tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56237872009-12-01T05:34:50.521-10:00This is Joy Harjo's ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371770793562441621noreply@blogger.comBlogger500125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-87646691892312023092009-11-19T11:26:00.000-10:002009-11-19T11:27:05.545-10:00

It’s dawn in Mystic, Connecticut. It’s a beautiful, New England seaport town. It’s fall and the trees are bursting in yellow and red. I can smell the sea. Still I feel uneasy, like walking into a building where there’s been rough trouble. I keep thinking about how this Eastern edge bore the brunt of colonization. European maps showed this location as a sea of monsters larger than ships. If ships

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Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:40pm EDTTribal Leaders From Across Indian Country to Gather in Washington to OpenEmbassy of Tribal Nations Historic Opening in Conjunction with White House Tribal Nations Summit WASHINGTON, Oct. 30 /PRNewswire-USNewswire/ -- Tribal representatives from allcorners of Indian Country will be joined by international dignitaries, Membersof Congress, Administration officials and

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http://www.adn.com/2834/story/991373.html Inupiaq poet wins prestigious national writing awardBy MIKE DUNHAMmdunham@adn.comPublished: October 28th, 2009 06:41 PMLast Modified: October 29th, 2009 02:56 PMAn Inupiaq mom from Anchorage has picked up one of America's most prestigious literary awards. Poet Joan Kane, 32, was among 10 writers to receive a $50,000 Whiting Writers' Award at a ceremony in

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Beluga Whale Joy c Joy Harjo

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Last night I gave a musical performance with Larry Mitchell for the American Indian Studies Program at the University of Illinois in Urbana Champaign. We were given a numbered parking permit for a covered meter at the front of the student union. When we drove up the space was illegally taken by a red sports car with emergency blinking lights. No one was in the car. We couldn’t load for sound

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASEOctober 4, 2009ELEVENTH ANNUAL WINNERS ANNOUNCED Jan Michael Looking Wolf for Artist of the Year, Joanne Shenandoah & Michael Bucher's Bitter Tears Sacred Ground for Best Compilation, Jana's rendition of A Change Is Gonna Come for Song/Single of the Year, Kevin Locke's Earth Gift for Record of the Year, and American Idol Semi-finalist Charly Lowry for Best Video Among Those

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Photo copyright Joy Harjo September 2009

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When I attempt to over reach with human reason, I cannot hear. When I remember that I am a spirit then I have access to eternity.

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I have been nominated for three NAMMYs (native music awards). The winners are determined by votes, both from the advisory board and the public. My music has been nominated for: Best Female Artist; Best Song and Best World Music Recording.Please go to http://www.nativeamericanmusicawards.com/ and vote. Soon. The voting ends in a few weeks!! Most people assume I've won for my music. I never have...

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When we lose metaphor, we lose our capability to dream ourselves and our descendants into beauty.There is everyday language, and the language used to speak of that which is sacred. In our indigenous languages even the everyday was metaphorical. We need poetry in all of its aspects.May Sarton said: "Poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the

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Once in the early 90’s I caught a taxi from LaGuardia into New York City. The taxi driver was from Ethiopia, Bangladesh or some another country whose refugees were flooding the city and taking jobs as drivers. Prominent in the news was another random violent attack. At that time “drive-by killings” was a relatively new coinage. Since then we have suffered Columbine, Virginia Tech, the most

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Sorry "Butch". Resend?

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As I begin this column the sun is coming up over Albuquerque. My earliest memories on this earth are of the sun. I am in my mother’s kitchen in Tulsa sitting in my red high chair. Sun is a bright being. I see the sun’s breath as a stream of light filled with energy. I love nothing better than to be inside it, to breathe it. When I was five I noticed that my pet dog Alligator also loved the sun

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My body is still in the hum of the road. Drove all day, from ceremonies in Oklahoma, mother, family and Family. One end of the spectrum is the ribbon dance at dusk with the people as the sun travels through the trees; the other end is the constant push of religion in public, secular places. I choose to hold close that beautiful circle at dusk. I do not need to force converts. We each have our own

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It’s before dawn in Honolulu and the neighborhood of birds is noisily singing and talking away, even more than usual. Fuscate (Redbird) has been in the habit lately of singing about four in the morning. It’s spring and he’s knocking himself out because he’s in love. There’s nothing like falling-in-love energy. It has written songs, poetry, built houses and inspired one of the most beautiful

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One day the FDA will issue warnings on the dangers of estrogen & testosterone. They will be cited for their volatile and dangerous side effects, and may even be restricted. Every human will come with a warning. Some with high hormonal activity will be shot with antidote injections. Most passionate and violent acts can be attributed to these wily hormones. They break up homes; they blind us to the

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c Joy HarjoIt is beautiful inside us.All around us it is beautiful.

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No, I haven't been blogging...writing a book, new music and arrangements, traveling, and working on promotions for my forthcoming children's book: For A Girl Becoming, and continuing promotions of Winding Through the Milky Way, my most recent CD of music, and booking my one woman show with music, Wings of Night Sky, Wings of Morning Light. This morning I am in Glenpool, Oklahoma, not far from my

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Tonight when I looked at youAs I have uncountable stares, stars and glancesI did not know youHow foolish that I should think I know everything about youMy mystery seeks to comprehend your mysteryIt is unending, this unknowingc Joy Harjo 2007

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I received an email from Jim Roberts. All attempts to answer the email have failed. The emails are returned as undeliverable. If you're out there, Jim Roberts, please write again with a phone number or different email address.Thanks.

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I’m in the last week of my show here in Los Angeles. A few days ago I took a break and hung out with Charlie Hill, the Oneida comedian. We had a late lunch at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles, one place in town that serves Oklahoma/reservation food. Then we walked around near Sunset and Vine, browsed around record stores and visited. Friendship is one of the finest gifts, worth more than nearly

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Okay. I haven't blogged in awhile.Can there be too many words?Too much communication?We can only hear the soul in silence.

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c Joy Harjo 2009

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c Joy Harjo April 15, 09

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c Joy Harjo March 2009I walked around in the desert a few weeks ago. Nothing else smells like the desert in the early morning. Remembered how Josiah Moore told me many stories of this place.

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