local task 2003 - net art | die verschwundene galerie |
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Coco Gordon The poem "Nata Anziana" (Born Ancient), in my 1993 book Radical Food, for show in Vienna with Christine Jones curating, that tells that story.
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Nata Anziana I speak as skywoman long ago ooma-oo beings unlike us never to be confused as us tree of light as are treeeeeees of life (Odin's, Maya's, Sun Dance, Garden of Eden, Kaballa, the tree's 'the way'dao) I pass test of corngrinding of fire splashcooking of tongue licking wounds I so love tree of light I lie down under open legs blossom falls touches am pollinated... he weakens uproots the tree of light eads me to jump blue sky world below this tree over such a place! I forget place of home place of origin forget coming going to begin to end Waterfowl Beaver Turtle live in this emptiness this falling through void watch long long time slow my endless fall I slow I sleep I dream they help me move as I must move now spin slow... I hop chant dance four circuits filled stillness no thought no memory no dream I crouch down spread legs slowly withdraw slender stalk long pull long breathe it dry wait tamp it into Turtle's earthback I sing layers branches chant balls of light it blossoms I wake to my daughter in the treelight... aeons after daughter also nata anziana born like this |
