Comments on: A gully in Laurel Canyon http://www.openjournalmontreal.com/a-gully-in-laurel-canyon/ Sun, 15 Aug 2010 19:51:02 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: neil http://www.openjournalmontreal.com/a-gully-in-laurel-canyon/comment-page-1/#comment-584 neil Thu, 09 Feb 2006 15:52:41 +0000 http://open.touchbasic.com/journal/?p=259#comment-584 i was, after going down the wrong anticipatory road, happy to find myself attending to this gully. your comments about being in proximity to others, being privy to hearing their comings and goings, but being out of sight gets at the in-between we all occupy, sometimes neither here nor there. of course you were reading "songlines"...i'm reminded of an accident i heard recounted, somewhere in b.c. on highway 99 to lillooet; a car had flipped and careened into a gully/ravine. the driver, broken but conscious, was amazed at the fact that he could hear cars whizzing by above him. he was stretched to the limit in knowing that "help" was in such close proximity but that he was incapacitated and could do nothing but remain silent, underneath, literally below the visual horizon, hoping for rescue but staring sustained pain in the face. i think a helicopter eventually spotted him through the trees some days later. in the end, one got the sense that he found the experience intensely fascinating, that he'd had this mystical encounter with the potentiality of death in the strangest of way, clinging to life by hearing the vehicular bustle of life above. i was, after going down the wrong anticipatory road, happy to find myself attending to this gully.

your comments about being in proximity to others, being privy to hearing their comings and goings, but being out of sight gets at the in-between we all occupy, sometimes neither here nor there. of course you were reading “songlines”…i’m reminded of an accident i heard recounted, somewhere in b.c. on highway 99 to lillooet; a car had flipped and careened into a gully/ravine. the driver, broken but conscious, was amazed at the fact that he could hear cars whizzing by above him. he was stretched to the limit in knowing that “help” was in such close proximity but that he was incapacitated and could do nothing but remain silent, underneath, literally below the visual horizon, hoping for rescue but staring sustained pain in the face. i think a helicopter eventually spotted him through the trees some days later. in the end, one got the sense that he found the experience intensely fascinating, that he’d had this mystical encounter with the potentiality of death in the strangest of way, clinging to life by hearing the vehicular bustle of life above.

]]> By: risa http://www.openjournalmontreal.com/a-gully-in-laurel-canyon/comment-page-1/#comment-576 risa Wed, 08 Feb 2006 15:19:46 +0000 http://open.touchbasic.com/journal/?p=259#comment-576 sometimes a gully is just a gully. in this case, it's a gully that you find by breaking off away from the trail that fit and fabulous joggers are traversing all the live long day. it's a gully below Mulhulland drive, where the only cars I saw were either fast and modern and expensive, with one well-dressed driver, or dusty trucks full of awesome, smiling Latin American guys going to and from landscaping gigs. of course, the joggers were smily and nice too. i sat in the sun on a rock in the gully and listened to folks clambour by. i could even see them, and they would have seen me if they looked down at the right time, but they didn't. i read the Songlines for a bit, then got back on the trail and climbed to a point like an arrowhead that looked out over the valley and to the mountains beyond and then I turned around and walked back to jess and joe's sweet home. sometimes a gully is just a gully.
in this case, it’s a gully that you find by breaking off away from the trail that fit and fabulous joggers are traversing all the live long day. it’s a gully below Mulhulland drive, where the only cars I saw were either fast and modern and expensive, with one well-dressed driver, or dusty trucks full of awesome, smiling Latin American guys going to and from landscaping gigs. of course, the joggers were smily and nice too.
i sat in the sun on a rock in the gully and listened to folks clambour by. i could even see them, and they would have seen me if they looked down at the right time, but they didn’t. i read the Songlines for a bit, then got back on the trail and climbed to a point like an arrowhead that looked out over the valley and to the mountains beyond and then I turned around and walked back to jess and joe’s sweet home.

]]> By: neil http://www.openjournalmontreal.com/a-gully-in-laurel-canyon/comment-page-1/#comment-574 neil Wed, 08 Feb 2006 06:13:16 +0000 http://open.touchbasic.com/journal/?p=259#comment-574 i was expecting an analysis of the film, with "gully" being postmodern point of entry to darkended filmic discontents...and what do i find? a gully. go mimetic first-order articulations. i was expecting an analysis of the film, with “gully” being postmodern point of entry to darkended filmic discontents…and what do i find? a gully. go mimetic first-order articulations.

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