I am having to do this here alone. No one to tell me when the ocean will begin. I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail, the drowned face always staring toward the sun. This is the place and I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair streams black, carrying a knife, a camera, a book of myths in which our names do not appear. -Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck.
Friday, August 20, 2010
What on Earth: the shortest autobiography
Many times they said to the child, There is no god in your house.No God in your house. She stared at her hands, saw in them trees. Becoming clumsy, she’d fall, walk into jagged.
A day she began to bleed. Realized rivers. Let rafts empty her, into Ocean.
Then. What on Earth they taught her, became holy: it softened. She’d visit, find arrowheads, pray.