<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 08:19:50 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Joy Harjo's Web Log</title><description/><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>413</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-8917627811527505469</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 21:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T11:11:13.429-10:00</atom:updated><title>From the Sky Realm</title><atom:summary type='text'>
c Joy Harjo June 08


c Joy Harjo June 08

We can learn what's impending in the emotional tone by watching clouds. These I found when returning from New York City last week.</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/from-sky-realm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-5382745612519836952</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T06:56:59.928-10:00</atom:updated><title>HONOR</title><atom:summary type='text'>Honor everyone who crosses your path. Everyone includes time as a person or persons. It includes sky, earth, air, water and other elemental beings. It includes your body. Think kindly; think light. Even each email, text, each word is a transmission. Each transaction brings either light or confusion. Paying attention is honoring. I will never forget the roly-poly bug making his way across the </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/honor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-4071971282502654757</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-14T18:25:00.452-10:00</atom:updated><title>Larry Mitchell and Me at the Bowery Poetry Club in NYC</title><atom:summary type='text'> Photo c Lurline McGregor

We Perform "This is My Heart" In Honor of the Bengali Poets and Poetry (after being blown away by everyone else's poetry)
Saturday June 14, 2008</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/larry-mitchell-and-me-at-bowery-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-7869694131164540148</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T07:05:20.661-10:00</atom:updated><title>Monday morning is Monday morning</title><atom:summary type='text'>Windy, even cool. Redbird singing. We go on. We all go on, even Redbird whose nest in the mango tree was pushed down by a cat or mynah bird. I found one of the naked babies on the ground. Took care of it until the Wild Bird Rescue people here picked him up. He was so new, but as he warmed up in a nest of a washcloth on a heating pad he made the same moves as a human newborn, the same shudders, </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/monday-morning-is-monday-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-6488330679497878671</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-08T10:48:15.185-10:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday, Sunday</title><atom:summary type='text'>Emerson said:

"Always do what you are afraid to do."

Even on Sunday in Honolulu in early June.

More later.</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/sunday-sunday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-4996737273233640650</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-06T12:13:24.309-10:00</atom:updated><title>Coming into Waikiki for the Around-The Island Paddle</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/coming-into-waikiki-for-around-island.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-3856827744703625154</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-06T12:15:04.896-10:00</atom:updated><title>The Last Full Moon in Albuquerque</title><atom:summary type='text'>

c Joy Harjo 2008

(Not literally the last, "my" last full moon in Albuquerque for awhile!)</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/06/last-full-moon-in-albuquerque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-5164887003074953032</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-31T15:35:07.820-10:00</atom:updated><title>Paula Gunn Allen, from Pat Smith, Her Long Time Friend in Albuquerque</title><atom:summary type='text'>Paula Gunn Allen, b.1939, Laguna Pueblo/Sioux/Scots/Lebanese New Mexico native, passed away peacefully on the night of May 29, 2008 at her home in Fort Bragg, California, after a long and courageous battle with lung cancer. Family and friends were at her side.

This poet, philosopher, scholar, and teacher grew up in Cubero, New Mexico. She received her doctorate in American Studies from UNM in </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/paula-gunn-allen-from-pat-smith-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-4433338420379609</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-30T08:34:44.427-10:00</atom:updated><title>Paula Gunn Allen</title><atom:summary type='text'>
Born Oct. 24, 1939, Albuquerque, N.M.,
Died last night in Fort Bragg, CA at 10:40 PM after a struggle with lung cancer.

Fly free.

More later.</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/paula-gunn-allen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-1138227758199185568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-29T09:15:45.528-10:00</atom:updated><title>MNN Column May 2008</title><atom:summary type='text'>I got home from the road and crashed. I crashed flat and hard, like a cartoon. I’d traveled back East several times in one month. I finished a new CD of music, and then drove up to Colorado to have it mastered. (The final cut, “Goin’ Home” features our one and only: Julian B! Mvto Julian! He can sing. He has that deep cut Mvskoke soul.) I’ve learned how to teeter on the edge of exhaustion, and </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/mnn-column-may-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-5951549159951623890</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-27T18:33:47.093-10:00</atom:updated><title>Some Things I Thought I'd Never Do</title><atom:summary type='text'>1. Jump into the deep moving ocean from a boat, swim to and climb into a moving towards you canoe, and paddle. Yesterday I did it, because I took part, as a canoe paddler, in the Hui Nalu 100th anniversary around the island paddle. 

2. Sell fundraiser tickets for huli huli chicken. I have seven tickets to sell at $8.50 apiece to benefit the club. 

3. If you buy a ticket I'll send you a preview </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/some-things-i-thought-id-never-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-3426250976734651829</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T08:50:29.896-10:00</atom:updated><title>How do we come to know?</title><atom:summary type='text'>
"Western education predisposes us to think of knowledge in terms of factual information...By contrast, within the indigenous world the act of coming to know something involves personal transformation."
from F. David Peat, Blackfoot Physics: A Journey Into the Native American Universe
This brings up a quandary I always have when teaching within a western system: how do I bridge this?</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/how-do-we-come-to-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-4018346054630568029</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T09:25:58.196-10:00</atom:updated><title>Professor X's</title><atom:summary type='text'>name: joyce rain anderson
Query: dear joy,
i thought you might be interested in a recent article in the atlantic monthly in which "professor x" discusses how he needs to be the one who destroys the dreams of students, in this case a forty-something woman, who return to college or come to college through means other than the traditional route including high sats or excelling in numerous </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/professor-xs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-7862355735451250668</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-21T15:00:48.182-10:00</atom:updated><title>Happiness</title><atom:summary type='text'>Happiness
by Carl  Sandburg
I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me,   what is happiness.  And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands   of men.  They all shook their heads and gave me a smile, as though I   was trying to fool with them.  And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Des Plaines   River  And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/05/happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-8623976578362280308</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T11:14:38.795-10:00</atom:updated><title>More from Elisa</title><atom:summary type='text'>The following would be my answer.
IS it enough that I write my name and I choose a password
to insert my answer in the blog?
You can check an answer, before posting, can't you?

cari saluti

Elisa

Mrs Harjo, thank you for your answer.
I have written to an Italian TV program and an Italian newspaper about this abuse, but I have got no answer up to now. I will do what Gail is suggesting (thank you</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/more-from-elisa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-6009030313270943118</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-24T06:06:27.733-10:00</atom:updated><title>Letter to the Alaska Daily News regarding Racist Radio Remarks, Excellent Letter</title><atom:summary type='text'>("This Letter was published in the ADN today.  I found it to be a refreshingly progressive statement amidst the sometimes backward opinions I've seen in the letters to the Editor of ADN." from my friend up north  Candyce Childers.)
 
White Alaskans should work toward being gracious guests

As a lifelong white Alaska woman, I have been thinking hard about all of the confusions that enabled my two </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/letter-to-alaska-daily-news-regarding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-7046279654752887476</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T08:57:11.944-10:00</atom:updated><title>In Tucson Two Weeks Ago, the Desert Was Blooming</title><atom:summary type='text'>

Photo c Joy Harjo 2008</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/in-tucson-two-weeks-ago-desert-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-4891391006254022340</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T07:44:09.037-10:00</atom:updated><title>Hate Speech in Anchorage on Station KBFX</title><atom:summary type='text'>Letter to the Editor:
Anchorage Daily News
On April 10, one of the radio personalities "Woody and Wilcox," on Station KBFX, made brutally offensive racial remarks on their morning show. The two were bantering about what it means to be a real Alaskan. One asked the question "Have you ever made love to the Yukon River or peed in a Native woman?" How often have you heard a single sentence that </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/hate-speech-in-anchorage-on-station.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-2859408395357913411</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T10:31:13.488-10:00</atom:updated><title>Earthlink Email Problem Today</title><atom:summary type='text'>If anyone has emailed me today, please try again. I've received only about 5 emails, not my usual 50 or more. When the system goes down like this, all emails sent during this time are lost, not retrievable. 

JH</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/earthlink-email-problem-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-6608255903005164174</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T05:44:51.646-10:00</atom:updated><title>Muscogee Nation News April Column 2007: We Are All Teachers</title><atom:summary type='text'>(Because of the nature of culminating events involving abuse of power by teachers, in my personal and academic life, I've decided to post this column a month ahead of time.)

    We have many teachers in this life. Some are human, some animal, plant, and others who are part of our experience. Some are physical; some not. Our first teachers are our parents. They shape our minds, direct the </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/muscogee-nation-news-april-column-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-1365210633328372633</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T05:40:19.042-10:00</atom:updated><title>Muscogee Nation News March Column 2007</title><atom:summary type='text'>


     Though I landed home two weeks ago, I am still returning from a two-week trip to India, where I spent time primarily in Kolkata (known by it’s Anglicized name as Calcutta), and Shantiniketan, New Delhi and Agra, as well. When traveling it can take awhile for the spirit to catch up to the body.  You literally enter into a different realm. Even flying from Tulsa to Kansas City is a </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/04/muscogee-nation-news-march-column-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-3710275876756861914</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T14:44:24.372-10:00</atom:updated><title>A Request for Help from Italy</title><atom:summary type='text'>Mrs Harjo,

the Lega Nord
an extreme right Italian political party is using
your history, Native American's massacres
for their political campaign

http://www.padovanews.it/content/view/28043/105/

They are comparing the immigration of African and Estern Europe peoples
into Italy to the White invasion in your land...

"They had no rules against immigration, now they are living in reservations"

</atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/03/request-for-help-from-italy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-4004247034286956164</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T05:52:36.615-10:00</atom:updated><title>Slamming, (and I don't mean poetry)</title><atom:summary type='text'>I just opened my mail to a note from one of my friends, a fine poet. She was flying high from a recent gig back East. Then she happened upon a couple of blogs about the event. In both, her reading style was ridiculed, and she is devastated. 
I told her that in my experience, many use their blogs to affect a smug, erudite literary pose.  They want to make themselves look smart because there is </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/03/slamming-and-i-dont-mean-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-7837312943275731509</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-25T15:58:08.617-10:00</atom:updated><title>Blown Away by Poet  Jennifer Bartlett</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tonight I left my stack and horn and crossed the street to hear a reading at Bookworks. I was sorry I could only stay for the opening. The lineup was Jennifer Barlett, Miriam Sagan, Erica Wurth and V.B.Price.  Jennifer Bartlett was first up and as she read all the angst and sadness fell away. We were poetry. We flew. This is why we are here, to make wings of that which has destroyed us.
Here are </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/03/blown-away-by-poet-jennifer-bartlett.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-5993566587536956744</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-25T13:30:57.464-10:00</atom:updated><title>TEACHERS</title><atom:summary type='text'>This morning early I headed out with the Sun to go visit a teacher. She's been a teacher of mine for years, though neither she or I would necessarily couch the relationship in those terms. From her I have learned a reverence for the earth as a being, for the water, a reverence for reverence. I have learned about paying respect for the gifts of the spirit. I have learned to accept the uniqueness </atom:summary><link>http://www.joyharjo.com/news/2008/03/teachers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joy)</author></item></channel></rss>
