The Geographic North Pole - Laurie Anderson

The summer of 1974 was brutally hot in New York and I kept thinking about how

nice and icy it must be at the North Pole.

And then I though, ў‚¬"Wait a second,

why not go?ў‚¬ќ You know, like in cartoons where they hang going to the North

Pole on their door knobs and they just take off.

So I spent a couple of weeks preparing for the trip, getting a hatchet,

a huge backpack, maps, knives, sleeping bags, lures and a three month supply

of Banic, a versatile high-protein paste that can be made into flat bread,

biscuits or cereal.

Now I had decided to hitch hike and one day I just walked out onto Austin

Street, weighing down seventy pounds of gear, and stuck out my thumb.

ў‚¬Ђќ Going North?

I asked the driver as I struggled into a station wagon.

After I got out of New York, most of the rides were trucks until I reached the

Hudson Bay and began to hitch in small mail planes.

The pilots were usually

guys whoў‚¬"ўd gone to Canada to avoid the draft or else embittered Vietnam

vets who never wanted to go home again.

Either way they always wanted to show

off a few of their stunts.

Weў‚¬"ўd go swooping along the rivers doing loop do

loops and baby ###080 152. And theyў‚¬"ўd drop me off at an airstrip.

ў‚¬"Thereў‚¬"ўll be another plane by here couple of weeks;

see ya;

good luck.

ў‚¬ќ

I never did make it all the way to the geographic pole;

it turned out to be a

restricted area and no one was allowed to fly in or even over it.

I did get within a few miles of the magnetic pole though.

So it wasnў‚¬"ўt

really that disappointing.

I entertained myself in the evenings,

cooking or smoking, and watching the blazing light of the huge Canadian

sunsets as they turned the lake into fire.

Later I lay on by back, looking up at the Northern lights and imagining

thereў‚¬"ўd been a nuclear holocaust and that I was the only human being left

in all of North America and what would I do then.

And then, when these lights went out, I stretched out on the ground,

watching the stars as they turned around and their enormous silent ###080 318.

I finally decided to turn back because of my hatchet.

Iў‚¬"ўd been chopping

some wood and the hatchet flew out of my hand on the upswing.

And I did what

you should never do when this happens: I looked up to see where it had gone and

it came down ў‚¬Ђќ fffooo ў‚¬Ђќ just missing my head and I thought, ў‚¬"My God!

I could be working around here with a hatchet embedded in my skull and Iў‚¬"ўm

ten miles from the airstrip.

And nobody in the whole world knows where I am.

ў‚¬ќ

Daddy Daddy, it was just like you said

Now that the living outnumber the dead

Where I come from itў‚¬"ўs a long thin thread

Across an ocean.

Down a river of red

Now that the living outnumber the dead

Speak my language