Alvaro pulls us into the mystery that these Anglo writers, at least some, sought. But when confronted with it, they recoiled, some in disgust (Lawrence, Huxley). What did they fear? Perhaps seeing that very primal element in their own being.
How beautiful this piece, how poignant. I waa right there, moving slowly, celebrating the harvest and your friend, a print-maker instructor. How wonderful and how ugly the coyotes upon which these good people depend to make a living, and how shameful to be arrested as drug traffikers and illegals by our demented "leader". Lovely piece, touched my heart.
Alvaro pulls us into the mystery that these Anglo writers, at least some, sought. But when confronted with it, they recoiled, some in disgust (Lawrence, Huxley). What did they fear? Perhaps seeing that very primal element in their own being.
Good comment. True, I think.
It is possible to enjoy a culture without understanding it. Sometimes, the understanding undermines the enjoyment.
Also true!!
How beautiful this piece, how poignant. I waa right there, moving slowly, celebrating the harvest and your friend, a print-maker instructor. How wonderful and how ugly the coyotes upon which these good people depend to make a living, and how shameful to be arrested as drug traffikers and illegals by our demented "leader". Lovely piece, touched my heart.
Thanks, Suzanne.