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The following would be my answer. IS it enough that I write my name and I choose a password to insert my answer in the blog? You can check an answer, before posting, can't you? cari saluti Elisa Mrs Harjo, thank you for your answer. I have written to an Italian TV program and an Italian newspaper about this abuse, but I have got no answer up to now. I will do what Gail is suggesting (thank you

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("This Letter was published in the ADN today. I found it to be a refreshingly progressive statement amidst the sometimes backward opinions I've seen in the letters to the Editor of ADN." from my friend up north Candyce Childers.) White Alaskans should work toward being gracious guests As a lifelong white Alaska woman, I have been thinking hard about all of the confusions that enabled my two

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Photo c Joy Harjo 2008

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Letter to the Editor: Anchorage Daily News On April 10, one of the radio personalities "Woody and Wilcox," on Station KBFX, made brutally offensive racial remarks on their morning show. The two were bantering about what it means to be a real Alaskan. One asked the question "Have you ever made love to the Yukon River or peed in a Native woman?" How often have you heard a single sentence that

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If anyone has emailed me today, please try again. I've received only about 5 emails, not my usual 50 or more. When the system goes down like this, all emails sent during this time are lost, not retrievable. JH

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(Because of the nature of culminating events involving abuse of power by teachers, in my personal and academic life, I've decided to post this column a month ahead of time.) We have many teachers in this life. Some are human, some animal, plant, and others who are part of our experience. Some are physical; some not. Our first teachers are our parents. They shape our minds, direct the

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Though I landed home two weeks ago, I am still returning from a two-week trip to India, where I spent time primarily in Kolkata (known by it’s Anglicized name as Calcutta), and Shantiniketan, New Delhi and Agra, as well. When traveling it can take awhile for the spirit to catch up to the body. You literally enter into a different realm. Even flying from Tulsa to Kansas City is a

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Mrs Harjo, the Lega Nord an extreme right Italian political party is using your history, Native American's massacres for their political campaign http://www.padovanews.it/content/view/28043/105/ They are comparing the immigration of African and Estern Europe peoples into Italy to the White invasion in your land... "They had no rules against immigration, now they are living in reservations"

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I just opened my mail to a note from one of my friends, a fine poet. She was flying high from a recent gig back East. Then she happened upon a couple of blogs about the event. In both, her reading style was ridiculed, and she is devastated.  I told her that in my experience, many use their blogs to affect a smug, erudite literary pose.  They want to make themselves look smart because there is

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Tonight I left my stack and horn and crossed the street to hear a reading at Bookworks. I was sorry I could only stay for the opening. The lineup was Jennifer Barlett, Miriam Sagan, Erica Wurth and V.B.Price.  Jennifer Bartlett was first up and as she read all the angst and sadness fell away. We were poetry. We flew. This is why we are here, to make wings of that which has destroyed us. Here are

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This morning early I headed out with the Sun to go visit a teacher. She's been a teacher of mine for years, though neither she or I would necessarily couch the relationship in those terms. From her I have learned a reverence for the earth as a being, for the water, a reverence for reverence. I have learned about paying respect for the gifts of the spirit. I have learned to accept the uniqueness

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We failed a little.Dip the wound in water.Wrap it in a song.Climb into the canoe.Paddle out from the weeping.Let the failing fail.Let the stars bear trouble.Let the canoe carry.What we cannot bury. c Joy Harjo

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Thursday night in Honolulu. Just returned from viewing a series of film shorts by Australian aboriginal filmmakers, presented by the Maori filmmaker, Merata Mita. The topics range from an aunty and mother being busted by a daughter for a very unusual money making venture, to a campy and delightful scene in which racism is turned upside down in a grocery store, to my favorite, a short called "Nana

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The celebration of Uluhaimalama is: Saturday, March 15 5:30 to 8:30 p.m. U.H. Art Auditorium (across Kuykendall Hall) Mahealani will be joined by Albert Wendt, Imaikalani Kalahele, Vicky Kneubuhl, and me, along with editors Ku`ualoha Ho`omanawaui and Brandy McDougal.

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I took a jump-hop flight to Hilo, Hawaii last week to catch a workshop on lomilomi (Hawaiian massage) and healing plants, and to attend a reading and workshop by two writers from Alaska. As soon as I landed I called Mililani Trask, the brilliant Hawaiian attorney and activist. I hadn’t seen Mil in a few years, so I was surprised when I reached her and found out that a native contingent from the

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It's early morning in a hotel in Dallas, somewhere near the "High Five" interstate exchange, "the largest of it's kind in the world" as the driver of the Checker Cab van from India told us last night. This wasn't my plan. I was picked up by Jackie yesterday morning in Naperville, IL, a suburb west of Chicago. I performed at College of Dupage the night before to a warm audience. The audience

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College of DuPage in Glen Ellyn, Illinois. In fact, feel free to link to our little site at http://www.cod.edu/events%5F1/womhist/events.htm. It has information and from there, folks can find maps to the school and of the parking lots. And there are contact phone numbers on the site for folks to call if they need more info. It’s free and open to the public. It’s in room SRC 2800, also known as

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I just received this notice. For sometime we knew Raul was on his way. Knowing is one state. The hole of grief-for us, and joy for the ancestors welcoming him is another process of state. I met Raul years ago in Austin at one of the first multicultural literary events to be held in our time. He was a gentle, powerful force. We will miss him. His most recent book, "raúl salinas and the Jail

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Many Voices Press is accepting submissions for an anthology of poets from Arizona, California, Colorado, Idaho, Montana, Nevada, New Mexico, Oregon, Utah, Washington, and Wyoming. Guidelines for Submissions: — Send up to twelve poems of any length, any style, any subject matter. — Include contact information on each poem: name, address, phone, email. — Include a SASE for response. No

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(check her out at www.myspace.com/jenniferkreisberg) "President George W Bush and God's Law Dear President Bush, Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's law. I have learned a great deal from you and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly

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“Have you ever seen a bird trying hard to sing? Birds never work to make a song. They sing effortlessly. That’s how they teach us to love one another. We need to allow love to happen without any effort. It’s natural to love.” Brazilian healer, Otavia Aloes Pimentel Barbosa from Hands of Faith, edited by Bradford Keeney PhD, Ringing Rocks Press in association with Leete Island Books.Philadelphia,

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LONG WALK (starring BEAR) Photo and Story c Elizabeth Woody 2008 Walk in love is my mantra in the morning and at night. Walking is as elemental as water, which is my first medicine and protection. Walking is the hallowed tempo and my expression of vigorous space. It is the calm between words. In between turmoil the calm is preferable. In calm spaces to love is to be both vulnerable and

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I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. - Martin Luther King, Jr.

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The Sun with a Helper Photo c Joy Harjo 2008

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