[MD] the Underground

[Marsha]

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From: "Heather Perella" <spiritualadirondack at yahoo.com>
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Sent: Saturday, June 14, 2008 9:37 PM
Subject: Re: [MD] the Underground


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> Marsha:
>> Matrilineal, like on Crete.  I'll check it out.
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> SA:  Yes, like on Crete, and yogi-India, and Iroquois, etc...
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> Marsha:
>> The other day I did watch Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.  I
>> cried for hours
>> and hours, and couldn't sleep.  Makes me want to kick
>> McCain in the b____s.
>> Hard!
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> SA:  I saw that movie.  I cried too.  My wife cried.  I read the book as 
> well.  Sand Creek Massacre... geez... vagina's on horse saddle's, etc... 
> At first the whole thing against Bush I saw as politics as usual, but he's 
> really an ass - the whole not playing golf, then he played golf a couple 
> months later and still went fishing and hunting, that guy is really cold 
> hearted and disconnected.  I heard he didn't know gas was this high in 
> price, that he thought it was only still around $2.50, I wonder if that's 
> true.


SA,

I do not understand people who think that human beings are so special. 
Humans seem to be very mentally ill.  I think of Wagner's Ring Cycle, and 
the cruel, Nibelung dwarf creatures that live underground.  Suppressed 
patterns that become distorted and morph into creatures that take on a life 
of their own.  To me that is what the descent is about.   No pot of gold at 
the end, just being a more honest person.  Clearer.  Braver.  I think that 
makes trying to get this emptiness thing so important too.  Hoping it will 
sweep away all kinds of muck.  It has to some degree already, but not nearly 
enough.  The descent is much more personal, frightening, painful.

George Walker Bush is a national mirror.  But so is Paris Hilton and Joan 
Rivers.

Well, maybe I should be quiet now.  Your poetry seems to have inspired me. I 
have started with 'I danced you across the stickiness of honey.  Sealed you 
into cells of memory.'  The 'you' is Siegfried.  There is a certain 
satisfaction in painting with words.  Don't know where it will go, but it's 
on the move.

Marsha