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Here is a poem that I thought (along with the rest of the book) spoke in great ways of Native Americans.
INVOCATION Not for the great, not for the marvelous, Not for the barren husbands of the gold Not for the arrowmakers of the soul, Wasted with truth, the star regarding wise; Not even for the few Who would not be the hunter nor the prey, Who stood between the eater and the meat, The wilderness saints, the guiltless, the absolved, Born out of time, the seekers of the balm Where the green grass grows from the broken heart; But for all these, the nameless, numberless Seed of the field, the mortal wood and earth Hewn for the clearing, trampled for the floor, Uprooted and cast upon the stone From Jamestown to Benicia. This is their song, this is their testament, Carved to their likeness, speaking to their tongue And branded with the iron of their star. I say you shall remember them. I say When night has fallen on your loneliness And the deep wood beyond the ruined wall Seems to step forward swiftly with the dusk, You shall remember them. You shall not see Water or wheat or axe-mark on the tree and not remember them. You shall not win without remembering them, For they won every shadow of the moon, All the vast shadows, and you shall not lose Without a dark rememberance of their loss For they lost all and none remembered them. Hear the wind Blow through the buffalo-grass, Blow over wild-grape and brier. This was frontier, and this, And this, your house, was frontier. There were footprints upon the hill And men lied buried under, Tamers of earth and rivers. they died at the end of labor, Forgotten is the name. Now, in full summer, by the Eastern shore Between the seamark and he roads going West, I call two oceans to remember them. I fill the hollow darkness with their names. from the book Western Star by Benet.
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wow... makes us sound like we are gone and forgotten.
sad really... but we are here, we remember who we are and that is the most important part. wa:do
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i agree with painted wolf- native americans are not "extinct" or "dead and gone". how sad and odd that this poem made you think of indigenous americans.
check out the book "children of native america today". it's written for children- but i think much of the world would do well to read it.
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Well , you are not forgotten PW .
And I'm glad that you are not gone . I didn't want to say anything before , but I think that the poem is more about pining over a romantic ideal of what never was . As far as a romantic poem goes , it is a nice poem . Kinda mixed , historicaly and culturally though .
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![]() people need to have some sort of ideal to look up to, for some reason Native Americans have become the template that others project thier hopes and fears onto. Noble Savage, Bloodthirsty Warrior, Indian Princess.... Needless to say this can be very frustrating to deal with. ![]() wa:do
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I agree with you the poem is depressing. It was probably written to make people feel guilty. White settlement really did destroy much of Native civilization in many ways though. Reservations are very limiting geographicly and people can no longer go to many places that were part of everyday life, let alone live in "america" how it was meant. Its absolutly not the same.
Some of the poem kind of reminds me of speaking of how the sumarian civilization was destroyed it also reminds me of that one winter for the Sioux when there was no grass for the horses to eat...I think someone else harvested it for something. It is kind of a weird poem...a good book though and only 1$ on amazon. Most themes are drawn from the invocation.
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The question is: “WHY does THE ALL create Universes?” Last edited by Ramacharaka; 10-12-2006 at 09:14 PM. |
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I don't understand how reservations keep us from living in America "how it was ment".
Reservations allow Nations to maintain cultural identity and self determination. They have problems, ecconomic development issues and so on, but by and large if you ask the Nations they will not want to give up the good things, but work to fix the problems. (just like any other place) as for going to places that are part of everyday life.... times change, we are just as capable of living in cities as in 'the wild'. Just like everyone elce. We are not the Sumarians. wa:do
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No PW , you are not the Sumariens .
But people like to look back to " good old days " , when life was " simpler ". No matter how those " good old days " actually were .... Ramacharaka , the Sioux were a nomadic people . Or somewhat nomadic at least . As such , they didn't put in crops of hay for there horses and often fed them bark in the winter . { too many horses at the winter camp I would guess ** . Such was the reality if the Plains People . It could be a hard , often cold and hungery life . Now I'm not saying that the " white " people didn't cause problems for the Sioux , but it was also the " whites " who brought the horse to N.A. begin with ... Which is a great excample of how life changes . No one today thinks of the " Plains Indian " without thinking of their horses . But they never had horses untill the Europeans came . Look at how quickly , and completely the horse became a part of their lifes , their culture . PW , I had never thought of reservations in the way you explain them . Never really liked the concept as they divide people . But you are correct . They likely did quite a bit to preserve what culture that has survived . A little bit of a silver lining eh ? ![]()
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i'm sure that when the horse was adopted by the Lakota that there were old people complaining about loosing the 'old ways'.
life is change, the important part is how you change and what you keep. wa:do
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I couldn't agree more PW . Life is change . And again you bring up something I had never really thought of , but I assume that you are correct . There are always those who disagree with any change .... { looking back , it kinda makes one smile eh ? **
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