So go on down to that big old river and sit on down amongst a million lonely stones. Contemplate your past and your future, where they collide. There isn’t really much worse a man can do than kill another man – destroy his gods, his belief. Truth is you can do it any number of ways – words, lies, deceit – try to break his spirit. It can be damn hard not to give way to your anger if vengeance, revenge or retribution are on your mind. A flood comes suddenly and without warning. The river song: a complex intertwined sequence of real experience, fictional events and the influence, recollected, of a million literary tragedies…of dynasties and histories, rendered unto dust…and washed away…Each river is a beautifully human and poignant book- a condensed history of human experience.
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..Before mankind filled our heads with illusion and filled our hearts with lead we could define ourselves by our rivers and our mountains. We stood in good relation to the earth, took what we needed, we didn`t measure the harvests of our environment in profit. We measured in participation and celebration. A pantheistic way, a reason for celebration. The Rakaia River Murder tells of a Trail of Tears, in dead landscape metaphor, vengeance, redemption and freedom. … are you dead already? Hollow?
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