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Kinney — Sun, 26 Jun 2005 06:36:50 -0000

Thanks for this tip. I bungled the installation of a new video card and my screen was blank after the post screen, which I could see. Restoring to yesterday got me back up and running.

This tip was a lifesaver for me. Sorry about the 2 folks for whom it didn't work.

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Kinney — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 21:31:00 -0000

A Creek poet. A travelling musician.

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Kinney — Thu, 23 Nov 2006 17:16:00 -0000

New Orleans

by Joy Harjo

This is the south. I look for evidence
of other Creeks, for remnants of voices,
or for other tobacco brown bones to come wandering down Conti Street, Royale, or Decatur.
Near the French Market I see a blue horse
caught frozen in a stone in the middle of a square. Brought in by the Spanish on an endless ocean he became mad and crazy. The caught him in a blue rock, said
don't talk

I know it wasn't just a horse that went crazy

Nearby is a shop with ivory and knives.
There are red rocks. The man behind the counter has no idea that he is inside magic stones. He should find out before they destroy him. These things
have memory,
you know

I have a memory.
It swims deep in blood, a delta in the skin. It swims out of Oklahoma, deep in the Mississippi River. It carries my feet to these places: The French Quarter, stale rooms, the sun behind he thick and moist clouds, and I hear boats hauling themselves up and down the river.

My spirit comes here to drink.
My spirit comes here to drink.
Blood is the undercurrent.

There are voices buried in the Mississippi mud. There are ancestors and future children
buried beneath the current stirred up by pleasure boats going up and down
There are stories here made of memory

I remember De Soto. He is buried somewhere in this river, his bones sunk like the golden treasure he traveled half the earth the find, came looking for gold cities, for shining trees of beaten gold to dance on with silk ladies.

He should have stayed home.
(Creeks knew him for miles
before he came to town. Dreamed of silver blades and crosses)

And knew he was one of the ones who yearned for something his heart was not big enough to handle

(and DeSoto thought it was gold)

The Creeks lived in earth homes,
not gold,
spun children, not gold
That's not what DeSoto thought he wanted to see
The Creeks knew it, and drowned him in the Mississippi River
so he wouldn't have to drown himself

Maybe his body is what I am looking for as evidence. To know in another way that my memory is alive
But he must have got away, somehow,
because I have seen New Orleans
the lace and silk buildings
trolley cars on beaten silver paths, graves that rise out of the soft earth in the rain, shops that sell black mammy dolls holding white babies.

And I know I have seen DeSoto
having a drink on Bourbon Street
mad and crazy
dancing with a woman as gold
as the river bottom

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