[Please, as ever, just keep scrolling down for all the EZLN translations - and some of them, of late, are exceptionally, um, lengthy, so feel free to keep on, and you shall soon come to others with a tad more brevity…plus that money shot, as well as other naughty and nice Parlour items]
Today was the second of the series of 6 meetings to be held in the Selva to discuss the Sexta. According to today’s reports, there were representatives from some 60 indigenous groups, ready to chat and be chatted up, share pozol and perspective.
The zapatour – the schedule for the extended jaunt the zapatistas will be taking out of zapatista lands - is to be announced September 16.
Now, once again back to guiding you through the waters below, the cascades and rivulets of words.
But I shall digress momentarily, because words and rivulets put me in mind [yes, I do have certain recurring themes in head and heart] of a little paper boat floating down a river, once upon a time. Carrying, or comprising, a note as I recall. I so hope others remember that image.
And then there was the little tree, the arbolito. Who was required to move from place to place.
Little things. Something about the diminutive enchants and enthralls. You have to move close to see it, to touch it. It requires nurture and thoughtfulness, a careful eye even to notice it, let alone learn it.
I have collected masks since I was 5. Of course. Long before all the current ones.
And my first was velvet and very old, attached to a thin tortoise wand. For flirting, of course, and magnificently.
But the one that owns my soul, literally, is the one that always, wherever I am, sits above my desk. I found it in a shop in San Juan years ago. Copper, tarnished, exquisite. And perched on its brow, also in copper, a tiny lizard. The artist who made it had given it the proper name:
"Guardian of Small Creatures."
Yes, well, more than enough of boring everyone silly.
The waters below:
The last post, a letter from Marcos to Don Fermín, is another response to a Letter to the Editor in La Jornada. It’s lengthy, but in a good and comprehensive way. Take the time.