American Indian http://mtpr.org en "Pow-wow Fever" http://mtpr.org/post/pow-wow-fever <p></p> Mon, 23 Jun 2014 16:59:26 +0000 Minerva Allen 20915 at http://mtpr.org "Pow-wow Fever" Flood Song http://mtpr.org/post/flood-song <p>He wanted to hold back gas-soaked doves with a questioning glance;<br />he wanted the clock to tick, downwind from this gavel and pew,<br />from this leash, bucket, drainpipe, and mildewed cracker,<br />from the mind's muddy swan served on a platter with lemon rids,<br />from spiders scurrying over its bone-polished surface,<br />from crosshatches punched into its shredded time card,<br />from the desert near the tree line where the molting must have begun,<br />where crushed bodies heave warm, jellylife,<br />in the thicket at the foot of the wandering, Mon, 14 Apr 2014 15:13:57 +0000 Sherwin Bitsui 17615 at http://mtpr.org Flood Song Beyond Stereotypes of American Indian Women http://mtpr.org/post/beyond-stereotypes-american-indian-women <p><span class="piece-description-lead">During this program Julie Cajune — an American Indian storyteller, educator, and actress — talks about writing the stories in <span class="piece-description-lead">her one-woman play titled “Belief.”</span> She also describes the process of collaborating with writer and poet Jennifer Finley and stage director Linda Grinde </span></p><p><span class="piece-description-lead">"Belief" is a multidimensional performance, a unique mixture of interconnected Salish women’s stories, poetry, and live music.</span></p><p></p> Wed, 12 Mar 2014 12:15:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 16028 at http://mtpr.org Beyond Stereotypes of American Indian Women "Children of Snow" http://mtpr.org/post/children-snow <p><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; for my Children</em><br /><br />I try to stay snow that my children wish<br />would come hard in Missoula, come hard<br />in me. There is fun in me like children<br />of fox and geese, sleds without tracks,<br />without worry. Yet this winter weighs heavy<br />as wet snow as I visit Welch and ramble<br />wishing for right time for ripe snow.<br /> Mon, 03 Feb 2014 13:29:00 +0000 Victor Charlo 14002 at http://mtpr.org "Children of Snow" Still Here: Not Living in Tipis http://mtpr.org/post/still-here-not-living-tipis <p>San Francisco Bay-area photographer Sue Reynolds and American Indian poet Victor Charlo talk about their book, <a href="http://www.blurb.com/b/4608623-still-here-not-living-in-tipis" target="_blank">Still Here: Not Living in Tipis</a>.</p><p>In this first collaborative photo-poetry book between a white urban photographer and a reservation Indian, Sue Reynolds' images and Salish poet Victor Charlo's poems tell a story of resurrection in the face of long odds. The book includes forty-five color photos and five Salish poems. A percentage of sales goes to American Indian College Fund.</p> Wed, 22 Jan 2014 13:28:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 13721 at http://mtpr.org Still Here: Not Living in Tipis "Dreaming Winter" http://mtpr.org/post/dreaming-winter <p>Don't ask me if these knives are real.<br />I could paint a king or show a map<br />the way home—to go like this:<br />Wobble me back to a tiger's dream<br />a dream of knives and bones too common<br />to be exposed. My secrets are ignored.<br /><br />Here comes the man I love. His coat is wet<br />and his face is falling like the leaves,<br />tobacco stains on his Polish teeth.<br />I could tell jokes about him—one up<br />for the man who brags a lot, laughs<br />a little and hangs his name on the nearest knob.<br />Don't ask me. I know it's only hunger.<br /> Mon, 20 Jan 2014 13:23:00 +0000 James Welch 13715 at http://mtpr.org "Dreaming Winter" A Response to 'Perma Red,' a novel by Debra Earling http://mtpr.org/post/response-perma-red-novel-debra-earling <p><em>For the last several years, <a href="http://www.cas.umt.edu/english/people/facultydetails.cfm?id=1427" target="_blank">Robert Stubblefield</a> has invited me to talk about <a href="http://www.mtpr.org/twq" target="_blank">The Write Question</a> with students in one of the classes he teaches at the University of Montana. We talk about specific programs, which, if students have done their homework assignments, they've listened to. Then I answer questions about the process of reading, interviewing, and creating programs for radio and the Web. Fri, 06 Dec 2013 13:00:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 12013 at http://mtpr.org A Response to 'Perma Red,' a novel by Debra Earling Crow Indian Culture in Poetry by Henry Real Bird http://mtpr.org/post/crow-indian-culture-poetry-henry-real-bird <p>Henry Real Bird talks about Crow Indian culture and reads poems from his new collection, <a href="http://www.factandfictionbooks.com/book/9780988316645" target="_blank">Wolf Teeth</a>. He also sings a poem.</p><p><strong>About Henry Real Bird's poetry:</strong></p> Wed, 20 Nov 2013 13:39:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 11367 at http://mtpr.org Crow Indian Culture in Poetry by Henry Real Bird "River" http://mtpr.org/post/river <p>Do not murder the man whose<br />grandfather stole land from<br />your grandfather. Do not make<br />your grandchildren, who will<br />love you no matter what, decide<br />whether or not to tell the truth or<br />live like hollow stems.<br /><br />Don't let rage become a flash<br />flood, or a lightning bolt that<br />strikes you again and again.<br /><br />Would you save every tissue you<br />blew snot into? No, we cannot<br />save everything.<br /><br />Maybe we can't save anything<br />or anybody except ourselves.<br /><br />Some animals evolved from the Mon, 28 Oct 2013 12:00:00 +0000 Jennifer Greene 9981 at http://mtpr.org "River" "Magic Fox" http://mtpr.org/post/magic-fox <p>They shook the green leaves down,<br />those men that rattled<br />in their sleep. Truth became<br />a nightmare to their fox.<br />He turned their horses into fish,<br />or was it horses strung<br />like fish, or fish like fish<br />hung naked in the wind?<br /><br />Stars fell upon their catch.<br />A girl, not yet twenty-four<br />but blonde as morning birds, began<br />a dance that drew the men in<br />green around her skirts.<br />In dust her magic jangled memories<br />of dawn, till fox and grief<br />turned nightmare in their sleep.<br /><br />And this: fish not fish but stars Mon, 07 Oct 2013 17:37:36 +0000 James Welch 9341 at http://mtpr.org "Magic Fox"