Mental
Midgets
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Musqonocihte
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Twin books from the creator of TuTu Hockey
trace. lara. hentz
02018
Native American Studies | Creative Non-Fiction
Mental Midgets | Musqonocihte © 02018 Trace Lara Hentz (01956— ). All rights reserved.
This TWIN book is a collection of factoids, thoughts, quips, code, quotes, photos, thought bombs, creative non-fiction, Native American history and prose. And it’s short.
Musqonichte translates Blue Sky.
Photos by t l hentz… Quotes sourced.
Blue Hand Books, GREENFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS 01301
ISBN: 9781731074010
First Edition
Advance Praise
"Prepare yourself for a short journey into a long reality.
Do yourself a favor and read and reread with an opening mind.
This author knows of what she writes....."
—Author-poet-medium MariJo Moore
Right on. Right on. Right on. With clarity of heart and soul, Trace Laura Hentz writes poetry and prose that resonates and illuminates the unfortunate typical burdens of our time. Mental Midgets is filled with an astute perspective that is missing from mass media stories. Through the resonance of her writing, those of us who feel weighted by the burdens of our era, Hentz’s words help lift us up as we feel less alone and less singular in our attempts to reassert the values for non-greediness, non-racism, and non-bullying in our multicultural society.
As well as perceptive observations of the tRUMP crisis, Hentz writes of our enduring indigenous spirit that lives on and on even as the impact of centuries of human rights abuses against Native American peoples remain intertwined amongst us. Hentz writes of the spirit, love, and light that holds us together; within ourselves, with one another, and amidst our beloved ancestors.
—Poet Anecia Tretikoff
Writer KC Redding emailed: I like the format of Midgets, the way each work sneaks up on you by yelling in your ear first. Kind of reminds me of walk softly, big stick words...
Has my brain shrunk already? —Jake’s dog walker, Rhode Island.
Can you hear me now?
We humans are made Mental Midgets for a purpose.
First it’s funny … then it’s not and then it hurts.
Tick Tock—electronics are actually shortening our life.
CODE: Our Shrinking Brains (and covfefe)
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For your personal safety
Wear GOLD HATS
&
Eat PINEAPPLES
Code
The tools we think we are using also use us: They push us around, make us think new things, do new things, even be new things. Language is no different, of course, although in its supremacy and ubiquity, it is even more elusive, difficult to perceive. The very words you are looking at right now are like compact little cryptograms—a written convention, talking back at you in codes. Poetry is language speaking for itself. —Jamie Allen
Neil Young
“I'm not sure that everything I write is mine,” the musician claimed. “I think some of it just comes through me. Writing is not like thinking: thinking involves logic, and when I'm writing a song, I try not to judge what I'm doing until I'm finished. I try to be open and follow the muse wherever it goes. And if it's not around, I don't push it. There's no sense in trying to fan a flame if there's no flame.”
Do you speak in code?
Here is another reason why communication between people is so darn difficult. We all have differing backgrounds, experiences, preferences, biases, needs and wants—and all of these things affect how we string words together to express our thoughts. This is the reason why several people who have heard the same person speak will take away very different messages. Each person listens through her own filters of experience and may apply different meaning to the same sets of words, or may place different levels of importance on one part of the message over another. —Author Catherine Wakelin
Pig Latin is a pseudo-language that is another way of speaking in code. It's a little more common and a little easier to deduce. "Pig Latin" would become ig-pay Atin-lay.
(I’m AceeTray)
Mental Midgets
(everything in six words)
“You’ll be dead in an hour.”
“I hired someone to be me.”
It’s done. It’s over. It’s time.
Don’t stop. Drive thru the barricade.
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Greed overcame common decency.
Murder? Judges condemned them to suicide.
Doctors threw themselves off tall buildings.
Skyscrapers, hospitals, scenes of the crime.
Wives, children, yachts, mansions: empty.
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Mom (demented) left me everything, broke.
Why’d you do that to him?
You broke me. Straight into bankruptcy.
He stole everything, including your money.
Now you’re dead, you obviously know.
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They want us all dead, right?
You cannot grow spiritually this way
Injustice is their way of control
Globally... locally...centuries of dishonor
Welcome to the soul factory
Nine words
(everything in nine words)
you do not knowyou do not know
I am
i break
i bend
hope is
hope is
hope
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