I do not live on the land earning my daily bread in the canyon of cities, another exiled toiler totally dependent on the efforts of others to provide food, shelter, power, all the necessities to continue existence in an alien environment artificially constructed by congregating men for protection, security, most individuals unaware of the fragility of the means of supply. — Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life […]
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Lyla June | Indigenomics
When the dried kernels burst open, like a love that cannot be silenced, they release a special powder that feeds us and teaches how to think. Her love sounds like dried corn cracking beneath the weight of stone, snapping open like prickly pear blossoms in the summertime. She is teaching us without speaking that you only need two stones to feed a nation. For hours the women would grind corn […]
Charles Halsted | Hopi dancers and Navajo medicine
Hopi dancers Since time out of mind, the Hopi tribe maintained their customs, dances, beliefs, later resisted conversions by Catholic priests. Back in summer of ’61, we, the only two whites, stood quiet in the Oraibi plaza with reverent native villagers, to witness the ritual dances of men and boys of the Hopi Nation. For the warm-up dance to disparage the Spanish past, two Hopi men dressed in black robes as priests of conversion. Another played Christ with […]
T J Barnum | Entangled world
Once during winter I talked with a black walnut tree who was cold and sleepy and ordered me to leave him be There was a mouse entangled in a sticky trap she shook, filled with death anxiety a quick finish was all I could give her I helped a neighbor find a lost pig in a field of tall grass and brambles the pig looked up then led the way […]
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