“The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes sacristans of us all. The old ones go our bail, we oblate preachers of our tribes. Be careful, they say, don't hock the beads of kinship agonies; the moire-effect of unfamiliar hymns upon our own, a change in pitch or shrillness of the voice transforms the ways of song to words of poetry or prose and makes distinctions no one recognizes. Surrounded and absorbed, we tread like Etruscans on the edge of useless law; we pray to the giver of prayer, we give the cane whistle in ceremony, we swing the heavy silver chain of incense burners. Migration makes new citizens of Rome.” HopeFreedomResilienceGenerationPalimpsestSword SentimentsZugunruhe Author:Elizabeth Cook-Lynn
“The joke used to be that in every Indian home, there is the mother, father, children, grandparents, and the anthropologist.” ChildrenHomeUsedMotherFatherJokesUsed To BeIndianGrandparentAnthropologistsFather Child Book:From the River's Edge Source: From the River's Edge
“The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes sacristans of us all.” WorldDreamMemoriesGenerationsJourneySurvivorAnother WorldCaptivityBad Dream Book:Seek the House of Relatives Source: Seek the House of Relatives
“Surrounded and absorbed, we tread like Etruscans on the edge of useless law; we pray to the giver of prayer, we give the cane whistle in ceremony, we swing the heavy silver chain of incense burners. Migration makes new citizens of Rome.” GivingLawPrayerPrayingCitizensEdgesHeavyChainsUselessSilverRomeSwingsCeremonyGiverMigrationIncense Book:Seek the House of Relatives Source: Seek the House of Relatives
