A taste of home, a journal of living, spiced with wit, an old-fashioned newspaper personal column, where metaphors and journalism and art are cross-bred with a curmudgeon. Winter on Spring Creek, Oklahoma--Clarkphoto

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Tuareg

 
Tuareg--watercolor
The blue men of the desert--men cover their faces, not the women. The veil is one long piece, often dyed indigo, and wrapped around the head to cover it and the face.

These are the nomads of the Sahara, often considered bandits, certainly  wild ones who are almost independent of nations and borders. In northeast Mali they have a rather loose confederation with the Muslim democracy centered in the capital of Bamako 500 miles west and pretty well live their own lives from Timbouctou north and east. 
As I have written, my friend and interpreter Assoumane Maiga, now a doctoral student at O.S.U., gave me one of these veils. The minute I put it on in the midst of other Malians, one said, "Ah, the Taureg."

Three years ago I was getting ready to go to Mali with a group from OSU on a state department grant to bolster the free press in this very poor country that is Muslim, and a U.S. friendly democracy. The two week trip changed my life in more ways than I can tell.
This sketch is just part of the memory. In the next month I will share some of my journal writing from there, and the photos I took.

I admire people like the Taureg... . they remind me of the American Indians who tried to withstand the so-called white civilization. But the Taureg have not succumbed. As Berbers from north Africa, they come from different genetic stock than most Malians, and their territory includes not only Mali, but most of southern Algeria, Niger and parts of Libya...in the Sahara lines on a map defining national borders are largely meaningless.  Unfortunately Al-Quaida is using southern Algeria and Northern Mali these days, crossing paths with the Tuareg. But the Tuareg, who have a caste system and even slavery, are not terrorists. 

I wore my veil and made a blue robe for a Halloween costume--you've seen the photo in an earlier post. I was immediately asked by someone if I had a bomb under it. The Tuareg wouldn't use a bomb. They'd slit your throat with some of their fine cutlery.  These people spilled a lot of blood from the French Foreign Legion before the Europeans gave up and went home. So actually they have a lot in common with our American colonists fighting Redcoats. They've been featured and stereotyped--like American Indians-- in several movies, including Beau Gest.
These people are freer than most of us ever imagine, I think.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Blog vote please

Help bloggers! Vote now in the Okie blog of the year contest. Coffee with Clark is a finalist in new blog and best writing, Zach Nash is a finalist in photography and design, and Erudite Redneck is a finalist in liberal leaning political. Please vote for us. To vote, go to Okie blog for the ballot. You must vote in 12 of the 24 categories...and be an Okie blogger

Vote deadline is this week, please by Feb. 14

Here's the email address for the ballot: http://2009okieblogawards@gmail.com

You must put your URL for your blog on the ballot

It's an honor to be included in the lists of finalists twice.  Each category has about 9-11 finalists. I didn't have time to look them all up, but chose enough so the vote would count. You can go to Okieblog home for the ballot categories if you wish. http://www.blogoklahoma.com/

Thanks,

 Here are my recommendations:

Best Overall Blog
The Pioneer Woman
Best Arts/Crafts Blog Tater Tots and Fire Hoses
Best Business-Related Blog
Third Degree Creative
Best Culture Blog
The Apache House
Best Blog Design
Zach Nash
Best Family Blog
Yogi's Den
Best Food Blog
The Pioneer Woman
Most Humorous Blog
Miss Wisabus
Best Kept Secret
Scissor Tales
Best New Blog of 2009
Coffee with Clark
Best Photography Blog
Zach Nash Photography
Best Political Blog (Conservative)
McCarville Report
Best Political Blog (Liberal Leaning)
Erudite Redneck
Best Representation of Oklahoma
The Pioneer Woman
Best Rural Blog
The Pioneer Woman
Best Single Topic Blog
Oklahoma Writers and Authors
Best Veteran Blogger (5+Years)
McCarville Report


Best Writing
Coffee with Clark



Sunday, February 7, 2010

Serendipity? coincidence? or ?

A few days after I wrote "Moon Memories" with a watercolor attempt to portray my thoughts, my fellow word traveler and poet K. Lawson Gilbert posted this photo "Snow Moon," on her blog, with her poetry.  Isn't art amazing?  For more of her work, click on "Old Mossy Moon," her blog listed among my favorites.



Both reprinted with her permission.

TRACKING LIFE


My eyes are getting milky
from staring at the moon –
the snow moon that hangs
on the ice encrusted limbs
of flesh, muscle, and bone.
I was a young girl, once,
staring at a snow moon
out my bedroom window.
Its soft glow got inside
of me that night and somehow
I was able to carry the light
for a time. And the snow?
It melted inside my veins
and ran like sap in a maple,
clear and sweet and slow.

The Black Dog

 
The Black Dog--watercolor
8 x 12 140# Kiliminjaro paper
 
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. 
A penny for the Old Guy
                   
                I
            
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
... .

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
... .
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
 
T.S. Eliot 

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Serenity

Watercolor--9 x 12
140 # Kilimanjaro paper