On campus--at the very top of the new
eagle pole--a raven struts, one fleck of blood
stuck to his beak from morning carrion, bright
black eyes the same primeval color
as those on the pole. This ode to nature,
this prayer, this harmony of adzeman’s skill,
tradition, inspiration, and sacred task—I’ll
admire it later—was carved by folks who knew
from childhood each crest and its nature.
Mostly from the clan, and of course blood
relatives, they memorized each color
of each crest, how to mix together bright
pigments from this root, that bulb--right
amounts of everything, reagent to skill
to alchemy--required to make each color
sing. The importance of ritual to renew.
Significance of Nature, consequence of blood.
Black iron raven in landscaped nature
patch consults his brother. “Our nature
is belligerent, our destiny to chase bright,
shiny objects and live off the blood-
sticky leavings of another’s ****
Don’t you think we should blaze a new
path for ourselves?” Replies the other, “The color
of your coat is lighter than the color
of your mood today.”All around them Nature
labors. “Brother, we don’t need a new
direction. Our future, as always, is bright.
We’re the keepers of knowledge. Our skill
at irony keeps us relevant. As long as blood
is red They will need us.” He ***** on the blood
red head of the top crest. A streak the color
of snow bounces down the faces. “If you ask, I’ll
reply,” he cackles, which makes Nature
grin. A fuzzy red vole begins to climb right
up the front of the pole, as I realize how new
it is, how fresh the pine. When I think of the blood
shed by men for money I am struck dumb. Right here--the only color
green you ever need--Nature. I’d as soon carve as ****
11/3/10
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 1:15 PM UTC
On campus--at the very top of the new
eagle pole--a raven struts, one fleck of blood
stuck to his beak from morning carrion, bright
black eyes the same primeval color
as those on the pole. This ode to nature,
this prayer, this harmony of adzeman’s skill,
tradition, inspiration, and sacred task—I’ll
admire it later—was carved by folks who knew
from childhood each crest and its nature.
Mostly from the clan, and of course blood
relatives, they memorized each color
of each crest, how to mix together bright
pigments from this root, that bulb--right
amounts of everything, reagent to skill
to alchemy--required to make each color
sing. The importance of ritual to renew.
Significance of Nature, consequence of blood.
Black iron raven in landscaped nature
patch consults his brother. “Our nature
is belligerent, our destiny to chase bright,
shiny objects and live off the blood-
sticky leavings of another’s ****
Don’t you think we should blaze a new
path for ourselves?” Replies the other, “The color
of your coat is lighter than the color
of your mood today.”All around them Nature
labors. “Brother, we don’t need a new
direction. Our future, as always, is bright.
We’re the keepers of knowledge. Our skill
at irony keeps us relevant. As long as blood
is red They will need us.” He ***** on the blood
red head of the top crest. A streak the color
of snow bounces down the faces. “If you ask, I’ll
reply,” he cackles, which makes Nature
grin. A fuzzy red vole begins to climb right
up the front of the pole, as I realize how new
it is, how fresh the pine. When I think of the blood
shed by men for money I am struck dumb. Right here--the only color
green you ever need--Nature. I’d as soon carve as ****
11/3/10
It might help to have some knowledge of Tlingit/Haida culture to get the full buzz off this one. Then again, maybe not. There is a huge iron sculpture in the main campus area at UAS of a raven, and maybe 70 yards away a raven totem pole. The balancing eagle pole was erected this spring.