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PHOTOGRAPHS OF NATIVE AMERICANS BY EDWARD CURTIS

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My 6 times Great Grandmother was the sister of the Chief of the Mohawk Indians in New York circa 1750. This is part of my biological and spiritual heritage. Tragically, the greatest genocide in the history of Earth was the murder of native people in North and South continents of the Western Hemisphere of Earth, misnamed “America” by European “immigrants”.  It is estimated that as many as 100 million people were killed by disease and warfare waged on them by Caucasian invaders from European countries. By 1900 only about 200,000 Native people remained in North America. A photographer from Seattle, named Edward Curtis, undertook one of the greatest photographic odysseys ever when he set out to document North American Indians in the early 20th century. Today his work fetches record prices but Curtis died in obscurity, along with 100 million people from the Indigenous tribes of people who his photographs preserve as a memorial of their lives.

THE FOLLOWING VIDEO SHOW MANY MORE PHOTOS FROM THE EDWARD CURTIS COLLECTION:

“O FORTUNA”: MISUNDERSTOOD LYRICS ANIMATED

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A brilliant demonstration of how a misunderstood word can have crazy consequences:

O Fortuna” is a medieval Latin Goliardic poem written early in the thirteenth century, part of the collection known as the Carmina Burana. It is a complaint about fate and Fortuna, a goddess in Roman mythology and personification of luck.  In 1935-36, O Fortuna was set to music by the German composer Carl Orff as a part of his cantata Carmina Burana where it is used as the opening and closing number.  “O Fortuna” topped a list of the most-played classical music of the past 75 years in the United Kingdom.

THE ACTUAL LYRICS:

O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

O Fortune,
just like the moon
thou art variable,
always dost thou
wax and wane.
Detestable life,
first dost thou mistreat us,
and then, whimsically,
thou heedest our desires.
As the sun melts the ice,
so dost thou dissolve
both poverty and power.

Monstrous
and empty fate,
thou, turning wheel,
art mean,
voiding
good health at thy will.
Veiled
in obscurity,
thou dost attack
me also.
To thy cruel pleasure
I bare my back.

Thou dost withdraw
my health and virtue;
thou dost threaten
my emotion
and weakness
with torture.
At this hour,
therefore, let us
pluck the strings without
delay.
Let us mourn together,
for fate crushes the brave.