First, some history. There are two
the new one on NM 104, and the old one just a few miles down the road.
The old Trementina, formed around 1900, is little more than stone
now. The Depression and World War II enlistments siphoned people from
town, the last occupant leaving in 1955. The remains are on private
but you can see much of them, including the wall around the cemetery,
Now, some thoughts. Trementina is about
It's about edges. Edges scare me because they join two opposite things:
here and there, in and out, up and down. Edges scare me also because it
doesn't seem right that one thing should exist not only in itself but
the incidental result of two things coming into contact. What if you
across the edge from here to there just before the two sides lose
and the edge is gone? What happens to you?
And that's Trementina.
Let me try another way. As I drove
through the new
Trementina, then admired the stone foundations of the old town from the
roadway, I had a strange feeling of being neither in the past nor
the present; yet, at the same time, both. I was on an edge.
is a boundary between its old self and its new, a chance meeting of the
remains of its past and the new buildings of its present, yet it exists
as neither self in its parts and both selves in its aggregate.
the sense I was about to lose my footing there. And I felt that if
I tripped, I would never stop falling. Step one foot over the
line and you might be forever lost.
(Note: If this write-up isn't working
for you --
and I understand that; no hard feelings -- look at the image above
while listening to
Toccata Prima from "Il Secondo Libro di Toccate" and you'll get
the same feeling I'm recklessly trying to impart through words.)
If the world itself had an edge,
be a good place for it. In fact, I'm not sure it isn't there already.
was there, I'm sure -- some slender division between what's safe and
and what...well, isn't. I took special care with my footing as I
pictures of both towns, not wanting to prove myself right. I was
not to step accidentally into the other side, whatever that might be.
I may just be imagining things, of
might be a normal place, no edges, no boundaries, no contour lines that
drop off into infinity.
Someone should put up a guardrail,