Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath took a road trip across America. I was delighted by the sensuous horror show in Ted’s vision of the Badlands of North Dakota:
“… A landscape
Staked out in the sun and left to die.
The Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
Long ago dead of the sun. Loose teeth, bone
Coming through crust, bristles.
Or a smashed industrial complex
Of perpetual sacrifice, of canyons
Long ago disembowelled.
When Aztec and Inca went on South
They left the sun waiting,
Starved for worship, raging for attention,
Now gone sullenly mad.
As it sank it stared at our car.”
source: Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes