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Were you there my muse? between the stalks was so way out of the corn, but
That night we were welcoming and mysterious. that was never really our
traveling the roads between It was in times like those desire. We wanted to be
the crops? The crops are that we wandered in between lost in it, consumed by the
always the same, soybeans the stalks, closing our infinite flatness of the
and corn, alternating eyes and turning in circles Illinois landscape. We
yearly in fields that to purposely lose ourselves always found our way out
stretch farther than you in the long rows of stalks of it, of course, ambling
can see, a steady cluttered with other back to the car to listen
oscillation between two people’s beer cans and to OK Computer. The car
types of produce. We were cigarette butts. Close in the cemetery by the
always happiest the years your eyes, spin in a circle cornfield next to the
when corn grew behind the until you forget where the church of 13 sides. You
cemetery, when it grew so axis lies, then open them used to be able to drive
tall that it became more again only to find yourself around the church 13 times,
interesting than the place looking at the same scene. at which point you would
we were, when the space The goal was to find our be greeted with some sort
of apparition, but that’s
not possible anymore.
Security cameras and
floodlights and sirens
attached to motion
detectors reduce all
tourists to just one or two
trips around the church
before freaking out about
security and privacy. The
renovations to the church,
made necessary by the lure
of urban legend, made
possible by technology and
Columbine.
creepiness of that white left. Though we were never due to the lack of
cross with her photograph really quite sure of our enthusiasm for off-track
affixed to the telephone navigation abilities, we betting in the car. Though
pole. That night we sped were confident in the we’d traveled those roads
past it, feeling the summer perpendicular geometry of hundreds of times, our
wind in the car and the Midwest, that four navigation failed us,
Radiohead on the stereo. turns in the same direction leaving us in a search for
In the dark of the night, would bring us back to muses, wondering if it was
the lights from the nearby where we started. Driving a lesson in crop circle
airport’s landing strip geography or some kind of
shine with the stars, event that exists in order
outlining the fields and to throw all subsequent
roads with a strange forms of logic into
phosphorescence. All question.
that’s left is us, driving
in a car, our headlights a Could that have been the
part of this mysterious moment in which it all
illumination. We were changed? The point from
going to State Line, a town which adulthood would
between two states that
look like each other. that night though, we were
fairly positive we were
Once we got there we played m o v i n g t o w a r d s h o m e .
in the park, I guess it Instead we came out at
was cool because that town South end, that weird quiet
was always so small and part of town populated by
foreign to us, like we hotels and a jail, the Off-
discovered it ourselves Track Betting facility and
amidst the grain silos and the big church which the
genetically engineered skaters seemed to worship.
cornfields. We sat on the We were at the completely
playground and talked about wrong place, one which we
Real World 5, and then we hadn’t planned on visiting
inevitably careen toward
us, taking in its momentum
the paths through the
landscape that seemed
unequivocally ours? I
can’t drive those roads
anymore without thinking
about that time which could
have been 100%
inconsequential, wondering
when it was that I started
to doubt my own sense of
navigation. Perhaps after
that night, the possibility
entered my mind that I
could be lost and never
know it, that even geometry
can trick you into places
you didn’t want to go.
Proper crop circles -- that fully glimpsed from above. actually traveled back in
is the ones not created by Like the aliens are somehow time, as if the
hoaxers -- are always aware of the way we mediate electromagnetic fields on
growing, the mashed down all experience with which the circles are
wheat somehow bent in such television and satellites constructed somehow bent
a perfect way that no and that the only way we’d space and time so that the
stalks are broken, only really get the point was innocent bystander could
subsumed by the curve of a to build something that was see what the Druids were
circle or the angle of some more amazing when up to. Very rarely do
sort of agroglyph. It is photographed than seen people think that they were
said that the formation of firsthand. Many people who transported to the future.
crop circles only takes a enter crop circles claim
few minutes or so, during that later, when they tried Legitimate crop circles
which a wave of mist or a to leave the circle, they appear all over the world,
cloud of dust seems to were in foreign territory, but mostly in the UK, near
descend on the crops, sometimes occupied by Stonehenge and other
leaving perfectly designed strange figures. In these monuments of the Upper
patterns in its wake. scenarios, it is thought Paleolithic. Some think
These patterns can only be that the individual this is because there are
magnetic forces at work
under the ground or odd
water accumulations that
are best easily understood
through dowsing.
Additionally, there is some
reason to believe that crop
circles may affect brain
wave frequency, altering
the consciousness of the
person in the circle.
Water and the elements of
electricity, conflicting
protagonists usually, are
cited most often as the
source of the circles.
Perhaps the circles are a
sort of subterranean
e l e c t r o c u t i o n ,
reconfiguring wheat into
the shape of shock.
There are clues everywhere -- all around us. But the I discovered Twin Peaks in
puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although sur- the midst of discovering
rounding us, are somehow mistaken for something all of the other
else. And the something else -- the wrong interpreta- intensities of
tion of the clues -- we call our world. Our world is a adolescence. Its sprawling
magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the landscape of metaphysics
happy song of the meadowlark, or the robust flavor of and terror was solace and
a wild strawberry? (Episode 27/2:20) contemplation when the
world more frequently
seemed only to provide the
banal. It was structure
too, hours a day were
required to watch the show
on tape, reviewing subtle
VHS moments and testing out
hypotheses. Twin Peaks was
science and that which is
beyond knowing, an active
With Radiohead providing
the soundtrack to the Twin
Peaks perspective in our
heads, we drove cars
through the flat cornfields
of Illinois. Driving while
the town sleeps quietly,
visiting empty midnight
schoolyards, trying to find
exactly where on the
outskirts of town it is
that the Satanists were
supposed to live, juiced
on coffee and the
intoxicating high of
exploration. It’s hard for
me and my high school chums
to figure out exactly where
most of our time went.
Going back to town for a
visit always involves at
least one night retracing
our tracks, but it’s
different. We seem to find
the best ways to hit all
our destinations in an
efficient manner, reducing
the time of our trip and
our vehicular flanerie.
tension among dichotomies t e m p e s t u o u s lease-
Eventually we resort to new
that wound through the breaking, the confusion and
territories, trying to
spaces of individual lives lingering of a last college
explore what are now only
and a whispering wood. semester. What’s more, as
half-remembered stories of
the albums (beginning with
mysterious places just on
Somehow Radiohead would OK Computer) were released,
the edges of town.
become entangled with my they coalesced into a sort
adolescent experience as of trilogy that started by
well. T h e s e a l b u m s charting an unexplored land
differed from watching the and ended by embracing the
collected video of Twin schizophrenia it provided.
Peaks in that they entered Like Twin Peaks, there are
the world in a rhythm out striking juxtapositions of
of my control, yet this an elusive spirituality
rhythm seemed to mirror my w i t h the confused
life, affirming moments of imagination of a machine
intense transition: high age steeped in metaphor.
school graduation, a
taking off and landing,
Illinois Summer Youth Music the past two days now, my the hunter.”
camp has been going on in television viewing and
Champaign, such that every sleeping has been startled The other morning when I
now and then you’ll hear by children screaming about was walking home from work.
the roar of children lions, spelling out the I saw this group of ISYM
walking to camp out of no word so their competitors kids coming out of the
where. Summer camps of don’t forget who they are. coffee shop. I couldn’t
various missions have been I think about Clamor believe that these young
going on all summer, but magazine’s slogan, “until kids had worked going to
ISYM seems to be different. lions have their the coffee shop into their
I remember in grade school historians, tales of camp schedule, entailing as
and junior high, ISYM hunting will always glorify it did, probably waking up
stickers on instrument at 6 AM. Most of the kids
cases signified that the probably did so just to
owners were part of some have something to do. One
sort of hardcore musical girl though was walking out
elite outside of school. sleepy with a large coffee,
This group of campers seems a ballsy move that I only
to have cheers they sing make when I’m either
on the way from their dorms determined to race through
to their morning and a day or planning on
evening activities. It’s passing out early in the
kind of loud and afternoon. Even then, I
disturbing, not to mention rarely drink the whole
weird when they just bust thing, hopefully the girl
out with “Boom-Chikaboom”
or another favorite from
Camp Drake Boy Scout get-
aways. One of their teams
must be called the lions
or something because for
the emptiest of feelings
didn’t end up with an child music prodigy. & No-Doz intake.
arrhythmia. But then I Unfortunately, she was not
thought that maybe she was I remember my first tastes being Saved By the Bell.
already in some high stakes of caffeine came in the “There’s no time . .
control binge, practicing early years of high school, there’s never any time!”
incessantly at her music, coinciding with Jesse S h e c o u l d n ’ t j u g g l e
trying to be some sort of Spano’s control problems G e o m e t r y , Harvard
applications and Hot vision. I think I was more
Sundaes, a weird girl group enthralled with the
she was forming with Kelly intensity of it, the jolts
and Lisa. In between and surges of energy coming
popping pills and studying from a Mountain Dew on an
theorems, she was wired, empty stomach or a 200 mg
singing “I’m So Excited” pill chased with glasses
in that great frenetic of water. There was
junky way. I wasn’t that something almost purifying
extended: band practice about that ritual, staying
and academics and the up until 3 AM staring at
creation of a zine called pages of chemistry notes
and zine ideas. Caffeine
then kept me perfectly
hydrated, the only drawback
being a ravenous appetite
a few hours after the dose.
I remember I wore baggy
pants and t-shirts wearing
deodorant only -- no
antiperspirant -- because
I liked the feeling of
sweat. Maybe the caffeine
and sweat was all a way to
establish a physical
feeling within the
monotonous school day, to
straddle the pernicious
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1 from Gray’s Anatomy 1 The comic fellow is from “Summer Job” in Optic
Nerve #2 by Adrian Tomine (Drawn & Quarterly
2 from Flinch #14, Vertigo Comics Publications)
The Laurie Anderson quote (in Latin on the Cover) 4 from the liner notes to Amnesiac by Radiohead
comes from Songs and Stories from Moby Dick (1999)
Headline is quoted from “Pull Pulk Revolving Doors”
Cover: Diagram from Crop Circles by Lucy Pringle on Amnesiac.
(1999)
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1 original photograph 1, 3-4 original photograph/work
2 from Rising Stars #1 by J. Michael Straczynski 2 from the Danville Off-Track Betting facility,
located in the Ramada (south side)
3 from Crop Circles: A Beginner’s Guide by Hugh
Manistre (Hodder & Stoughton press), p. 46.
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1 from Jimmy Corrigan: Smartest Kid on Earth by 1 from liner notes to Kid A, Radiohead
Chris Ware, (Pantheon, 2000) 2 screen shot of Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks
3 sculpture located outside of Krannert Art Museum,
2 sculpture located outside of Krannert Art Museum, Champaign, IL. FE (artist’s initials
Champaign, IL. FE (artist’s initials 4 from Rising Stars #4 by J. Michael Straczynski
5 Columbine, AP photo
3-4 original photographs 6 from Astro City #1 by Busiek, Anderson, Ross
5 from The Schwa Sound by Nate Powell, 7205 Geronimo, Headline quoted from “Let Down” on OK Computer,
N Little Rock, AR 72116, soophiebones@hotmail.com Radiohead
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2 from the liner notes to OK Computer, Radiohead 5 screen shot from Twin Peaks