I dont know what to name for my text here (Baton Rouge photo)

What is the Mississippi near Idaho or West Yellowstone, the most distant and obscure corner of Wyoming? It is there that the headwaters of the Missouri, modest as a stream, begin. A trunk split by elemental lightning in the corners of the states, descending into a tireless time in the river's meanders—I am in time (I think), I am my own time, as Heidegger understood; there is a temporal transparency coinciding with the transparency of consciousness: the consciousness of time. Where am I to ask for strength?? Trunks and dense forest on the banks, denser than the Hudson—illuminated by the northern light as I proceed, but I've never been to Cascade; the chemical plants and power plants along the banks. Then Williston, North Dakota, and the winter snows. The eighteenth-century maxim about comparative cost advantages and the division of labor applied on a global scale to profit maximization—David Ricardo. Rationalization of time – uniformity – quality control – centralization and market domination. Sioux City, in a gray dawn, a council of caravan leaders explaining the elimination of a large portion of the multinational's operational managers and their prompt replacement by a control system rigidly directed by the headquarters in New York. A highly centralized holding company, then... – Time is the opaque limit of ordinary consciousness (I said); an unattainable opacity in a total transparency – all our acts presupposing a pre-ontological understanding of time. Thematizing time as an object of intuition (Bergson), we are something fallen into ordinary time seeking to expand it through the Nothingness of consciousness – if we turn to time, through its ordinary consciousness, to hold it, it pulverizes into a punctform present, into that which is no longer and which is not yet (...) – I concluded. The Missouri flowed enormously into the waters of the Mississippi in St. Louis, carrying the trunk on its Odyssey from the wilds of Montana to the nights on the banks of Cairo, Greenville, and Matchez. Algiers - Louisiana (where I have now begun to read Goethe's Dichtung und Wahrheit in German; a spare Marat and excerpts from St. Simon on the Regency. It will be seen later that Eliot differs from Válery in his belief that poetry must have "meaning," but we will look in vain for expressions like "state of consciousness" to reduce the mode of being to the "for-itself"; facticity as a reflection of the in-itself upon the for-itself, transiting the surface of the for-itself like a fickle ghost of the in-itself. Philosophy has its place in poetry, but only as something we "see" there among other things the poet confronts us with. Miles to the west: Baton Rouge, where some supernatural phenomenon created the "bayoux"—through the patient eye of my soul floats the specter of mists, the ghost, the light of night, the shroud of fog that covers the Mississippi. Spirit by spirit, all these bayou-like forms swim through the amphibious, watery night of the mossy palaces in the night's extensive and elaborate manuscript. Conception of poetry as a kind of pure and rare poetic essence, without relation to any of the practical human uses for which only the technique of prose is appropriate.