- photo: Riverside Park along the Mohawk River, Schenectady NY, by d.a. giacalone
- poem originally posted at dagosan's haiku diary on June 21, 2006, and truer than ever -
posted by david giacalone @ 7:00 AM
I went to school in Corning and Brockport. It was beautiful country up there. I dropped out of school because of a Corning girl who ripped my heart out, but did not eat it as the indigenous people had done:The Mohawks were rough people…“Megapolensis (1644), a contemporary of Father Jogues, says that when the Mohawk were unfortunate in war they would kill, cut up, and roast a bear, and then make an offering of it to this war god with the accompanying prayer: ‘Oh, great and mighty Aireskuoni, we know that we have offended against thee, in as much as we have not killed and eaten our captive enemies-forgive us this. We promise that we will kill and eat all the captives we shall hereafter take as certainly as we have killed and now eat this bear.’ he adds; ‘Finally, they roast their prisoners dead before a slow fire for some days and then eat them up. The common people eat the arms, buttocks, and trunk, but the chiefs eat the head and the heart.’ "http://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/tribes/mohawk/mohawkhist.htmfrom her dark hip the moon’s curveBest of Luck!
The poetry is nice but I also like the photo.
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david giacalone ("dagosan") looks at the foibles and ironies of the human condition, using poems structured like haiku but called "senryu", and with an occasional photo "haiga" (an image with a linked poem).
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