homicidal lesbian terrorist

i see your women caught behind windows
in their homes, behind rows and rows
of bleached and frightened children.
They speak men's words, not their own
except those languages they've
learned to speak in secret
and in dreams, if they've
not forgotten.

- Joy Harjo, From the Salt Lake City Airport '82

Wednesday, January 21

mohegan running in my veins, maybe

here i am, torn about staying in this fair-weather godforsaken town or returning back east & trying to work on the rebirth of spoken WAM ("wampanoag": w�pan�ak) when in the mail from my favourite publisher arrives, lincom newsflash 37, containing the announcement of the arrival of julian granberry's two brandy-nu books on the parallel language-revival of MOF ("mohegan-montauk-narragansett": nahihk, mahihk & nahiht").

what does this signal? does this mean "call the gay head wampanoag" again? does this mean "stay put, buy the damn books & build a life - stop running"?

WTF man. stop jerkin' my chain!