Page 6 - How Coosaponakeesa Demonstrated Her Literacies
This excerpt, written in the first person, presents a figure reading, writing, and moving within a space that is both natural and constructed, perhaps by “god.” For Foerster and Coosaponakeesa, how does place function as a source of literacies? How might place be read? How might place be written? What role does memory play? In what ways are Coosaponakeesa’s texts imaginative and poetic? In what ways is Foerster’s poem diplomatic and political? In what ways are they part of the same Creek tradition of hidden literacies?In the last days of my marriage to god,
I wandered his spiraled library to read in the dark blank imprints of trees.
Relentless navigation through the stacks
of shell-tempered mortuary offerings,
sandstone saws recovered from the caves.
I lingered on the stairs of the convent
to write these things, to recollect myself.
Around midnight the mountains returned.
The clouds dispersed into semicolons
and I with them, into a new language,
its boat temporary, invisible.
I knew I would be traveling like this
for centuries. This was my first attempt
at vanishing. I would return before
anyone noticed poems to be found
in the forest, not the mind.
There’s a canyon between this version of me
and the shadow in the corner that is mine.
I wear this canyon like a blank eye.