Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell. Edward Abbey

23 October 2012

Hamba kahle Russell Means

The only possible opening for a statement like this is that I detest writing. The process itself epitomizes the European concept of "legitimate thinking": what is written has an importance that is denied the spoken. My culture, the Lakota culture, has an oral tradition, so I ordinarily reject writing. It is one of the white world's ways of destroying the cultures of non-European peoples, the imposing of an abstraction over the spoken relationship of a people.

This is the opening paragraph of an article "written" by Means in 1980: 

Russell Charles Means (November 10, 1939 – October 22, 2012) was an Oglala Sioux activist for the rights of Native American people and libertarian political activist. He became a prominent member of the American Indian Movement (AIM) after joining the organization in 1968, and helped organize notable events that attracted national and international media coverage. 

09 July 2012

Substitute animals

We used to live immersed in the earth. We used to be part of the corporeal earth, along with the other animals, along with the plants, the rocks the dust. Now we are separate, we make concrete models of them and place them in parking lots in strip malls.

Mute, they watch us buying things we don't need, with money we don't have, driving cars we don't own.

This is a tribute to the substitute animals.

The hunter
The lion watches over us
Ever present
The heart of the lion
Coeur de lion

Humans used to have such a heart. Now the human heart is hardened. It is no longer expansive. It can no longer properly connect the body, mind and soul. The heart is ischaemic, it contracts, it gets blocked.

Humans stuff their heads and hang them on the walls of their bars.

Humans hunt them, eat them, devour them and their homes, their places of refuge. Blasting, extracting, drilling and fracking.

17 April 2012

Searching for my soul

A thousand lifetimes we have wandered this sacred land
Yet apart
From Timbavati to Amatola, I have known you
But still our lives refuse to collide

Each time we meet, I remember you
Yet the universe conspires to keep us separated
Yet apart
From Tulamela to Tsitsikamma, we have walked side by side
But never have we combined

I have followed your footprints in the sand
Just when I get close, rain washes them away
I have heard your footsteps ten paces behind
But when I turn around, you are a hundred years away

You will always know me, remember me
Yet apart
Decades may pass, but when I see you again, I know it will not be the last
Why oh why are we always separated by time, by space?