NOTE: This section, part five, is unfinished but I’ve not had time recently to work on it.
Continued from Zabriskie Point, Part Four
No War, No Words
They are painting the plane. Mark remarks “they” might not even think it’s a plane but a strange, prehistoric bird spotted over the Mojave Desert with its genitals out.

When Daria says he’s just crazy enough to take it back to LS, he says one doesn’t just borrow a private plane for a joyride and never come back and express your thanks.

On the top of the plane were breasts and the number 1. The screen left side, upon which Daria had been working, we see shows an igniting match. The planes number has been used as a base and altered for a message, N6835R transformed into the phrase, “No war”.

We see Mark writing “Thankx” on the window.

We see a penis on the side of the plane upon which Mark had been working. Lilly 7 has been transformed into Lilly Freecome. The tail of the plane shows a dollar sign and the words “Suck bucks”. The plane’s number has been transformed to read “No words.”


The seating of the plane, from this angle, reminds of the sign showing the passenger seats outside the airport which we’d observed just after Mark had left the market and before getting the idea to steal the plane.

Daria asks Mark if he really thinks he has a chance. He says something about setting it down on the runway and having enough time to make it into the fields. From there he says he has it made, “back in time before they know what’s happening”.
“But why take it back? You could just ditch it here and ride with me to Phoenix. You don’t even have to take the risk of…”
“I wanna take risks. Isn’t she beautiful?” he says, surveying the plane.
We see that Daria’s side of the plane shows a bomb bearing the words “She, he, it”. Grass is painted all around. So, on the plane we have female breasts, a phallus and a dollar sign (along with the words “Suck Bucks”) which actually is much like the caduceus of Mercury, an there is one theory that it may have developed from that, Hermes being the god of not only tricksters, messengers (a psychopomp, guide of the dead) and thieves, but also bankers. Hermes is also the source of the word hermaphrodite in his united form with Aphrodite, Hermaphrodite being their child, which we see in the plane which one supposes represents the balanced masculine and feminine principles. Which takes us back then to the children near the RR crossing who had attacked Daria, and the curious up and down gesture made by one of the boys. That gesture is also a magical one representing “as above, so below”, again balanced properties, and also solve et coagula by which base materials are transmuted into gold via separation and being brought together, reduction to the prima materia, the stage of blackness and chaos followed by whitening, or the albedo, and unification.
It’s to represent this solve et coagula, and “as above, so below” that I think we had at the college the first sighting of a broken window in a lower pane and then in an upper pane, which I noticed but wouldn’t have thought anything about unless there had been, at Ballister, the breaking of the upper pane of the door’s window, which thereafter was shown as the bottom pane having been shattered. And who had broken the pane but the children, one of whom leads the others making the sign of “as above, so below” before rushing upon Daria. This occurring at a place with signs of Olympia (the ethereal home of the gods) but which seems intended to represent a sort of living hell.

The cone of the plane, done by the elder man, has been painted to remind of the black panthers, for it is a version of a panther, but with the pink eyes and mouth it also reminds of Mark’s statement that he had changed colors once but had changed back. The several instances of the sticking out of the tongues during the orgy scene seems also to be found here. The teeth are oddly crooked enough that they could be taken as recalling flames.
Cut to the propeller starting up.

Mark takes off in the plane, Daria waving goodbye.
1110 News
Shot now of three mechanics with a petrol hose standing before a plane at the Bates Aviation field–so, again, we think of the small sign at Ballister with the three firemen carrying the fire hose and other variations on the theme of the hose.
A plane takes off and passes a policeman with a man dressed in a blue striped sweater.
“Did you use the plane very often, sir?”
“Yes.”
The officer asks if it was insured for liability and theft. The man says of course it was. Thought it was a small plane, they don’t come cheap. And his wife loved it. They had it painted her favorite color, pink. Cut to Mark flying the not-quite-pink plane any longer. Then back to the air field and the KRLA 1110 NEWS station wagon. A reporter is asking a mechanic, “So you actually talked with the kid. What did he say?” The mechanic says he asked him if he wanted to go for a ride, acting like it was his plane. “You believed him.” The mechanic says he didn’t. “Then why did you let him go?”
A shot now of Daria driving, listening to the mechanic on the news. He says he didn’t know why he let him go. The reporter asks what he was wearing and the mechanic says he had on a shirt and dark hair and was about 30 or maybe younger, 20, 21. Daria laughs and switches to a station with music. “You Got the Silver” by the Rolling Stones plays.
Tell me honey, what do I do,
when I’m hungry, thirsty too…
Daria takes out an apple and eats it.
Cuts back and forth between Daria driving and Mark flying. She switches to another radio station that is advertising a rodeo with lots of “dusty fun”. More music. “Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.” She passes a pack of free running horses.
Bates Field again. A yellow barrel painted with red lettering, “No oil, please”. A police officer is walking over to a patrol car, gets in. We’re shown a line of patrol cars next to the KRLA wagon. Two photographers stand with a man before a large Marlboro mural showing a man on a bucking bronco. To the left is the large ad of the money floating in the air. Between is a painted sign showing a Continental airplane. One of them is saying the kid has to be out of his head.
The plane flying above the clouds. Daria driving. The control tower reports that the Lilly 7 has just been spotted coming in for a landing from the south. The police and reporters ready themselves. A man on the ground is radioed that he should “see this thing, you wouldn’t believe it.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing’s wrong. It just has all those funny jokes painted all over it.”
A KRLA helicopter cruises by. We see the plane now. Officers watch from their cars. As the plane comes in to land, police cars roar onto the field with sirens blaring. Mark wheels the plane about in a circle. The police fire on the plane. Silence.

The police approach the plane with arms drawn, then holster them. All peer in through the windows at Mark who is slumped over the wheel. One says for them to get ambulance and a tire iron.
There are no bullet holes in the windows. None of the windows is broken. I realize, as they pull in on the windshield, that some of the leafy greenery painted on the windshield are actually, mixed in with the painted ones, real leaves within the plane. And I think this point is a vital point in beginning to come to terms with this film…
Next we see Daria in saguaro cactus desert is outside her car listening to the news. “An apparent hijacking attempt has ended with one youth dead after repeated attempts by police to block the plane. Several shots were fired into the cockpit, by an unidentified police officer, killing the youth immediately.”
The station moves on to a song by John Fahey, “Dance of Death”. Daria sways slowly back and forth to the music. Suddenly she rushes to her car and rides off.
If we find water there, we can certainly find gold
Daria is in Phoenix. Despite Death Valley and Zabriskie Point being about 9 hours away, Daria, who would have left Death Valley in late afternoon, is in Phoenix before sunset which is a physical impossibility. I don’t think this is an error on Antonioni’s part, instead I think it says something of the nature of the story and its characters, that we can’t approach this film, ultimately, as literal, and Antonioni has left us what would seem a large and glaring “continuity error” to inform us of that fact if we are as yet unaware of it.
We view her driving out of a desert road and up the winding driveway to Lee’s desert estate.
The house is Boulderreign which sits on “Balanced Rock across from the Boulders Resort and Golden Door Spa at Black Mountain in Carefree, Arizona outside of Scottsdale/Phoenix.


She exits the car and we hear wind chimes as she walks toward the house. She hears the sound of water lapping and sees an entrance on her right to the pool area.
Cut to several women alongside the pool, one asking, “What was it like anyway?” The source of the splashing Daria had heard is a loose hose splashing aimlessly about in the pool. A phone rings. We hear one of the women stating that, “He is coming right over.” Daria enters the patio and passes unnoticed as one of the women promises to tell them everything that happened the other night. “Very interesting, you know, Nicki said she wasn’t there, but I walked out by the pool…”
She wasn’t there.
In a sense, we have entered the earlier commercial now with these women beside the pool. And we have here another occurrence of the hose/fire hose motif, the loose pool hose flapping wildly about.

Daria leaves the patio and crosses step stones next to a small waterfall. Beginning to cry, she steps into the waterfall, soaking her head, but only one side of her dress.
We see the wind chimes, their tones reminding of the boy plucking at the piano in the desert, a replay of that. Then beyond them, from Daria’s POV, Lee is glimpsed through the windows of the house, and the house appears encased in rock, as if it is part of the scene, the wilderness.


A meeting is taking place inside. Daria has watched in silence, she unable to hear, of course. A servant bringing drinks for the men, as she turns away to leave, the focus brings into focus Daria looking at her reflection in the window.
We now enter the interior and the ongoing meeting.
“Well, Lee, if these are your final conditions I don’t see how I could possibly submit them to our associates. This proposal is just unacceptable.”
“Well, Jack, you know as well as I do that the price of anything is never high or low except in relation to its potential use, right? Well, the only question is, is this land of value to your people or not?”
“Frankly, I don’t think that it is. We don’t want to get in over our heads any more than you people do.”

In the shot above, numerous guns appear to be pointed at Lee.
Daria enters the house but remains clear of the others.
Lee and his associate leave the group of men they’ve been speaking with, passing a small cannon, one of the men behind them saying, “He talks about prospective use and speculation. We shouldn’t pay any more than speculation prices.”

“What do you think, counselor, should we call their bluff?” Lee’s associate asks him.
Lee gestures to his associate for silence, finger to mouth, as they exit onto the balcony.
A woman approaches the pair, distracting the associate. Lee turns and sees Daria in the room behind him. Excited, he enters and greets her, takes her chin and turns her face toward him. Noticing her wet dress he laughs and asks, “What happened to you, did you try to go swimming?” He grasps her shoulders warmly. “Anyway, you arrived. That’s what’s important, isn’t it. Now listen. Go downstairs, change clothes, your room is the first on the right at the bottom of the stairs.” He guides her past a series of blue plates depicting sailing scenes (one reads July 1927). The idea of the house as a ship takes us back to the earlier emphasis on the ads of “Old Charter” bourbon, the couple on the boat with the sun going down behind them, the pilot’s wheel before them, the pilot’s hand on the wheel. That image, too, is now being played out.

Daria descends the stairs, looks up, Lee places a hand on a pilot’s wheel from a boat which is at the height of the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs Daria tries first one door, which is locked, then another. It opens but she closes it without entering. We hear footsteps. A servant woman enters through the door Daria had just tried and found locked. They smile at each other. The servant woman continues up the stairs. Daria flees outside, climbs in her car and rides down the driveway. Still within sight of the house she stops and looks back.
This is a decisive and even traumatic moment for Daria, else she would not flee as she does. I feel we have been returned to the scene in which Daria, as a temp worker, approaches security at Lee’s building and asks to be permitted on the roof to retrieve her book. Another security worker, a woman, had approached to say she’d found an unlocked door and had secured it.

We have a shot of the balcony, empty of people, a National Geographic on a table beside a lit cigarette abandoned in a tray. We see the area where Lee had just greeted Daria. It too is empty. We see the room in which the meeting was being held. It too is empty and eerily silent.

Despite the meeting room appearing empty, we now see the reflections of the men in the lake of the development map in the room. The men who had voiced skepticism, to whom Lee has been trying to sell the project, are speaking.
“Now, we realize it’s got great potential with the arena, the pier, etc., it blends itself with casual living, yet it’s affluent.”
“As a matter of fact, I’m quite enthusiastic about this whole project. But the next thing you know we’ll be finding gold on this property…”
As the man says this we see Lee’s reflection in the black reflecting lake, his fingers moving to his mouth, appearing anxious, concerned.
“…if we find water there, we can certainly find gold.”
“Well, in this country, water is gold.”
“The development of an air strip or roads, the marina development, and the shore areas, would of course be a subsequent fact of the entire project.”
El Dorado.
In silence, the house appears to blow up.

Daria had been facing the house. She looks at the sleep shirt Mark had given her, steps out of the car and walks a couple of steps toward the house. As she stares at it, sound enters and we have many more images of the house blowing up, a mushroom cloud forming over head.
Then, separately, the refrigerator is shown blowing up. Fire consumes the screen. We see the house ablaze.
Then move from the house blowing up to seeing various furnishings, appliances and other things blowing up. The patio furniture. A closet of women’s clothing. A television and chair. Refrigerator again. Meat, vegetables, fruit, cereal. They float so slowly down against the blue background that at times they appear to be in water.
Books blowing up, the music playing underneath, Pink Floyd’s “Come in Number 51, Your Time Is Up”, shifts gears and moves from what had been meditative tones to a near scream.
Cut to Daria smiling. The sun setting now, casting a red glow over the scene she climbs back in her car and drives away. The camera turns to the sun setting behind the mountains.
It is the same setting sun as earlier shown in the Sunny Danes billboard model in the Sunny Dunes miniature terrarium at the office complex, the same setting sun as seen in a bank after Mark departed the bus beside the mortuary benches, the same setting sun as seen in the “Old Charter” alcohol ads of the couple on the boat. Considering that terrarium, the miniature model of Sunny Dunes, much as in “Blow Up” we’ve had the grain of a photo becoming larger and larger and larger, Daria sinking more deeply into the scene, the story evolving, continual replays of motifs, permutations of motifs, until finally…
Blow Up.
Which isn’t literal. Despite Antonioni’s noted hatred of American commercialism, that is not all this finale, this scene is about. It is not Daria, in a pique of rage and grief, imagining the destruction of the house and all it represents. She has already been in the “blow up”. She was standing within it when inside the house. Her looking back upon it from outside is a point of illumination, as with the character of the photographer in “Blow Up”. This “blowing up” is instead her own experience, something she has just been through.
(And, as noted above, I’ve not finished with this last part of my notes and analysis, but I’m busy working on other things and will have to return to this later…)

Zabriskie Point, Part One
Zabriskie Point, Part Two
Zabriskie Point, Part Three
Zabriskie Point, Part Four
Zabriskie Point, Part Five
Continued from part three.
Member U.S. Championship Sleeping Team
Cut to the shadow of a plane roaring over the railroad track. Mark. The train honks and he waves at it.
Daria’s car on the road.
An extreme long shot of the plane flying over the desert. The plane and its shadow intersects with her car, which we realize is stopped, passing directly over it.
Next we see Daria bent before a yellow water tank that reads “Water for radiators only”. As she refills her radiator and closes the hood of the car, gets back in it, the plane turns back in the distance.
She is driving down the road as the plane comes zooming overhead from behind, buzzing her car. “Jesus, what the hell was that? Fuck!”
We see the plane turn back around and again, from the rear, buzz her car leaving only a few feet allowance.
Again, the plane comes around and buzzes her car, only this time from the front. The plane pulls back around and buzzes her again. This time, Daria fascinated and smiling, saying, “What the hell was that?” stops the car and steps out on the side of the road. She throws herself on the ground as the plane buzzes her a fifth time, and she stands and throws desert and after it, irritated.

The next shot, Daria is writing in the sand. The next shot is slightly above the writing and we see a circle with perhaps spokes on the inside and then two F’s. She’s written apparently “Fuck off.”
Up in the plane, Mark takes a red shirt from the back seat and tosses it out the window. It floats to the ground and Daria runs across the sand to retrieve it. She reads the writing on it, Member U.S. Championship Sleeping Team, and then waves it at him, laughing.
The plane departs. Next, Daria is driving down the highway accompanied by music. Coming upon the plane, which has landed, she pulls off the highway where there are two sign boards but no ads, no lettering, no images.

Daria exits her car and approaches Mark, the red shirt in hand. “Thanks for the nightie, but I don’t think I can use it.”
“Wrong color?”
She says perhaps wrong sex and hands the sleep shirt to him. Nearby is a shack out front of which is an old man with a number of paint buckets. Curiously, in this place of no signs at all, it would seem his profession is that of the sign painter.

Mark asks Daria which way she’s headed. When she replies, Phoenix, he asks why, saying there’s nothing there. He tells her he’s having some trouble, and since she’s come along with a car and nowhere to go, maybe she can give him a lift to get some more gas. She asks how far and he tells her the man says maybe 20 miles. Daria agrees to take him.
Refer back to the film’s opening. During the opening credits, the first words heard were “Well, as far as that” as on the screen was shown a shot of Mark under the title “Zabriskie Point”. That voice was not Daria’s, but it connects with this, with Daria asking how far, for they will next end up at Zabriskie Point.
As they approach Daria’s borrowed car she mentions that the radio said someone stole a plane in LA that morning. “Did you really steal that thing? How come?” she asks. Mark tells her he needed to get off the ground.
Death Valley and Ancient Lake Beds
The car coming upon Zabriskie Point, turns off the highway and drives up a winding road to it, past two bright red portalets.
“This is an area of ancient lake beds deposited five to ten million years ago,” Daria reads off a sign. “These beds have been tilted and pushed upward by earth forces and eroded by wind and water. They contain borates and gypsum.” The sign further reads, “The tall yellow pinnacle is Manly Beacon,” but Daria doesn’t read this aloud. “Borates and gypsum?” Mark replies it’s two old prospectors and she laughs. They sit on a wall overlooking the desert. Daria asks how the plants make it in the sand, saying they’re so beautiful. When Mark doesn’t answer she asks him what does he do beside flying airplanes? He says until the day beforehand he drove a fork lift truck at a warehouse.

“Done other things.”
“Been to college?” she asks.
When he says some, she asks him if he left because of grades. He says extracurricular activities, like stealing hardcover books instead of paperback, making phone calls on the chancellor’s stolen credit card number, whistling in class, bringing illegal things onto campus like a (inaudible).” She asks what’s wrong with that and he says, “We did it in the road.”
“Yeah, they finally kicked me out after I broke into the Dean’s office and reprogrammed the computer.” He made all the engineers take art courses.
Mark leaps down to the desert off the wall and Daria jumps down as well, Mark saying, “She’s gonna follow me down.” She asks him to tell her the rest of his criminal record. He says he once changed his color but it didn’t work so he changed back–suggesting he felt as if he had joined the Black Panthers.
She asks, “Did you hear that the Mexican air force is bombing the grass along the border?”
“I wonder what else is going on in the real world,” he replies.
Mark asks if she heard any news about the strike. She says not much, that she prefers music. He replies it’s like they don’t even report it anymore unless two or three hundred people get hurt. “Yeah, some kind of record,” Daria says. “Or a cop,” Mark says.
Daria replies a cop did get killed and some bushes were trampled. “I was trying to find a rock station. I think they said the guy who killed the cop was white.”
Daria’s flippancy, seeming to equate the killing of someone with the trampling of bushes, is jarring. One will notice the subject of an individual having been killed by the cop never comes up.
“Ooo, white man taking up arms with the blacks. Just like ol’ John Brown.”
Daria laughs and wanders away. She asks if he wants to go down by the riverbed. Calling, “See you at the bottom, he runs down the hill to it and at the bottom collapses and doesn’t move. She yells down to him, alarmed, “Hey, whatever you name is, hey, tough guy, are you all right?” He indicates he is. She follows down a less steep grade after going to her car for some marijuana.
She asks him if he wants some smoke and he replies, “You know you’re talking to a guy under discipline.”
“What’s that?”
“A joke, I guess. But this group I was in had rules about smoking. They’re on a reality trip.”
“What a drag. Let’s go find some shade.”
Smoking, she asks him, “What do you mean reality trip? Oh yeah, they can’t imagine things. Were you in with that group? Why didn’t you get out?”
He says he wasn’t really in with them, that he can’t stand their bullshit talk, it bored the hell out of him, but when it gets down to it you have to choose one side or another.
She replies, “There’s a thousand sides, not just heroes and villains.”
He asks what her name is, she tells him, then he tells her the point is if you don’t see them as villains you can’t get rid of them.
“You think if you can get rid of them we’ll have a whole new scene.”
“Why not? Can you think of any other way we can go about it?”
“Who’s we? Your group?” she asks rubbing his chest.
“You and me, babe.”
She laughs. “You and me!” Climbs on top of him. Then stands and looks into the distance. She asks him, “Don’t you feel at home here? It’s peaceful.” He replies that it’s dead.

She says, “OK, it’s dead. So, let’s play a death game. You start at one end of the valley and I’ll start at the other end and we’ll see who can kill the most. We’ll start on lizards and snakes and then move up to mice and rabbits. At the end, we’ll count up how many deaths each of us has, and the winner will get to kill the loser. Did I make a mistake? You don’t want to play that game.”
He says he doesn’t want to play any games at all.
As they walk he remarks it was nice of her to come with a guy who doesn’t turn on. She says she’s pretty tolerant. He asks what she’s doing out there. “Phoenix, was that for real?” Daria replies her boss wants her there for some conference. “You are pretty tolerant,” he says.

She wants him to pretend his thoughts are like plants. What does he see, neat rows or wild things like ferns, weeds, vines? He says he sees a jungle. She says it would be nice if thoughts could be planted in one’s head to get rid of bad memories, like a happy childhood and groovy parents. Only good things.
“Yeah,” he says, “and forget how terrible it really was.”
“That’s the point. Nothing’s terrible.”
“Far out.”
She says sometimes she feels like screaming her head off. He tells her to go ahead as it’s no man’s land, there’s nobody around, nothing.
“But someone will…”
“Who, a ghost, dead pioneer?”
He yells and it echoes. She twirls then yells also but not as loudly. They run up and down playing on the dunes. He turns a somersault.
They rest. “So anyway, so anyway, so anyway,” she says, ought to be one word and the name of a place or a river. The Soanyway River.
He explores an old mine and brings out a mineral he supposes was left by an old prospector. “Borate?” she asks, licking it. She looks at him through it then kisses him. “Is that gypsum?” she asks pointing out a white substance.
“Well, it ain’t table salt.”
They lie down and he asks her if she’d like to go with him. “Where?” Where ever he’s going.
“Are you really asking?”
He rubs her back. “Is that your real answer?” Strokes her hair.
Her hair undone, he says several things to her but we don’t hear what, only whispers. They begin making love as music enters, and undress.

Our first glimpse of another seeming couple is brief and disorienting as they look very much like Mark and Daria, but we only glimpse them less than an instant so don’t get a good look and are only able to tell that they are beige, dust covered, appear to be sleeping or even dead.

The camera returns to Daria and Mark but soon the couples begin to multiply, tumbling playfully down the hills, most dressed in beige tones that blend in with the landscape.



At the end we have a final shot of a scene filled with lovers.
Much is made over the “orgy” but we only see a few breasts, a few bare “rumps”, some kissing, a lot of twining of couples, some of threesomes, almost all dressed. A woman sticks out her tongue in play several times, serpent or cat like. One nude threesome gives the impression of having oral sex while Daria buries her head in Mark’s crotch then comes up for a kiss. Which is when we have the end shot of the desert hills covered with couples, most dressed, as the dust begins to rise in the rear and Daria turns her head to look as if over the scene. If one will notice, there isn’t one instance, I don’t believe of simulated intercourse.

Return to Mark and Daria resting, Daria gazing out over the landscape, pensive.

All that is seen is crumbled earth.
The dust blows over Daria and Mark as well.

The camera pulls back to show a torrent of footprints left in the sand.
“Zabriskie Point” is a beautiful film with some iconic scenes, but it has its problems, which have really begun taking some interference toll here. This scene at Zabriskie Point in some respects is attempting to offer ideas with which “The Passenger” neatly begins. The invisible agent (not thriller political) which works in the background has already been brought up in the meeting at the beginning of “Zabriskie Point”, and is expressed also in “The Passenger” which begins with Locke in the desert seeking contact with an isolated militant group. Being led into the far outback, Lock asks his guide how many people will be there, the guide responding he will be told when he gets there, and we see that the surrounding rocks are shaped to suggest facial profiles gazing on. Abandoned by this guide, after his vehicle becomes stuck in the sand dunes, a despairing Locke eventually makes it back to his motel where he recollects a conversation had with the man whose identity he is to assume. Locke had said he believed the desert to be beautiful, while Robertson said he wasn’t sure about that, instead it seemed to him to be waiting. Locke says he prefers men to landscapes and Robertson tells him, “There are men who live in the desert”, and even as he speaks we see in a window a mask-like face composed of shadows, in the plaster wall. The face isn’t an accidental anthropomorphism, it’s plainly evident when enlarged. The mimes in “Blow Up” functioned too as representations of invisible forces, as does the theatrical group in the desert where it seems the signs that overcame the landscape in the city, which became less dominant in Ballister, are finally absent here. The mimes in “Blow Up” helped introduce ideas of paying attention to “signs”, the seeming randomness of one’s environment, which the prevalent and overpowering signs in the city do here, so I think that by the time we reach the desert, rather than simply reveling in the absence of humanity and commercialism, we are instead intended to be sensitized to seeking out the wordless signs in the landscape and interpret also the actions of Daria and Mark in respect of this. After all, just prior to ending up at Zabriskie Point, where do Daria and Mark meet but at kind of the last outpost of an observable billboard-type sign upon which there is finally nothing, and yet the property apparently belongs to a sign painter who befriends and helps the pair.
El Dorado
Cut to a clear day, no blowing sand. Dressed again, Mark and Daria recline on the sand speaking. Mark tells Daria that he always knew it would be like this. “Love?” she asks. The desert, he replies.
The words are no sooner out of his mouth than a tourist family pulls up in the parking lot with their El Dorado camper pulling a boat.

Through a window covered with garish tourist stickers we view a child eating ice cream.
The parents walk to the edge of the lookout and the husband says someone should build a drive-in up there, that they’d make a mint. The wife asks why doesn’t he do it, and he scoffs. The camera returns to the desert and we have a loud sound of aircraft as the camera finds Mark and Daria climbing a hill. Then we hear a motor revving, the camper taking off as Daria and Mark crest a hill beyond which we see several seeming water tanks.
In one shot, the camper pulling away shows the red portalets behind, and up above this on the hill are Daria and Mark are walking. Hearing another engine, Mark runs into the men’s portalet. Daria starts for the women’s but a police car pulls up before she can enter. She steps over to speak with the officer who asks her if she’s having trouble. She says no, she was just going to the bathroom. He asks where her car is. She says she left it with her driver’s license, bank Americard, social security number, traveler’s checks, birth certificate, “and…uh…”
The officer turns and looks out over the desert. Smiles and shakes his head. We see behind the portalet Mark pulling out his gun, pointing it at the officer, cocking it. The officer returning to his car, Daria sees Mark with the gun and steps between the two, both shielding the officer from Mark and preventing Mark from being perhaps seen by the officer.
“Man, you’re really crazy,” she angrily says, returning to Mark. “Is it loaded?” Mark says no and opens the chamber dumping bullets on the ground. He buries them under the stones with his shoe. “Digging for water?” Daria asks. He tells her he’ll bury it. She asks why he asked her about the strike, was he there? Yes. “The guy who killed the cop…,” she says, then starts, for the first time it occurring to her it might have been Mark. He says, “No, I wanted to but somebody else was there.”
“But they said that…”
“They? Who’s they?” Marks interrupts. Which seems to refer back to Lee Allen driving to the office and saying, “Who’s we?” to an associate who appeared to be speaking about an article on multi-millionaires.
“On the radio.”
“I never got off a shot.”
She stoops and picks up the bullets telling him he’ll need them as he’s going to a have a hard time making them believe him. He says he’s not going to try. She asks why, saying she believes him. He doesn’t answer.
She suggests that they go back to the car, that he should drive out of there, cut his hair and no one would recognize him. “Do I need a hair cut?” No, she says he looks beautiful.
Zabriskie Point was named after Christian Brevoort Zabriskie, who was once a mortician, than later was vice-president of the Pacific Coast Borax Company which mined borax from Death Valley.
Part of the history of Death Valley, preserved in Manly Beacon, is not only the mining but the stranding of a number of Forty-Niners there who were rescued by William L. Manly and John Rogers. Manly and Rogers were among the party, on their way to California when they became lost. Manly and Rogers trekked out on foot than returned hoping to rescue the others, which they managed to do.
I bring up the history because of the arrival of the family towing the El Dorado camper and the boat, El Dorado meaning “gilded one” and referring most frequently to a place of fabled wealth and opportunity, such as the 49ers were seeking with the gold rush. The legend was born of a tale of the chief priest of Muisca who was said to be covered with gold dust during religious festivals in which he would ride to the middle of Lake Guatavita with golden offerings and other jewels which would be dumped overboard in propitious sacrifice to the god.
If one found El Dorado one would find the source of the gold, and if one found the lake in it would be generations of golden offerings for the taking, so it bears mention that a point has been made of Zabriskie Point’s history as a lake area and that Mark and Daria have been frolicking about an ancient lake bed.
Milton wrote in “Paradise Lost”:
…The Tempter set
Our second Adam, in the wilderness;
To show him all Earth’s kingdoms, and their glory.
His eye might there command wherever stood
City of old or modern fame…nor could his eye not ken…
El Dorado. But to nobler sights
Michael from Adam’s eyes the film removed,
Which that false fruit that promised clearer sight
Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see;
And from the well of life three drops instilled.
So deep the power of these ingredients pierced,
Even to the inmost seat of mental sight,
That Adam, now enforced to close his eyes,
Sunk down, and all his spirits became entranced;
But him the gentle Angel by the hand
Soon raised, and his attention thus recalled.
Adam, now ope thine eyes; and first behold
The effects, which thy original crime hath wrought
In some to spring from thee; who never touched
The excepted tree; nor with the snake conspired;
Nor sinned thy sin; yet from that sin derive
Corruption, to bring forth more violent deeds.
The never-land of El Dorado which was shown to Milton’s second Adam, in the wilderness, just prior to a deeper vision instigated by the influence of the instillation of three drops from the well of life.
Speaking of wealth, I don’t know if it’s purely coincidence that Daria means “wealth”, and seems to also mean “sea”, or if Antonioni’s selection of Daria as the girl may have partly had to do with her name.
Haides meant “invisible”, referring not just a place but a deity whose name was also Pluto, “wealthy” for, though he was a death god, a god of the underworld, he ruled over the underworld riches of the earth, its minerals and the fertility of the soil. As Daria and Mark have been roaming Death Valley, all this should possibly be taken into consideration.
Continue to Part Five.
Zabriskie Point, Part One
Zabriskie Point, Part Two
Zabriskie Point, Part Three
Zabriskie Point, Part Four
Zabriskie Point, Part Five
Continued from part two.
What kind of bread do you want
Mark has fled the campus. Open the scene with an extreme close up shot of his face shielded with sunglasses, tinted green with the windows of the bus on which he is riding. Then a medium shot with the same tones flashed with an occasional touch of red from outside the bus. Close up then of Mark, natural tones, the green window behind, the bus driver announcing “Rockway and Curvy (?), end of the line.” As Mark exits, following after a woman in a bright red dress (this bright red color had been swallowed on the bus by the green tint) we see outside the windows a 7 Up sign and Seaside gas. The bus is 5847. Two benches at the bus stop have on their rear advertising for mortuaries. “Dunaway and Douglass, Hawthorne’s Preferred Mortuary” and “McCormick Mortuaries, Inglewood, Hawthorne, Westchester”. The bus pulling away, we see in the background on a truck an older gray car much like the one that Daria is driving. A Standard gas station sign is beyond that.

Mark is observed then walking toward a car sales lot and a Bank of America sign showing a setting sun receding behind hills. This setting sun is nearly identical to the one on which the film will end. We’ve already seen in the Sunny Dunes offices a model for a billboard with what is perhaps the Sunny Dunes logo, a bright red sun setting over high hills or mountains.

He cuts to the right.

We see a curious duplication of a bank billboard on the left, to do with “new checking plans”. Perhaps another Bank of America ad. And beneath it is another billboard with the same 4 figures, a man, older woman, younger woman, older man, but there is no script on this board, only the picture. No words. In the distance is an ad for “Challenge Cottage Cheese” and a sandwich spread.
The camera then shows us to the right the side of a building covered with a 7 Up ad along side one for “Old Charter” bourbon, a man and woman piloting a boat with, again, a red and gold sunset as background.

Rounding the corner to the front of the store, we see a hitchhiker. A mechanic in white overalls exits the store with a bottle or canister of some type in his hand and promptly, intentionally drops it in the street’s gutter as Mark passes, then the mechanic simply walks off. Mark enters the store passing a wall covered with comic books and alcohol. Another 3d ad for perhaps Old Charter bourbon is placed front and center of the camera, dominating the scene, a woman and man on a red sailboat, orange and red hues of the setting sun behind them. Outside had been the Old Charter ad with text. Inside is this other version with Antonioni only showing the image. No words. The boat and water motif that enters continues to the film’s end.
Next to this are blue and white cans of Iris products. The first reads baby kosher pickles with no image, the next can is the Iris brand that shows oranges and a glass of orange juice but no identifying text for what the can contains. Again, we had the ad or brand with text and then no text, no words. Beyond or more cans of Iris products showing both images and id text: orange juice, fruit cocktail, tomato juice. We hear it being asked what kind of bread is wanted.
We then see the shopkeeper behind the counter making sandwiches for two individuals in white mechanics uniforms, one of which has a name on it and the other not. Above them are numerous ads for coke. A giant cigarette spews plastic smoke. “Hero bread,” one of the workers guesses. The other asks for rye with a lot of mayonnaise. Mark squeezes between them to reach the payphone located in a small end nook with yet more coke ads and ads for alcohol, Schmidt’s, Smirnoff, Country Club. As he dials, one of the workers asks, “Why so light on the meat, Bob?” He’s on no diet. Bob says if he wants extra he pays extra. The other replies that they’re paying, don’t sweat it, as the shopkeeper sprays oil on the out of a diner style squeeze bottle with nozzle spout. Antonioni grants a pointed close-up of this mundane motion and I realize that it continues the motif of the fire hose, the garden hose that was spraying water on the camera, the motif enlarged and transferred now to the action of squeezing the oil out of this bottle.
Cut to Mark’s roommate diving to answer the phone. He asks where Mark is and Mark says Hawthorne. The roommate tells Mark he needs to cool it. “Somebody called and said you’re on TV. Was it really you? On the news. He said the guy looked just like you.”
Mark replies, “Morty,” then pauses, looks behind him at the workers, then hangs up.
Next shot, Mark has moved away from the phone, standing beyond the workers. He says he’d like to ask a favor of the shopkeeper, who replies, “Sure, shoot.” And despite his having likely heard the worker being denied more meat unless he paid for it, despite his face now being apparently premium news (or a face that looks like his), despite the fact he might want to keep a low profile, he brings further notice to himself by asking the shopkeeper if he will trust him for the price of a sandwich. The shopkeeper replies no, not that he doesn’t trust him personally, but if he trusted him then he’d have to trust everyone in the whole world.
Exterior. Medium shot of a large wordless ad showing passengers on a plane beside an ad for Best Foods Sandwich Spread. We had briefly seen this ad from inside the store and above the image were the words “Jet Delta to Dallas…Most Non-Stop…” So we know it has script but for all intents and purposes Antonioni has converted it into a wordless sign, just as he had done with the dual ads showing the 4 individuals, one of which had the ad text, the other which didn’t. No words. The camera travels left to a green bush just to the left of the sign and beyond that to the Best Foods Sandwich spread sign, zooms out so we see Mark from behind, gazing at the signs. Switch now to a front view of Mark seated before the Seaside gas station at the foot of a giant fiberglass statue of a muffler man between whose legs is an official smog inspection station sign.

After a moment Mark rises and wanders past the store’s pink front, and this time we see a long necked giraffe in the dark of the doorway, a freestanding ad of some sort. Coming to the corner he looks up and sees an airplane flying above, which passes behind the earlier mentioned dupe of the bank billboard ad. Buried beneath it is a restaurant parking sign which is largely obscured.
Some of these signs were found, some were probably altered slightly. I’ve read an interview in which Antonioni made mention of installing signs next to the airport. We don’t know which he installed but we can bet this was at least one of them.
Much is made of the signs in the film as representing Antonioni’s contempt for American consumer culture but more is involved.
The first sign we see in the film happens to be at the activist meeting, the upside down “Join Us” sign. I was reminded of the signs at the protest march in “Blow Up”, which looked to be only a protest march against nuclear armaments (expressed in only one sign by a mushroom cloud or really “Blow Up”) but more was involved as one of the signs read simply “NO, NO” and another read only, “ON, ON”. One could say it was an accidental reversal but I don’t believe it was. Another of the signs read “Go Away” and it was during a scene in which Mark was being stalked and so was more a commentary on the immediate situation rather than nuclear armaments. Who was being told to go away is another matter. Signs led us through that film, led its protagonist. Signs lead us here as well and comment on the situation in often cryptic ways, foreshadow, and teach us to look beyond the words to the images themselves being signs communicating information.
So, the first sign was the “Join Us” sign at the meeting, which was upside down and an “On Strike” sign beside it. Not part of consumer culture at all. In the next scene, the only observable sign was the one we could only see partially, a man’s jaw (resembling Rod Taylor’s) and the world “Key” below it, which was followed by Rod Taylor appearing and the camera showing this in combination with the security guard’s keys. Then, in the third scene, one could say consumer culture entered with the cow (Federally Inspected Meat), the Farmer John’s pig sign (though no words) followed by the onslaught of signs experienced during Mark’s drive through the city on the way to the picket line.
How does he respond to the signs? Well, he evidently ignores the “Join Us” sign, which is commented on as being bourgeois independence which will get him killed. He ignores a stop sign on the way to the picket line and runs it. When he leaves his house to go down to the strike we see he has ignored a “No Parking” sign.
If one will remember, when Mark had dropped his friend off at the picket line, we had observed a blind man passing a man carrying not a sign but a leafy branch. One could say Mark seems to be as a blind person, not simply a potential revolutionary but one who acts as he does as he simply does not see the signs around him, but I’m not ready to make such an analysis.
Surrounded by expressions and signs of flight, Mark’s about to get an idea.

Red and green car dealer windmills circulate before the camera, the color red furiously predominating as a police siren is heard in the background. A painted family in red shirts stares down expectantly at Mark from the crown of the Statue of Liberty in an ad for “United to New York, Let’s get away from it all.”


Mark follows an incoming plane across the street to a small airport, several smiling black women in a cream colored auto having to screech to a halt as he’s jaywalked out in front of them. He enters the yard of Bates Aviation Inc., passing a child seated on a bike at the gate. Watches a small evidently executive jet arriving which spills out a couple of brown suited businessmen. Out of all the small, private planes, the door is open and unwatched to the “Lilly 7″ which is a pale pinkish-cream color decorated with pink stripes. N6835R.
Perhaps the “7″ of the Lilly 7 is foreshadowed/repeated in the occasional focus on the “Fresh up with 7 Up” ads. Later Mark will be asked why he stole the plane and he will say he needed to get off the ground. And I think, ah, 7 Up. And it’s an amusing little coincidence that Mark’s name is Mark Frechette.
A propeller belonging to either a plane or a boat was an outstanding object in “Blow Up”. It was found in an antique store after the fateful event in the park, the making of the photographs which will later be blown up and up and up to reveal the dead man. Thomas had said he couldn’t live without it but when he attempted to put it in the back seat of his car the owner of the antique store had protested his car wasn’t a delivery van. It was on his way home from this, after a business meeting, that he passes by the protesters, one of whom put the “Go Away” sign in the back seat of his car. The sign had blown out of the back of the car.
A sign in the distance for American Federal shows money blowing up and about in the wind, reminding of the Desert Springs “You Are What You Eat” billboard with the money in the salad bowl before which Daria had briefly parked in the desert in order to look at her map.


Mark climbs in, cuts on the plane and begins rolling off. (I’m not sure but we may be afforded a glimpse of a clock on the extreme left of the plane’s control panel, it reading between 11:55 and 12:00.) A mechanic in a white Bates uniform comes running forward to ask where does he think he’s going. Mark nonchalantly replies he’s just taking a little scenic flight and asks if the man would like to come along. “No thanks,” says the mechanic and returns to his work while Mark taxis down the runway, the flight controllers yelling at him to abort flight. He narrowly avoids a collision with an incoming plane and is as unconcerned as he was when he ran the red stop light.
As he soars into the air, the city becoming smaller and smaller beneath him, he smiles and the spare music track gives us a clip of the Grateful Dead’s “Dark Star”.
Check out the single clover leaf of an interstate over which he soars.

Check it against the highway we were given the earlier aerial of where Daria exited to look at the map, confused as to her location.

The “You are what you eat” salad bowl of money had appeared in conjunction with the partial cloverleaf interchange in Daria’s scene. With Mark, it appears immediately before he takes off from the airport and the similar interchange is shown.
We see next two stadiums (circular and oval) and then another view of the interchange which is shown now as a double cloverleaf.
Beyond is the brown smog of the city suggesting also the desert, as if it is just beyond. And with the next shot we indeed have what at first seems to be Mark soaring over the pale brown-tan of the desert, his path intersecting with Daria’s car below, but instead it simply turns out to be another aerial shot. Daria eats an apple as we hear Pink Floyd’s “Crumbling Land”.
…in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
wheeling, soaring, gliding high.
Something like that
Cut to the office of Sunny Dunes, one of the executives on the phone, standing before an image of Phase II Future Development. Hear being said in a meeting, “Well, I don’t know, are we satisfied with the cost projections in the first phase?”
“Steve can answer that.”
“Ah yes, we’ve funded for two hundred million, set aside 40 against contingencies.”
Called to the phone, Lee says, as he takes it, “Wait a minute, why tie up 40 million dollars for contingencies? What contingencies?”
“We found certain areas where there are differences in the water table. Soil tests have shown density factors that increase…”
Realizing it’s Daria, Lee says he’ll take the call in his office.
Says one of the executives, as Lee exits, to the sole female executive, “Oh, Edie, we can’t make exact estimates until Phase I is 65…”
Cut to Daria looking at a framed picture of a soldier in the jungle in Vietnam, his baby picture and a picture of him in a baseball uniform also stuck in the frame. A clown figure stands alongside on stilts. A black vase with white plastic flowers reads in part, “Lay…This is…the Old…Priv…” Plastic toy miniatures of horses stand beyond. We see another large vase holding plastic flowers, the ceramic of this vase inset with buttons and stones from costume jewelry.
In his office, Lee approaches his desk on which rests a report titled “Alpine”. Picking up the phone he asks Daria what’s up and where is she. She replies she’s in some ghost town and was just calling to say she might be a little late to Phoenix as she’s looking for a little town that sounds something like Glenville or Ballyville “or something like that, something with a ville in it.”
The camera now shows Daria is standing in an old bar, a picture of cattle grazing on the wall.
“You know the desert, does that ring a bell?”
“A ville? A ville? Wait a minute, hold on.” Lee puts her on speaker and goes to an atlas. “A ville. What do you mean, like a Danville?”
“No way, in the desert. Danville’s in Connecticut. Or maybe it’s hill? Something hill.”
“What do you want to go to a town you don’t know the name of for? Have you got somebody to meet?” he inquires with a touch of jealous concern.
“My friend said it’s a fantastic place for meditation.”
“What do you do in a meditation?”
Another view of Daria shows on the opposite wall the picture of a screaming mountain lion.

The lion recalls the momentary flash of the image of a mountain lion in the Sunny Dunes commercial and the slaying of the Black Panther.
Postcards but none of them gives a clue as to where she might be, one of them reading “Colorado” and another showing Saguaro cactus.

“You think about things,” Daria says.
“You think about…Daria, look, give me the number you’re calling from and I’ll try to find out the name of the town and call you back, ok?”
“Oh, no, you’ll probably have a helicopter sent out here to pick me up,” Daria replies as she notices on the wall a small hinged board that reads, “In case of FIRE raise this flap,” three stick firemen below holding a spraying fire hose, one with an axe, which brings to mind the fire hose before which Mark had been standing in the meeting, and the hose in the commercial film.

She raises the flap and laughs when she finds it reads, “Not now, stupid. In case of fire!”
The operator comes on the line asking for 30 cents for the next three minutes. Lee tells Daria to give him the number, hang up, and he’ll call her back and that way he can pay for the call. Instead, Daria replies, “See you in Phoenix,” and hangs up while behind Lee Allen we see through his window down to the street and a “Udrive” sign next to a parking lot.
Taking a drag on his cigarette, Lee turns, exasperated, to look out the window.
Cut to an older man at the bar, dressed in a plaid shirt and cowboy hat, a beer before him, taking a drag on a cigarette. The owner stands behind the counter drawing a beer for Daria. As she sits at the counter before her hamburger, beside the older man, we see a pool room beyond. Daria asks the older man if he knows of a place called Glenville or Ballyville or something like that. He shakes his head no.
The owner says, “Ballister?”
“That’s it.”
A shot of the owner with a red circle haloing his head reminds me of the circlets of radishes in the salad bowl ad. Beside him is a stand of pocket watches.

“Sure do,” he says, “you’re standing in it. You didn’t come here to see one James Patterson, did you?”
“How do you know?”
“You look like the type. Well, you can tell him for me he’s going to be the death of this town. He’s going to ruin a piece of American history.”
“Jimmy?”
The owner leaving the bar area, she follows him to the other side of the wall where there is a lunch counter. A “Frostie” sign is the most conspicuously placed ad among the few observed. As she walks around the lunch counter an old, toothless man wearing an SF cap reaches out and stops her, mumbling, “Do you remember Johnnie Wilson?”
“Johnnie Wilson? No.”
“That’s me. I was middleweight champion of the world in the 1920s.”
“Middleweight champion of the world?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s great.”
“Thank you.”
This isn’t the only reference to the 1920s in the film. There is also one which occurs toward the end of the movie.
The owner steps out of the kitchen, behind the counter, carrying a coffee cup the same color pink as the Lilly 7. “On account of being a do gooder,” he says. “He brought these kids out here from Los Angeles. Said they were sick. Emotionally sick. You know what that means?”
“The Tennessee Waltz” has begun playing in the background.
Daria shrugs.
“Well, if Los Angeles don’t want ‘em, why should we want ‘em?”
The camera cuts to a shot of the yellow wall on which are taped numerous cards, including a paper version of the “In case if fire!”
At that moment something crashes through the window.

The hole is high in the door, but the next shot shows it as low. It is a replay of the broken window at the building on campus, through which the police officer had tossed the tear gas can. In the campus scene we were first shown a broken window from the interior of a building, it being low in the door. Then at the building where the shooting takes place we see a broken window which is high in the door, and it was this through which the gas was thrown. Here instead we see first something crashing through the upper part of the door, then the next shot shows the hole is now in the low part of the door and the area of the initial crash is covered by an ad dangling from the door frame, that ad swinging with the force of the crash.

“Goddamn it!” The owner grabs a bottle from behind the counter and rushes to open the door, passing a small 7 up ad, and exits onto the porch. “Goddamn criminals, coming around here again and I’m s…” His voice trails off as he throws his bottle which breaks in the middle of the street.
This connects with the earlier store with the 7 Up sign, from which emerged a worker in a white uniform who dropped a bottle in a gutter for seemingly no reason as Mark approached.
Dust radiates from the crash of the glass, reminding of the smoke from the tear gas canister.
…when an old friend I happened to see.
I introduced her to my loved one,
and while they were waltzing,
my friend stole my sweetheart from me.
Daria having followed the owner, he says well he guesses she can see for herself, that window cost him 30 bucks. He steps back inside and we get now an exterior shot of the place, “Rumpus Room” and “Market” painted on its front, a fiberglass cow advertising ice cream situated on the roof. Daria’s car, curiously, is the only one outside though there are 4 other customers inside the building.
Mark, hearing that the protesters were to be forced out, had gone down to the college to see for himself, and here Daria is told she can see for herself, at a place called the Rumpus Room, rumpus meaning riot.

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz,
now I know just how much I have lost…
Daria turns and sees through tears in a remnant of brown canvas wrapped around the shell of a crate, eyes peering out at her. They’re five children. As she approaches, one of them pops, with a bang, a plastic bag, and they run off, she calling, “Hey! Listen!”
The plastic bag popping with a bang connects with the earlier gunshots at the strike.
Daria stands beside a white pole reading, “Old Parker Rd.” looking after them, then follows across the street to an overturned gray car under which some children are hiding. Next to this is a boy in a white t-shirt plucking on the strings of a busted piano. The children under the car throw a rubber hose at her as she nears.
We see the auto from the rear, license plate HDJ 506. The interior of the decrepit shell of an auto is a bright red. Daria opens the car door and 7 push out past her.

She yells at them to come back but they yell no and, laughing, continue on. She approaches the boy in the white t-shirt, Olympia lettering on its back, and asks, “Hey kid, where’s Jimmy?” He simply looks at her and mutely returns to plucking at the piano.
Daria crosses a RR crossing and approaches a raised platform to which she’d seen the children run behind, perhaps all that remains of what was once a building.

The stair rails leading up to the platform echo the stair rails observed in the security monitor at the Sandy Dunes building before Daria meets Lee.
Daria climbs onto the platform, as do the children. Soon she is surrounded by a gang of about ten or eleven boys, none of whom is likely over the age of ten. She asks, “Where’s the man who brought you here? Doesn’t he stay with you?”
“Can we have a piece of ass?” one of the boys says.
She laughs, “Are you sure you know what to do with it?”
“Yes.”
One boy communicates with the others by making a fist and drawing it down (this fist connects back to the Black Panther fist in the strike poster), then deliberately, slowly points a finger down then up. In response, the boys attack Daria. She laughs at first, asking what they’re doing, but as they push and pull on her, grabbing at her dress, she flees.
The Tennessee Waltz still plays as she, freaked out, climbs in her car and drives off. The camera closes in on the windows of the Rumpus Room, one painted, “Pool Room” and the red circle of an Olympia beer sign beneath (“On tap, Olympia, It’s the water”) and a “Lucky Draft” sign in the other. Zoom in through the window to the old fellow in the plaid shirt and cowboy hat who she’d first spoken with, he lifting a new beer to his mouth, seemingly oblivious, or deliberately oblivious to anything going on around him. The scene closes with the end of the Tennessee Waltz.
One is likely supposed to feel empathy for and most sympathetic with the Black Panthers and the youth culture, yet here we have children who have been supposedly rescued from Los Angeles by one of Daria’s friends but who seem to have been given no guidance in their new home, virtually abandoned there, and have formed a little gang of tyrants while James Patterson is off perhaps meditating somewhere. This scene is a replay of the protesters, the strike and the shooting. A different place, different circumstances, different individuals, but motifs inconspicuously link events, different cultural and age groups in conflict, no communication had between them, past, present and future in strife.
It is peculiar that Daria has strayed here looking for a town with a name ending of ville or hill, when instead she was seeking Ballister and landed there accidentally, nor would she have known she was there if the bar owner hadn’t intuited it was Ballister she was seeking.
(Note: Thanks to WRomanus for pointing out it was Ballister that Daria lands in. I had misheard and originally had Hallister.)
Via the siting of the pole reading Old Parker Road, and finding it and an intersecting road that crosses a nearby RR, one finds that the scene was shot at approximately 7500 U.S. 95 in Vidal, California.
Continue to Part Four
Zabriskie Point, Part One
Zabriskie Point, Part Two
Zabriskie Point, Part Three
Zabriskie Point, Part Four
Zabriskie Point, Part Five
I’ve been flummoxed by Dreamhost getting weird on me the past week, and trying to deal with that. In the meanwhile, checking over the blogs, trying to figure out why I’m having these PHP spikes, deleting plug-ins, reading many posts on the matter, wondering if I should switch hosts, researching that, the flying dust obscured my vision an I accidentally hit “update” all themes, forgetting I ought not to do that as I would lose my Comicpress customization for this older version. So, now it’s gone. The blog will be looking weird this week because of it. All out of sorts. Nothing is as it should be.

Gecko Exhibit at Fernbank Natural Museum of History
June 2010
Bunches of Geckos at the museum. Finding them in their glass enclosures made for a group activity of strangers assisting one another in their searches. A help, the museum had on the enclosure the number of geckos to be found. Rarely were all to be seen. We may go back another day and try for more pictures. I only came up with a handful of shots. Most like to hide behind foliage or in dark niches. The one here, however, seemed keen to be seen, scampering across the glass to whomever came up for a look.

Gecko Exhibit at Fernbank Natural Museum of History
June 2010














