Everyday is a reenactment of the creation story. We emerge from
dense unspeakable material, through the shimmering power of dreaming stuff.
from “A Postcolonial Tale”
This is the first world, and the last.
Today’s read: The Woman Who Fell from the Sky: Poems by Joy Harjo – Norton – 1996
I first read this collection about sixteen years ago when I was all about the poetry life. I remember liking the work but not enjoying the prose commentary that followed the work. Now, I am loving this work even more and am thankful for the narratives that outline the origins of these poems. Tastes change and evolve. There is an old saying that you can’t cross the same river twice and I see that in visiting this poetry collection again.