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Local papers are
full of anecdotes about a party of Ukrainian-born Canadian farmers now
revisiting villages where they grew up. Crowds follow them, for they are
objects of great curiosity, Rip van Winkles from another age, largely
unchanged in speech, manner, even dress, from the time they left here
nearly fifty years ago. Some years ago the
Swiss art historian Sigfried Giedion asked me to inquire of the Hopi of
Arizona what meaning they attached to "life-lines." Life-line
is the term used to describe a picture of an animal with a line drawn
from its mouth to its lungs or heart. The Hopi occasionally paint such
designs on pots & weave them into baskets, though they do so less
frequently than the neighboring Zuni. I was staying at
Oraibi at the time & one morning I noticed that my hostess was making
just such a basket. Her only explanation, however, was that this was how
she had been taught. Others overheard the question, but no one volunteered
anything, so I let the matter drop. Later that day I
set out across range country with an elderly artist who, though he had
traveled widely, remained all Hopi. In his youth, his talents as a traditional
Hopi artist led to a scholarship at an eastern art school. But still-life
painting didn't interest him & "life classes" embarrassed
him. When he returned to Oraibi, fifty years later, the old Hopi art remained
within him, largely unchanged. He was more traditional than artists who
had never left the reservation. We climbed a steep
mesa, noted for its ancient rock carvings (which women periodically renew
by tracing with mud), and sat at the top, looking out over the desert.
I knew him well & and spent much time in his company, but this particular
conversation, above all others, remains in my memory. After a long silence,
he said, "You asked about the line that goes to the heart. It leads
to the spirit which resides in all things - the spirit of life & hope.
When we show respect for the spirits around us, they respect us. From
this comes good. We show respect in prayer & ceremony - in all things.
We demonstrate this by showing that all animals, even snakes, possess
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Oh, What a Blow That Phantom Gave Me! by Edmund Carpenter Holt, Rinehart and Winston - New York, Chicago, San Francisco Copyright 1972, 1973 by Edmund Carpenter |
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Translated
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2002
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