Hello dearest Wally!
Thank you so much for writing this moving post in Rosetta Stone, in spite of your weakness and great pain.
You have been in my thoughts all along, and I have prayed for your total recovery. At first I corresponded with your daughter Nicola, but I was so absolutely shocked by her report on your experience (so unjust) that I was left speechless...except to pray for you.
I know that many people have been praying for you...And here you are, I don't know how much is due to your own tenacity, life-force, strength of will, hardiness, whatever... The important thing is that you're actually enjoying reading good literature, of the best, and wanted to share it with us. That's a precious act on your part.
The poem is beautiful and heart-rending. Much of what's happened in Africa -and continues to happen- is similar tho' not the same as in Argentina. Here the Spanish Conqueror practically annihilated all ethnic groups, and the few remaining are still being devastated by hunger, discrimination, disease, stolen lands, ad nauseum. None of them are in power, as in Bolivia, where the Aymaras survived in large numbers and an Aymaran president won the elections, Evo Morales. It remains to be seen how he resolves the mind-boggling problems, or whether he's thrown out by a coup-d'etat.
On the other hand, the colonists who came after the first Conqueror, also suffered tremendously in the vast expanses of Argentina, especially in my beloved Argentine Patagonia. Ergo, I wrote my collection "Patagonia Lost", which Lori published after I won enough percentages in comps to cover the cost (I can't afford self-publishing). In those poems, I poured my heart out... but not on Paton's level of perfection, not by a long shot...!
Cry the Beloved Country also brings tears to my eyes.
By coincidence, I happen to be reading "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad. I never thought it was "my kind of book", and left it aside. WRONG. So far, I'm amazed by his extraordinary prose and talent for putting across the feeling of being in those regions and for those macabre actions carried out, which ultimately synthesizes the madness of humankind. Or some human beings...
Sorry for rambling on...it's just the pleasure to know that you're back and healing.
PS: The poem also deserves to be in Legendary Libations, where perhaps more members will spy it. Bye!
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"There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights.
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