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Two Questions

1)
I sprinkle sweetgrass over the fire
after I am told that God
is pleased by the smell
of burning sweetgrass.

I sprinkle sage over the fire
because, I am likewise informed,
the bad spirits flee the smell
of burning sage.

I—who believe not
in the Lakota God or
in such spirits—
have I thus shown my respect
for the traditions
of this indigenous people?
Or am I expropriating
their culture
to create some meaning
that is otherwise absent
from my own life?

2)
I hear participants
identify themselves over Zoom:
My name is [fill in the blank]
I live in [such and such city or town]
which is on stolen [name of tribe] land.

It is good, I decide, for us
to acknowledge the theft
of this land.

But what, I would like to ask,
are you doing to restore the land
to these first nations?

Steve Bloom
September 2024

     

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Guest Essay:

Remembering Geraldine Lucas

by Terri Harper

 

State Correctional Institute at Muncy PA, June 2015: I went from a citizen and human being to prison in 1991. So . . . I asked myself: “At what stage of my existence am I no longer a liability? How can I be of value, at least as much value as the inmate next to me?”

 

Today I think of those questions again, because I have had the absolute blessing to have spent the last two years engrossed in caring for Gealdine Theresa Lucas: my little “Ornery Bird” as I so lovingly called her.

 

Right now she is in the care of strangers, soon to be in the care of Almighty God. No words can describe the void I feel from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I’m restless, heartbroken, angry—and full of  questions that begin with the word “why.”


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Essay:
   
       
“Ears and Hearts” Revisited
or: The Under-Appreciation of Greatness
    
by Steve Bloom
     
April, 2015—My poem, “Ears and Hearts,” (written in 2008, see below) raises the question: Why is great art so often under-appreciated in its own time? I am not the first  to ask this question, of course. But up to now I have not heard anyone offer a reasonably satisfactory explanation. Obviously this is not a universal phenomenon. Shakespeare’s plays were well-loved in Elizabethan England. Mozart was an acknowledged genius while he was alive—even if the people of Vienna had some difficulty judging the quality of his music compared to that of Antonio Salieri. Still, we are dealing with a common enough phenomenon.

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He writes with an exacting eye
and a generous heart

—Pam McAllister, feminist author

     

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