and this too came to my mind, william:
'The red aborigines,
Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names,
Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee, Kaqueta, Oronoco,
Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla,
Leaving such to the States they melt, they depart, charging the water and the land with names.'
Words (written, spoken, lived) remain.
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RispondiEliminait all goes back to Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
RispondiEliminaI'd earlier wrtten this:"'Michaelian’s novel made me aware that choosing to be who you are can be revolutionary — and life altering, not only for you but for others'. True- and it brought to my mind something beloved and long-forgotten; the great speech by Shevek in UKLeguin's 'The dispossed' (if I recollect right): "You can't DO the revolution, you can BE the revolution".
RispondiEliminaI'll try to work on this, and 'The listening thing'- love Giacomo'