Surrounded and absorbed, we tread like Etruscans on the edge of useless law; we pray to the giver of prayer, we give the cane whistle in ceremony, we swing the heavy silver chain of incense burners. Migration makes new citizens… — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn Copy Share Image
“The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes sacristans of us all. The old ones go our bail, we oblate preachers of our tribes. Be careful, they say, don't hock the beads of kinship agonies; the moire-effect of unfamiliar hymns upon our own, a change in… — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn Copy Share
The joke used to be that in every Indian home, there is the mother, father, children, grandparents, and the anthropologist. — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn Copy Share Image
Surrounded and absorbed, we tread like Etruscans on the edge of useless law; we pray to the giver of prayer, we give the cane… — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn Copy Share Image
The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes sacristans of… — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn Copy Share Image
