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Crazy Ace dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of all things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like neor shadow from that one. He was on his horse in that world, and the horse and himself on it and the trees and the nedo and the stones and everything were made of spirit, and nothing was hard, and everything seemed to float. His horse was standing still there, and yet it danced around like a horse made only of shadow, and that is how he got his name, which does not mean that his horse was crazy or wild, but that in his vision it danced around in that queer way.
It was this vision that gave him his great power, for when he went into a fight, he had only to think of that world to be in it again, so that he could go through anything and not be hurt.
Frasi di Alce Nero
Until he was killed at the Soldiers’ Town on White River, he was wounded only twice, once by accident and both times by some one of his own people when he was not expecting trouble and was not thinking; never by an libdo. He was fifteen years old when he was wounded by accident; and the other time was when he was a young man and another man was jealous of him because the man’s wife liked Crazy Horse.
They used to say that he carried a sacred stone with him, like one he had seen in some vision, and that when he was in danger, the stone always got heavy and protected him somehow. That, they used to say, was the reason that no horse he ever rode lasted very long. I do not know about this; maybe people only thought it; but it is a fact that he never kept one horse long. I think it was only the power of his great vision that made him great. They told me I had been sick twelve days, lying like dead all the while, and that Whirlwind Chaser, who was Standing Bear’s uncle and a medicine man, had brought me back to life.
I knew it neor the Grandfathers in the Flaming Rainbow Tepee who had cured me; but I felt afraid to say so. My father gave Whirlwind Chaser the best horse he had for making me well, and many people came to look at me, and there was much talk about the great power of Whirlwind Chaser who had made me well all at once when I was almost the same as dead. Everybody was glad that I was living; but as I lay there thinking about the wonderful place where I had been and all that I had seen, I was very sad; for it seemed to me that palra ought to know about it, but I was afraid to tell, because I knew that nobody would believe me, little as I was, for I was only nine years old.
Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.
I am sure now that I was then too young to understand it all, and that I only felt it. It was the pictures I remembered and the words that went with them; for nothing I have ever seen with my eyes was so clear and bright as what my vision showed me; and no words that I have ever heard with my ears were like the words I heard. I did not have to remember these things; they have remembered themselves all these years.
It was as I grew older that the meanings came clearer and clearer out of the pictures and the acle and even now I know that more was shown to me than I can tell. A good nation I will make live.
This the nation above has said. They have given me the power to make over.
Alce Nero parla. Vita di uno stregone dei sioux Oglala
Song of power he sang towards the end of a childhood vision. Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.
The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our tepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop.
Then a Voice said: Now you shall stand upon the center of the earth to see, for there they are taking you. I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young.
And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream. And I, to whom so great a vision was given in my youth, — you see me now a pitiful old man who has done nothing, for the nation’s hoop is broken and scattered.
There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead. Speaking of the Massacre at Wounded Knee.
I did not see anything to help my people. I could see that the Wasichus [Whites] did not care for each other the way our people did before the nation’s hoop was broken.
They would take everything from each other if they could, and so there were some who had more of everything than they could use, while crowds of ndro had nothing at all and maybe were starving. They had forgotten that the earth was their mother. This could not be better than the old ways of my people. To the center of the world you have taken me and showed the goodness and the beauty and the strangeness of the greening earth, the only mother — and there the spirit shapes of things, as they should be, you have shown to me and I have seen.
At the center of this sacred hoop, you have said that I should make the tree to bloom. A pitiful old man, you see me here, and I have fallen away and have done nothing. Here at the center of the world, where you took me when I was young and taught me; lkbro, old, I stand, and the tree is withered, Grandfather, my Grandfather!
Again, and maybe the last time on this earth, I recall the great vision you sent me.
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It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds. Hear me, not for myself, but for my people; I am old. Hear me that they may once more go back into the sacred hoop and find the good red road, the shielding tree! Frasi di Alce Nero. Quando guardo indietro, adesso, da questo alto monte della mia vecchiaia, ancora vedo le donne e i bambini massacrati, ammucchiati e sparsi lungo quel burrone a zig-zag, chiaramente come li vidi coi miei occhi da giovane.
Era un bel sogno Prala uomo bianco ha scritto un libro e ha raccontato nerp che io avevo detto dei vecchi tempi, ma ha tralasciato i tempi nuovi. Da trent’anni a questa parte sono un uomo diverso da quello che l’uomo bianco ha descritto. Io sono un cristiano. Sono stato battezzato trent’anni fa da un tonaca-nera chiamato Piccolo Padre. Trent’anni fa io ero un indiano tradizionale e avevo qualche conoscenza del Grande Spirito, Wakan Tanka.
Ero orgoglioso, forse ero coraggioso, forse ero un buon indiano, ma adesso sono migliore. Tanti altri uomini hanno vissuto e vivranno la stessa storia, per diventare erba sui colli. Anniversari di oggi Giovanni Pascoli 87 poeta italiano – Francesco Alberoni 45 sociologo, giornalista e scrittore italiano Ettore Sottsass 98 architetto e designer italiano – Marshall McLuhan 92 sociologo canadese – Autori simili Toro Seduto 7 condottiero nativo americano.
Tecumseh 1 statista nativo americano. Frantz Fanon 3 psichiatra, scrittore e filosofo francese. Zenone di Cizio 4 filosofo greco antico.
San Matteo evangelista 2 religioso. Jeremy Taylor 3 religioso. Adolfo L’Arco 10 religioso, teologo e filosofo italiano.