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10 Jul

It was sitting on my shelf. I don’t remember why I picked it up again. The Surrounded by D’Arcy McNickle. If someone asked me what it was about, I’d probably say something like….

“a Native American caught between assimilation city life and return to the traditional ways.”

But that would be just to fill dead space because other than the title and the author I don’t remember much or I remember nothing, not even the author. I looked at the cover as I wrote the name down. But some pages are curled (those little triangles) to mark an important point and there are underlines in pencil so I musta read it.

The book’s binding is loose so when I opened it, I turned to the biggest opening. I turned to page 107. My eyes jumped to the middle of the page and

“……Do people change overnight? Have you ever known boy, man, or woman to get up one morning and from then on be a new person?”

“But who has done that?”

“Well, isn’t it that way with Archilde? Suddenly he is interested in music, he works for me, he is willing to study. How is it? He wasn’t that way before.”


mug shots

3 Jul

carving people presidents into Mt Rushmore’s side
I think it was sacred land for the Oglala Sioux.
i might have the wrong tribe and all that,
but I think they called the mountain “four elders.”
They saw some semblance of their elder’s faces in the way the mountain was,
as is….
I guess that was the key…
mountain as is…
no need to carve it up.

the reset button

24 Jun

i sit and watch a self destructive thought enter my head space and have no rocket launchers to make it disappear; even words don’t help; only the wind-ruach-breath-inhale in through my nostrils and exhale out my nostrils does function me yes i feel better.

on endangered languages, but the good news is…..

6 Jun

I read somewhere about a strange surge in dialects, strange since languages are apparently going extinct.

I have a theory.

As more and more people grow their own weed and tomatoes and maybe keep a goat grazing in the backyard, eat local organic produce and what not, they value what’s around them, the quickie marts and evergreen trees, taxi drivers and homeless people, local bars and well, dialects stay strong, new ones emerge.

Maybe I could get a 20,000 dollar grant from the local university to do some research on this topic. I could quit my job and visit and meet all these local gems, absorb them, become my own guinea pig experiment and get paid doing it.

i might buy a bird feeder

5 Jun

America’s funniest home videos had a segment on humans and birds a few weeks ago, mostly birds attacking humans. Apparently, there are 50 birds per person. I figure since population has grown so exponentially as of late, there must have been 100 or maybe even 200 birds per person not too long ago and yet, birds as killers never really came to be. For the most part, the birds don’t kill us except in that Hitchcock movie.

fur coat

2 Dec

there are no more leaves on trees.
fluffy days are gone.
branches scrape the sky like finger nails across heaven


26 Nov

I heard the other day that apes have begun to make tools and that spiders were bigger than ever last year. Good thing they haven’t joined forces yet.

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