http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/9506157/Anglers-delight-as-carp-escape-from-flooded-fishery.html

Insecurity moving to NM from cold to hot

triggered field-based anthropology--observing nature.

Indolence and hot weather fears

reinforce easy rider and

dueling banjo/deliverance prejudice.

Southern culture applies to fish?

I identified with Cutthroat trout in cold, clear mountain streams

but there were monster carp in dismal, warm green drainage ditches.

Through the looking glass:  water interface between worlds.

The hot water places and the cold water places.

What does this look reveal about indolent human life?

Cold is easier transition: past the mirror to pristine--jumping into lake superior.

Hot is awful to contemplate—murky, opaque and shit green,

thick, fetid and fusty—what is in there?

Diving pea soup that has big live animals!

I had a way to cross.  Bread balls from Rainbo Bread loafs:

amazing pure white loaf interior under a cosmetic red-brown featureless crust.

Tasteless in my memory— could a carp smell it?

Squash a whole loaf into a 1 cm ball!

Then push it on a treble hook?

How does the carp sense the bread ball?  Not with those odious eyes!

Rancid, noxious opaque conditions don’t nix all joy.

The carp can still find white, bleached bread.

He can harvest other drop ins below the gaper

mostly without hooks—bugs, bird turds, seeds….

When the hooked loathsome face is dragged to our side

a currish visage stares a dull and bored greeting

and sets tone for life in a grody, torpid world.

Justification for pedantic yankee provincialism?

Or a view into southern civilization?

Water is abundant in Michigan and quite rare and precious in New Mexico, This is a profound realization which colors everything outside especially. It creates desert haters and art colonies. It means that precious water in the desert is often fetid, and it takes getting used to.  You swim in it anyway.