Irene Villaseñor

Some Tale Told By The Savages

Cook's map is defective.  Impossible for me to correct I ran along shore for two miles to avoid going too near the reefs which lie parallel	 the coast is very flat, then it rises abruptly the sea was breaking fiercely.		I skirted this lonely beach		I could have ascertained our position			in order to get quickly away	My search was fruitless.
	I realized the truth.		 The only mistake was			confidence		in the sailors of the Astrolabe.,		 I found it painful to see<br />
what a poor attitude 			showed.	I am now facing the unhappy consequences of the indifference. 		But it is an evil that nothing can remedy	and to which it is better to shut one's eyes.<br />
 Jules Sébastien César Dumont D'Urville, “JOURNEY FROM HOUA-HOUA [TOLAGA] BAY TO OUR DEPARTURE FROM WANGARI BAY,” New Zealand Electronic Text Collection, nzetc.victoria.ac.nz/tm/scholarly/tei-WriNewZ-t1-g1-t2-body-d5.html#n150.

Some Tale Told By The Savages

by Irene Villaseñor | listen to the poem

  Irene Villaseñor is a poet and community-centered artist whose work explores lineage, migration, colonial archives, family stories, and the ways diasporic and Indigenous communities survive and create meaning. Her writing appears in Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color, Queer Nature: An Ecoqueer Poetry Anthology, Nat. Brut, Cream City Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Yellow Medicine Review, and elsewhere.

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