more often anthropologists are unearthing fragments that theorize
another human ancestral digit.
We are such an enigma to ourselves that we still imagine images
could, by oft-repeated ritual replastering and repainting, be
coaxed through this mediating surface; each replastering and repainting
may have been a new celebration and enactment of our
Scientists dream that some 300 million years ago the organism who would someday be us, with gills and fledgling lungs crawled from sea onto dry land, bringing with it the salty solutions we still distill in the chemistry of our blood.
One day several
years ago, walking the beach I presently walk, the Kiowa writer
we can dream of other species, isn't it
conceivable that they can dream of us?
can know little of the
unconscious realm in which works of art are born;