Carl Carr’s “Adrift in Almeria” is an exhilarating unhinged reality. Starkly dissimilar images are juxtaposed without a clear connection.
If one lives life in the mind, it remains debatable as to where objective reality steps in and takes the lead.
Carr offers his summation in a psychosensual journey that showcases the darkest depths and gets adrenaline coursing through your system. Life in its beautiful ugly microscopically examined and its ability to mobilize desire. A poetic vision desperately entrancing, spine-tingling, and unsettling.
A poem from the book:
adrift in Almeria
Sergio Leone land
riding into town
lone gun
master of all
servant to none
an enduring fantasy that
reality goes out of its way to
confirm
life for Ty is above all a big
show
a vehicle for recounting his
experiences
historical or psychological
through fable and myth
through the show
he sets the stage
he writes the script
he acts the role
enjoys emotions
of anger and aggression
but too many were dying
too many fair females
debauched
too many mothers left crying
things were spiraling out of
no Dunning-Kruger bias
if he can’t stop himself, who
will
he feared he was slowly
becoming the terror that he
opposed
time to pull the plug
turn the page
disappear
begin again
vanishing being the only way
to re-emerge
disgust
contempt
sorrow
grief
must take center stage
repechage
the last ride
giu la testa
Fosse Ardeatine
the Ardeatine caves
a melancholy for the past
a flower dried and thrown
away
silenzio
Morricone score moseys in
quiet in defeat
