nishgyrl made a post with a poem, the same, which starts with the possibility of peeling farms off with teeth, and goes on with that kind of scraping precision from there. Check it out.
i had the image of fileting a trout or de-gutting a hunted moose when i wrote it. these things that were quite peaceful and ritualistic back-in-the-day in light of our spirituality are viewed somewhat homicidially in much of the cushy modern american/canadian society...
Part of what is so powerful about this poem to me is that degutting, fried fish with the family sense of, as you say, back-in-the-day routine, and how these things are inextricably attached to enormous power, from the beginning, got to have a pretty good bite peel away farms with teeth, but it does, it feels almost like a casual possibility. Except that it's happening in the context where the violence of denied business loans and shot in the back with a .22 are persistently there, deeply ugly but not inevitable, could be plucked out, excised.
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Date: 2005-05-15 07:31 pm (UTC)xo
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Date: 2005-05-16 11:34 am (UTC)Such a poem. xo