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Barbara Crane Navarro

Yanomami boy with pet monkey, Alto Orinoco, Amazonas, Venezuela
photo – Barbara Crane Navar

«When a human being dies, his ghost does not carry any of his goods onto the sky’s back, even if he is very greedy. The things he made or acquired are left on earth and only torment the living by rekindling the longing for his presence.

We are different from the white people and our thought is other. Among them, when a father dies, his children are happy to tell each other: ‘We are going to share his merchandise and his money and keep them for ourselves!’

Our real goods are the things of the forest: its waters, fish, game, trees and fruit. Not merchandise! This is why as soon as someone dies we make all the objects he kept disappear. We grind up his bead necklaces; we burn his hammock, his arrows, his quiver…

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“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

I've been thinking quite a bit about a poem written over one hundred years ago by the poet T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock."  Written in 1910, the poem was immediately cast into a new category of poetry called modernism, "a literary movement at the turn of the 20th century that emphasized … Continue reading “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”