TEN Took Away Our Native Tongue
Took away our native tongue
And taught their English to our young: our new sound system and a look at Indigenous languages
writings from below decks
Took away our native tongue
And taught their English to our young: our new sound system and a look at Indigenous languages
The Race Marshal catches a ghost shark and I tell the story of the extinct American rhino and the bas relief at Ashfall.
Minnie spots a killer whale – one of the orcas of the Salish Sea. We hear about the Chinook of the Fraser River and sonar testing by the US Navy.
A tweet from the Navajo Nation’s Health Department Director starts a chain of thought through Indigenous peoples’ suffering to the extraordinary kindness of the Irish.
I make marrons glaces and am burnt by hot syrup. Barking dogs on the shore lead to a conversation about dog wool.
A truffled breakfast and a discussion of ocean currents and the spread of mushrooms. I mistake the Native American Flute for a shakuhachi.
Looking back to a fragmented North America and the catastrophe that might have befallen the Heraclitus many millions of years ago. We lunch on aglio e olio.
In Seattle, sitting out the terrible forest fires; thinking about truffles, quinces and marrons glaces.
We sail past Annie Proulx’s house and mull over Seattle’s literary fame – more bookstores per capita than anywhere else in the USA and possibly more wonderful authors.
At ease on Heraclitus reflecting on coyotes, Boeing and injera and wat. We sail with the rising tide.