Saturday, 16 March 2019

A Map to the Next World: Poems and Tales by Joy Harjo




When Europeans first observed my people and the respect we had for the sun they interpreted our reverence as sun worship.  It wasn’t sun worship, rather a respect for a gifted being who decided to stay here and take care of us, though it had other possibilities for its life.



It’s not just humans who sing for rain, make poetry as commentary on the meaning of life.  We aren’t the only creatures, or the most likely to succeed.



Protocol is a key to assuming sovereignty.  It’s simple.  When we name ourselves in this dignified manner then we are acknowledging the existence of our nations, their ultimate purpose, insure their continuation.



We are constantly being defined from the point of view of the colonizer.