It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.
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Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects a deep connection to ravens as symbols of intelligence and a contemplation of death.
In this quote, Louise Erdrich expresses a profound appreciation for ravens, symbolizing their unique intelligence and their role in our understanding of life and death. The wish to transform into ravens suggests a desire to escape mortality and embrace the mystique and wisdom associated with these creatures, highlighting a desire for continuity beyond death.
Themes
RavensDeathIntelligenceLifeDarkness
In practice
Example use cases
During a poetry reading, one might quote this to evoke reflection on mortality and existence.
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