CLUMSY OAFA Poem by VolThe author said, in her people’s “wisdom,” that no native language has a cognate for “human” as separate from other beings.” The NPR interviewer sighed and became excited by the unity of all things and the serenity implied in this foreign paradigm.
I’ve read enough of literature to know we in the West speak about the conflict of man versus nature, so I wonder how that plays out in the Native American spirit?
Unity. What is that? Kum by yah? To honor the soul of the animal you killed for food, be in love with the three sisters, be kindred with the trees, to find fellowship with the twisted rocks and clear waters who are your home.
How smooth and easy in contrast to the white man’s distinct ability to become a dissonant trumpet, out of tune, crippled, always able to find a way to get it wrong.
Like all the noise we make as we carry “diversity” like a spear because we need our wars and search for a reason to kill that guy who isn’t us, to bulldoze the land we are required to tame. It is who we are.
We see beauty, but cannot walk in it with our unentangled souls. Yes, we can take its picture, even paint it to hang on our sterile walls, but only if the colors match the furniture.
Interview: Xelena González and Adriana Garcia Samantha Balaban © 2025 VolAuthor's Note
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