collected/by antoinette nora claypoole (Wild Embers, 2012)
Second Edition of Crow book, March 2012
Dreaming of a True World A Opchine Wala Ohkon by Ed Little Crow is now available in a FULL COLOR, special print edition. With a new afterword by Jaimie Bernhagen. Just released ... March 2012!
This NEW edition is now widely available for distribution to booksellers, libraries and schools everywhere.
FULL COLOR, hard copy edition $18
EBOOK $8
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Dreaming of a True World A Opchine Wala Ohkon, is a collection of poems, stories and memories by Ed Little Crow, Lakota/Dakota veteran of the American Indian Movement/the Seige of Wounded Knee, 1973 and member of the Elder's Council in Southern Oregon.
“Eddie Little Crow is a revered elder, father, bundle keeper and friend. His teachings come from a long unbroken line of traditions that guide him in his daily life. Growing up in the Native way, he continues to pass on knowledge, run ceremonies and counsel those who are in need. This book, A Opchine Wala Ohkon (Lakota for dreaming of a true world) is one of the culminations of his long walk on the Red Road.” --Dan Wahpepah, Anishinabe/Kickapoo, Sac and Fox Drumkeeper, co-founder of Red Earth Descendants (Ashland, Or)
These are Little Crow's writings and thoughts about the world as we find it now, the world as he knew it when he was young. "Dreaming" is a quintessential journey into the borderlands of human survival. Included are his poems from the 1980's and 90's, previously unpublished stories about the American Indian Movement, and commentaries about "being Indian", all transcribed from Little Crow interviews conducted in Ashland, Or. 2006.
Book includes tribute to Dave Chief (RIP 1929-2005), Lakota, photos by antoinette nora claypoole and old AIM images donated by Robert Robideau (RIP Feb. 2009).
Book includes tribute to Dave Chief (RIP 1929-2005), Lakota, photos by antoinette nora claypoole and old AIM images donated by Robert Robideau (RIP Feb. 2009).
Sharon Doubiago, Oregon Literary Arts “poetry book of the year” award winner, praises Little Crow's new work:
“If I had a horse I would ride
To the thundering fall
To taste the brother hood floating free in this land of our seed....
There are no elders anymore to make predictions or prophecies to teach people,
especially young people, children, how to live in this alienation….”
But Ed Little Crow is our elder and he is teaching us here in his words and thoughts collected by Wild Embers”
photos/intro by antoinette nora claypoole
archived AIM images donated by Robert Robideau, Anishinabe/Ojibway (RIP Feb. 2009)
stories, poems, memories
by Ed Little Crow
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Ed Little Crow is Lakota, Dakota member of the Elders Council in S. Oregon, veteran of the Seige of Wounded Knee, 1973, father and poet. His years as a quiet, steady force in the Oregon communities within which he has lived, worked and prayed have etched themselves into the psyche of all he meets.
His new, first book A Opchine Wala Ohkon (means "dreaming of a True World"in Lakota) is a small collection of his poems, stories and memories as gathered from his days in Eugene and Ashland, Oregon.
His new, first book A Opchine Wala Ohkon (means "dreaming of a True World"in Lakota) is a small collection of his poems, stories and memories as gathered from his days in Eugene and Ashland, Oregon.
EXCERPTS from Crow book
"Within the cages of life"
from Dreaming of a True World
by Ed Little Crow
from Dreaming of a True World
by Ed Little Crow
A light with in glows
We see vision
As in our cloth beds
We dream
Of a time in history
When before us a quality of life
That once came to us
From nature
So at a time in life
Chained to a reality
Like as in prison
Life as we have know it
Passes us by
As we find ways to survive
The way of life which has endured remains forever
poem
Forgive me
For this is to much
I am a Indian soul
Trapped blocked by concrete forms
And chaotic carelessness
Listen and you can hear my ancestors
Voicing their discontent at the broken hoop
A tribe with out a golden dream
I am in a old state
With out a eagle
Only the foreshadowing of clouds against the sun
from the dissolution of a broken promise
A lonely cell
A dim bar
An unmarked grave
A lonely figure , uncertain, afraid
An object of alcohol jail, prisons and drugs a social misfit
An object of abuse and social scorn
Accepted only in handsome dress
And appearance
An object of judicial tongue lashing
Law and social abuse
I am a Indian soul trapped in a pale obscurity
I had an american dream
Until the memory of that dream
Turned into a nightmare
A savage
I was
In the rising sun
Baptized , civilized, Christianized
I have nowhere to go
If I had horse I would ride
To the thundering falls
To taste the brother hood floating free in this land
Of our seed
For there is no rainbow
In this country of displacement
The woman of my long waiting is with me now
On one autumn night the only woman I will ever love
Will lay in a peaceful sleep
Dreaming of a true world of right to come
As in a world of dissolution
We forgive
The people who believe
That each are trapped in a social net
Forgive the young
For tomorrow is just as much theirs as it is ours
And we want to do the right
Just passing through
People don’t want to believe
The badness and abuse
Or that all of america
Is being destroyed
Both north and south
Land ripped open left unhealed
Forests decimated
Or turned into artificial tree farms
Rivers, lakes, and oceans
Are being polluted
Asphalt concrete and plastic jungles
Of European culture
Are leaving behind decaying ruins filled with the rejected sectors
of human society
A thundering that no longer clashes
Because of an Indian soul longing to be free
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