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When You Die, Your Culture Takes You In, And Then, If You've Given Enough, Your Place Is Near The Centre.

When You Think Intensely And Beautifully, Something Happens. That Something Is Called Poetry. If You Think That Way And Speak At The Same Time, Poetry Gets In Your Mouth. If People Hear You, It Gets In Their Ears. If You Think That Way And Write At The Same Time, Then Poetry Gets Written. But Poetry Exists In Any Case. The Question Is Only: Are You Going To Take Part, And If So, How?

My Own View Is That Violence Is A Part Of Classical Haida Literature - And Of Every Mythology Everywhere, So Far As I Can Tell - Because It's Part Of Life Itself. In The World Of The Hamburger Stand And The Supermarket, Or The Vegan Café And The Ashram, You Might Try To Tell Yourself It's Possible To Be Nonviolent. In A Hunting And Gathering Society, Violence Is More Difficult To Hide.

Poetry, I'm Often Told, Is Something Made Of Words. I Think It Really Goes The Other Way Around: Words Are Made Of Poetry.

The Claim That Myth Is Always A Narrative Spin-off Of Ritual; The Claim That Myth Is The Projection Of Human Anxieties Onto A Cosmological Scrim; The Claim That Myths Are Invented To Give Sanction To Human Predilections And Institutions... These Are Ways Of Trivializing A Mode Of Thought That Has Served Humanity Well For A Very Long Time.