That for some reason-- maybe my still beating romantic heart that wasn't beaten out of me by all the shit that happened to me and those I loved (see my books)-- made me think of Nokosee. When we met, I was 17-years-old, the Everglades was on fire and I was in the middle of it, lost and scared shitless. I felt like I was falling into a nightmare, a black-- and hot-- hole from which there was no escape. But I met Nokosee there-- in the middle of the singularity-- and he saved me-- in an explosion that hurled us out across the Everglades into a new life together, transforming us into a new single element that lived and breathed and thought the same thoughts together. Together. One. A singularity.
Maria Popova's Brain Pickings on FB never ceases to amaze me by the things I find there. Today while doing Sanctuary at the Miccosukee Embassy I used the tribe's computer to check out my feed and discovered this video of poet Marie Howe reading her poem "Singularity." She immediately connected with me when she admitted she has a daughter, teaches eco poetry at Sarah Lawrence (where Man is removed from the spotlight on the poet's stage and replaced with Nature and the Cosmos); stank at high school physics, and has a problem with the Big Bang theory: that everything was once compressed into a small black dot called a singularity. Her poem runs with that idea (see below) by opening with these words: "Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity we once were?"
That for some reason-- maybe my still beating romantic heart that wasn't beaten out of me by all the shit that happened to me and those I loved (see my books)-- made me think of Nokosee. When we met, I was 17-years-old, the Everglades was on fire and I was in the middle of it, lost and scared shitless. I felt like I was falling into a nightmare, a black-- and hot-- hole from which there was no escape. But I met Nokosee there-- in the middle of the singularity-- and he saved me-- in an explosion that hurled us out across the Everglades into a new life together, transforming us into a new single element that lived and breathed and thought the same thoughts together. Together. One. A singularity.
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