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llovelymoonn · 4 months

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favourite poems of december

a.r. ammons collected poems: 1951-1971: "dunes"

jennifer robertson shrill shirts will always balloon

n. scott momaday in the presence of the sun: stories and poems, 1961-1991: "the delight song of tsoai-talee"

ted berrigan the collected poems of ted berrigan: "bean spasms"

natalie diaz when my brother was an aztec: "abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian rezervation"

greg miller watch: "river"

joanna klink excerpts from a secret prophecy: "terrebonne bay"

dorothy dudley pine river bay

brenda shaughnessy our andromeda: "our andromeda"

frank lima incidents of travel in poetry: "orfeo"

lehua m. taitano one kind of hunger

no'u revilla kino

linda hogan when the body

paul verlaine one hundred and one poems by paul verlaine: a biligual edition: "moonlight" (tr. norman r. shapiro)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "the cypress broke" (tr. fady joudah)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "your night is of lilac"

amir rabiyah prayers for my 17th chromosome: "our dangerous sweetness"

sara nicholson the living method: "the end of television"

charles shields proposal for a exhibition

ginger murchison a scrap of linen, a bone: "river"

tsering wangmo dhompa virtual

anne carson the beauty of the husband: "v. here is my propaganda one one one one oneing on your forehead like droplets of luminous sin"

muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: "the book of the dead"

anne stevenson stone milk: "the enigma"

david tomas martinez love song

robert fitzgerald charles river nocturne

thomas mcgrath the movie at the end of the world: collected poems: "many in the darkness"

linda rodriguez heart's migration: "the amazon river dolphin"

donald revell the glens of cithaeron

sumita chakraborty dear, beloved

angela jackson and all these roads be luminous: "miz rosa rides the bus"

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months

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N Scott Momaday, a Pulitzer prize-winning storyteller, poet, educator and folklorist whose debut novel House Made of Dawn is widely credited as the starting point for contemporary Native American literature, has died. He was 89. Momaday died on Wednesday at his home in Santa Fe, New Mexico, publisher HarperCollins announced. He had been in failing health.

“Scott was an extraordinary person and an extraordinary poet and writer. He was a singular voice in American literature, and it was an honor and a privilege to work with him,” Momaday’s editor, Jennifer Civiletto, said in a statement. “His Kiowa heritage was deeply meaningful to him and he devoted much of his life to celebrating and preserving Native American culture, especially the oral tradition.” House Made of Dawn, published in 1968, tells of a second world war soldier who returns home and struggles to fit back in, a story as old as war itself: in this case, home is a Native community in rural New Mexico. Much of the book was based on Momaday’s childhood in Jemez Pueblo, New Mexico, and on his conflicts between the ways of his ancestors and the risks and possibilities of the outside world.

“I grew up in both worlds and straddle those worlds even now,” Momaday said in a 2019 PBS documentary. “It has made for confusion and a richness in my life.” Like Joseph Heller’s Catch-22, Momaday’s novel was a second world war story that resonated with a generation protesting the Vietnam war. In 1969, Momaday became the first Native American to win the fiction Pulitzer, and his novel helped launch a generation of authors, including Leslie Marmon Silko, James Welch and Louise Erdrich. His other admirers would range from the poet Joy Harjo, the country’s first Native American to be named poet laureate, to the film stars Robert Redford and Jeff Bridges. “He was a kind of literary father for a lot of us,” Harjo told the Associated Press during a telephone interview on Monday. “He showed how potent and powerful language and words were in shaping our very existence.”

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protoslacker · 5 months

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Earth Keeper by N. Scott Momaday When we dance the earth trembles. When our steps fall on the earth we feel the shudder of life beneath us, and the earth feels the beating of our hearts, and we become one with the earth. We shall not sever ourselves from the earth. We must chant our being, and we must dance in time with the rhythms of the earth. We must keep the earth.

N. Scott Momaday, excerpt from Earth Keeper: Reflections on the American Land. in an extrodinary editon of Emergence Magazine, "Shifiting Landscapes."

It has always been a radical act to share stories during dark times. They are regenerative spaces of creation and renewal. As we experience a loss of sacred connection to the earth, we share stories that explore the timeless connections between ecology, culture, and spirituality.

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zielenna · 4 months

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Houses are like sentinels in the plain, old keepers of the weather watch. There, in a very little while, wood takes on the appearance of great age. All colors wear soon away in the wind and rain, and then the wood is burned gray and the grain appears and the nails turn red with rust. The windowpanes are black and opaque; you imagine there is nothing within, and indeed there are many ghosts, bones given up to the land. They stand here and there against the sky, and you approach them for a longer time than you expect. They belong in the distance; it is their domain.

N. Scott Momaday, The Way to Rainy Mountain (1969)

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abellinthecupboard · 1 year

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The Gourd Dancer: 1. The Omen

Another season centers on this place. Like Memory the blood congeals in it; Like memory the sun recedes in time Into the hazy, southern distances. A vagrant heat hangs on the dark river, And shadows turn like smoke. An owl ascends Among the branches, clattering, remote Within its motion, intricate with age.

— N. Scott Momaday (1934–)

When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through: A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry (2020)

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akaratna · 3 months

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When we dance the earth trembles. When our steps fall on the earth we feel the shudder of life beneath us, and the earth feels the beating of our hearts, and we become one with the earth. We shall not sever ourselves from the earth. We must chant our being, and we must dance in time with the rhythms of the earth. We must keep the earth.

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Last Wednesday, Kiowa poet, author, scholar, and artist N. Scott Momaday passed away at the age of eighty-nine. Recognized for bringing contemporary Native American experiences into the mainstream through his writing, and as a steward of oral and sacred traditions, he published nineteen works of poetry, fiction, memoir, and more—each an evocation of language, identity, heritage, and landscape. “I’ve written several books, but to me they are all part of the same story,” he wrote. “And I like to repeat myself, if you will, from book to book, in the way that Faulkner did—in an even more obvious way, perhaps. My purpose is to carry on what was begun a long time ago; there’s no end to it that I see.”

He won a Pulitzer Prize for his 1969 book, House Made of Dawn, marking a key moment for the celebration of Native American literature in the US. In it, he wrote, “We haven’t done a very good job in protecting our planet. We have failed to recognize the spiritual life of the earth.” Emergence continues to be influenced by his deep reverence for the Earth and sense of responsibility in drawing others toward recognition of the Earth as a spiritual being. Touching the essential relationship that exists between people and land, his writing summons us to remember we are all keepers of the Earth.

via Emergence Magazine

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dewitty1 · 3 months

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https://apnews.com/article/native-writer-scott-momaday-dead-1b6690dfa0bb11eda12f3c219cee77e8

N. Scott Momaday, a Pulitzer Prize-winning storyteller, poet, educator and folklorist whose debut novel "House Made of Dawn" is widely credited as the starting point for contemporary Native American literature, has died. He was 89.

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spoke9 · 6 months

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The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee | N. Scott Momaday

–Kiowa poet I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest star I am the cold of dawn I am the roaring of the rain I am the glitter on the crust of the…

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alightinthelantern · 8 months

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book reviews: The Death of Sitting Bear (N. Scott Momaday)

The book begins with this poem:

Bequest

Oh, my holy and unholy thoughts Will lie scattered on these pages. They will do to make a modest book, Not something for the ages, But leavings for a lonely child, perhaps, Or for an old man dreaming.

Which is a good way to sum up the book in its entirety. The poems are modest, okay poems with a few good ones thrown in here and there, but nothing spectacular, and none that are very good either. He's at his best when he talks about Native American subjects, but there's little of that in the book despite the title, and most are little nothings about everyday life spoken in very plain, unadorned language. Not a very poetic poetry book in my opinion. Perhaps N. Scott Momaday has better books out there, I don't know. This the first book of his I've read, and I don't recommend it.

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davidaolson · 1 year

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Daddy peyote is the vegetal representation of the Sun.~N. Scott Momaday I am as much intrigued by the imagery of Peyote, a plant, a representative of the Sun, a shining star gifting warmth, light, and direction, as I am curious if a personal dance with Peyote would warm my hardening heart such that love could finally grow wild and unfettered by granting me the inner light my dark soul needs to…

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nathanabhaltersmith-shelf · 2 years

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months

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Earth and Moon from Beyond: What do the Earth and Moon look like from beyond the Moon? Although frequently photographed together, the familiar duo was captured with this unusual perspective in late 2022 by the robotic Orion spacecraft of NASA's Artemis I mission as it looped around Earth's most massive satellite and looked back toward its home world. Since our Earth is about four times the diameter of the Moon, the satellite’s seemingly large size was caused by the capsule being closer to the smaller body. Artemis II, the next launch in NASA’s Artemis series, is currently scheduled to take people around the Moon in 2025, while Artemis III is planned to return humans to lunar surface in late 2026. Last week, JAXA's robotic SLIM spacecraft, launched from Japan, landed on the Moon and released two hopping rovers. Image Credit: NASA, Artemis I; Processing: Andy Saunders

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“When we dance the earth trembles. When our steps fall on the earth we feel the shudder of life beneath us, and the earth feels the beating of our hearts, and we become one with the earth. We shall not sever ourselves from the earth. We must chant our being, and we must dance in time with the rhythms of the earth. We must keep the earth.” ― N. Scott Momaday, Earth Keeper: Reflections on the American Land

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“You are the dark shape I find On nights of the spilling moon, Pale in the pool of heaven.

— N. Scott Momaday, from “Revenant” The Death of Sitting Bear: New and Selected Poems (HarperCollins, 2020)” ― N. Scott Momaday, The Death of Sitting Bear: New and Selected Poems

#moon #NASA #Andy Saunders #Heaven and Earth #N. Scott Momaday #Revenant #The Death of Sitting Bear: New and Selected Poems #Earth Keeper: Reflections on the American Land

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godzilla-reads · 2 months

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“To Momaday, words are sacred; language is power. Spanning nearly fifty years, the poems included in this collection illuminate the human condition, Momaday’s connection to his Kiowa roots, and his spiritual relationship to the American landscape.”

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the-hearth-and-the-wild · 8 months

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Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk.  

N. Scott Momaday, The Way To Rainy Mountain

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abellinthecupboard · 7 months

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Do you not know me? I AM that I AM. I am The guise I affect In holy art and scripture. But I am also A tempest of dark colors, Primal predator, Jealous of my Creation.

— from "The Pursuit of Man By God", by N. Scott Momaday

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forever70s · 3 months

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Kiowa poet N. Scott Momaday 🌹 (1968)

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