Leslie Marmon Silko
Leslie Marmon Silko
Leslie Marmon Silkois a Laguna Pueblo writer and one of the key figures in the First Wave of what literary critic Kenneth Lincoln has called the Native American Renaissance...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth5 March 1948
CountryUnited States of America
snow sorrow wool
the snow ... came in thick tufts like new wool - washed before the weaver spins it.
grows
Things which don't shift and grow are dead things.
writing doe useless
I don't make outlines or plans because whenever I do, they turn out to be useless. It is as if I am compelled to violate the scope of any outline or plan; it is as if the writing does not want me to know what is about to happen.
important stories littles
The story was the important thing and little changes here and there were really part of the story. There were even stories about the different versions of stories and how they imagined the differing versions came to be.
war indian
The Indian wars have never ended in the Americas.
class years graduates
Fortunately, her year of graduate classes prepared her for obnoxious conduct.
sweet night wings
Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.
world flesh spirit
the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything!
long alive long-time
Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.
wall doctors white
For a long time he had been white smoke. He did not realize that until he left the hospital, because white smoke had no consciousness of itself. It faded into the white world of their bed sheets and walls; it was sucked away by the words of doctors who tried to talk to the invisible scattered smoke... They saw his outline but they did not realize it was hollow inside.
real use calendars
Time limits are fictional. Losing all sense of time is actually the way to reality. We use clocks and calendars for convenience sake, not because that kind of time is real.
growing-up stories able
To be able to make up stories has been a great gift to me from my ancestors and from the storytellers who were so numerous at Laguna Pueblo when I was growing up. I learned to read as soon as I could because I wanted stories without having to depend on adults to tell or read stories to me.
dawn hills sand
Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.
pay courses felt
The truth of course was otherwise, but Lecha had never felt she owed anyone the truth, unless it was truth about their own lives, and then they had to pay her to tell them.