And she who is born,
she who sings and cries,
she who begins the passage, her hair
sprouting out,
her gums budding for her first spring on earth,
the mist still clinging about
her face, puts
her hand
into her father's mouth, to take hold of
his song.
—Galway Kinnell The Book of Nightmares
Friday, February 02, 2007
A good article
There's another good article (by someone very familiar) here, at a site that seems to be increasingly about a small city in the central Caucasus.
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