  the cliff that took Maria's life.  Nothing rose out of the morning mist,   just my breath, and deep within my head,   the continuous fire of that one red dot.
Mouth of the Rio Grande
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Mouth of the Rio Grande
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: Mouth of the Rio Grande, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 25.5722, -97.0919
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Until a hurricane comes in, the river cannot reach the Gulf. We can't irrigate sorghum, corn, or wheat. Until the Rio Conchos floods, upstream, and pours good Mexican water in, the border is sand. Waiting for rain, the fish gather in these shallow pools. So close to the open sea, the tiny stream shrivels and stinks. And here at the beach, weeds, hyacinth, and brush take root, making the sand dune impenetrable, a solid dam.
Boquillas del Carmen
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Boquillas del Carmen
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: Boquillas del Carmen, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 29.2089, -102.9195
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Laughing, we drove four hours through eight hundred thousand acres of desert, the Big Bend National Park. Dead-ended at a million-dollar complex, called The Port of Entry. Slid our passports into the scanner, talked with the agent online, got his OK and went down the switchback path to the river. The water was warm; we could have waded. But the man on the folding chair poled his metal boat from Mexico to Texas, so we could cross to the village. We got enchiladas and beer and embroideries showing roosters and javelinas and a cap saying No Wall. We looked South: High cliffs rising up in front of even higher cliffs. They call their mountains the Sierra del Carmen. On the boat ride back, I reached down into the brown flow, and touched mud. We could have walked across.
Cross Canyon
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Cross Canyon
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: Cross Canyon, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 28.9927, -103.1512
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(Accompanying poem by author) - I felt nothing when I pulled the rusty, wrinkled roof off, tumbled it into the ravine, onto the burnt car— Nothing for our time together, the wet mud, the slipping damp walls—down they came. So easy to get rid of a house— The sun inside my head led me down the trail, my bundle, my life in a roll of cloth. I passed the cemetery—nothing— Our church, a shell, the padre a disease, the cross nothing. How vacant my village, as I came out of the forest and slid down the red sand, onto the two-track road, no farewell, no sigh, nothing. On I went, my feet finding the road down, around the curve, past the cliff that took Maria's life, nothing rose out of the morning mist, just my breath, and deep within my head, the continuous flame.
At the Big Bend
Price, Jonathan Reeve
At the Big Bend
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: At the Big Bend, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 29.2237, -103.7490
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Wet and cold we crossed the island to the deeper river, stepped in, and, the guides told us, passed the invisible border, but all we saw was clouds and those cliffs, so tall, steep, and slippery, rocks sliding down, shoving us back down, clambering back up. How hard our first steps into America were, how uncertain. Then heat dried us out. The spiny cactus tore at our arms. When we reached the top of the first mesa, we rested, staring at the endless sharp, dry mounds, the impossible slopes, and the enormous sky.
Big Bend
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Big Bend
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: Big Bend, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 29.2271, -103.7740
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Brothers, you who are alive so long after us, don’t let your hearts go hard when you see our skin eaten away, here on the high cliffs, our bones tugged apart by crows, sand, and wind. If we call on you, do not look down on us, or the brown water that led us on. Forgive us for trespassing, and ask Our Lady to grant to our scattered souls Her path out of this hell.
Tapado Canyon
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Tapado Canyon
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: Tapado Canyon, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), 29.3676, -104.0814
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(Accompanying poem by author) - One hundred yards. Willows. Tall grass. Mud. Our feet sink in. The guide curses us. The water up to my knees. Cold, like the ocean at Veracruz, like the Pepsi I drank on the bus. I tumble into a deep patch. Thank God I can swim! Two men get dragged away. They do not have breath enough to cry out. We shake our clothes. Los estados unidos, muchachos.
El Muerto Arroyo
Price, Jonathan Reeve
El Muerto Arroyo
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: El Muerto Arroyo, 2019,Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.1037, -104.6685
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Death waits on the far side, inevitable as sand. Beauty has no border, knows no boundary, nor frame: Fais ce que voudras. The landscape escapes, the figure flees the ground, and rhyme dies— La vida es un sueño. Black and yellow, the corpse marked the arroyo, without a name or nation. Who is the leaf on the grass?
Tank Traps
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Tank Traps
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Tank Traps, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.2548, -104.7452
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(Accompanying poem by author) - For me, the river is no border. There is no line down the middle, like the maps that the Americanos lay out on our kitchen table, when they come across for tacos and beer, and a soak in the hot spring. But when I swim over to explore, I see these, what one tourist called tank traps. Do they think that the Mexican army is going to bring heavy tanks to get onto the farm road, and attack the starving cattle up on the mesa? Where does this fear come from? A dotted black line on a blue smear.
Approaching the River
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Approaching the River
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Approaching the River, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.2548, -104.7452
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(Accompanying poem by author) - The guide says that the river is right ahead of us. I don't see it. I see willows, grass, rocks, thorns, the path twisting around dead trees, into the swamp and out. The guide says that once we get across, the hills will be easy, and the patrols far off. He says we will get jobs in Chicago. A day's journey, no more.
Arroyo San Carlos
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Arroyo San Carlos
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Arroyo San Carlos, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.3310, -104.7868
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(Accompanying poem by author) - When the rust ate the corn sprouts, we knew it was time to leave. But we did not. When Carina was taken away, screaming, when we found her body stuck on a cross behind the church, oh my little sister, we knew it was time to leave. But we did not. Bleach and gasoline, oh Lady of Guadalupe, sparkling in your upright nicho, you told us it was time to leave. But we did not. The flames came across the field, the smoke familiar, the black line advancing—but when the ground sat there, smoking, the rains washed ash into the hut, and we knew it was time to leave. But we did not. Rebuilding the roof, scraping clear the floor, pulling our two pots out of the burnt pile, our old home, we knew it was time to leave. But we did not. Only then, when the gang drove their 4x4 over my son, did I gather up our rope shoes, and, hand in hand, the four of us, Anna limping, Roderigo, Benicia, and I, we set off down the mountain, and, finding the impossible highway, we started our long walk north.
Sand Creek
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Sand Creek
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Sand Creek, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.6093, -104.9534
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(Accompanying poem by author) - The hills ahead, the swamp around us, this shallow, wide river unrolling past us—no one looking at us from the willow thicket, or the grey cliff beyond—no car, only the late afternoon sun shining like all the pieces of that mirror I broke at the master's house, glittering like birds settling on the rooves of our dear valley, our dead village. We are the ripples, not the flow. At night, we make our way across, not knowing how we will climb out, or crawl up some root, just pressing darkly on.
Mayfield Canyon
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Mayfield Canyon
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
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The Liquid Border: Mayfield Canyon, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.8116, -105.2905
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Through dust, through mud, gravel, stone, and plowed field, over the small stream, rock by rock, I approach. Blessed by the padre, given magic by my cousin, the curandera, holding our Lady firm between my eyes, step by step, I advance. My brother Hunger, my angel Lupe, slowly, day after day, town after town, forward we go, step by step, we press on. Through the dead brush, the spikes of cactus, the sharp-teethed leaves, down the small bank, to the silver river, step by step, we slip in. How cold it is, how strong this fast mud, how soft the sand. We hold hands, like a bridge, and, step by step, we advance.
Goat Canyon
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Goat Canyon
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Goat Canyon, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 30.8116, -105.2905
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(Accompanying poem by author) - Coming out of the dry valley we entered the black hills, steep, rocky, hot, until rain came in from the East, making every step a slip and sand catching at our feet. We drank drops from a cactus spike, breathing the scent of boiled dirt.
Little Box Canyon
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Little Box Canyon
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Little Box Canyon, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 31.7553, -106.4273
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(Accompanying poem by author) - The path led me through dry swamp grass. Willows hid me as I looked up at the mountains, and the clouds whispering of America. In the moonlight, he cannot hear me, trying not to splash, as I feel my way into the dark, the brush, the shadow. As I begin the climb, I am invisible. I escape the pain by going in, leaving my body to walk along on its own. The bruises are not mine, the slices made by the machete. The gangster called me fresh meat. Oh my Lady pull me up, up out of this flesh.
Rio Grande and Río Bravo
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Rio Grande and Río Brav...
2019
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Author
Price, Jonathan Reeve
Full Title
The Liquid Border: Rio Grande and Río Bravo, 2019, Aluminum Print, 24"x24" (61x61cm), Jonathan Reeve Price, 31.4730, -106.4730
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The river comes down from the North, through New Mexico, where we call it the Rio Grande. But as soon as it hits El Paso and turns East, it takes on two names, both in Spanish: Rio Grande, and Río Bravo del Norte. The map shows both. Which name do you use? Depends on where you come from—and which side of the border you live on. Throughout most of the river's run to the Gulf of Mexico, the border is in the middle of the flow, invisible, but real. (Accompanying poem by author) - Hell is a mighty river. What I want, who I am, what I see-- These visions roar past, asking me to let go, to forget my name. Grand or brave, wide or fierce, this river beats against me. Up ahead, in gulps, I see the wire fence, the bridge, the lights of the Dollar Store, the smoke from a refinery. But my arms give way, and the water pulls me down, turns me around. Thrashing, I cannot see the surface, the sunlit city, the green shore.
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