Tag Archives: consciousness

Native Essence (Tienageratie Orenda)

Soy, I am

The essence,

Iroquois,

The day before the dark Bush cloud

Mi Tierra, my life

Now the father sky,

Is dark upon my bleached face,

Mi sangre, the river,

Death from above,

The day of the dark Bush cloud

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Los Angeles Diaspora

They didn’t kill enough of them,” ran through our skin and down our spines as I pushed one of the last bar stools back in place for the evening while the bartender and I locked eyes in fear of the thought of what kind of human mentality the statement was summoned from as the speaker sat at the bar and fixated on the television that was set to CNN. Continue reading

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Bill Viola: Self-Perfection

As artists we circle the drain of this place we collectively go to tap into for the chaotic and visual impetuses of our collective visual voice.
It is not surprising that along the way the signs up ahead read like Caution: deep spiritual valleys ahead, cause and effect for next (n) miles,
and no rest stops ahead. Continue reading

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