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Robert Plant’s Foreword to the Canongate edition of Neither Wolf nor Dog

 

The Voice of the Native Heart

A Foreword by Robert Plant

 

It’s a dirty familiar history

A story of broken treaties, giddy expansion, collision and relocation

Of abuse, denial and unfair advantage

As far from the Lone Ranger as one can imagine

 

For almost fifty years on journeys through the extremes of the New World

I have wrestled with the questions

And carried the weight of empire

 

For many years Kent Nerburn, too,

Has been immersed

In the inflamed frontier that

Separates and divides

 

Neither Wolf nor Dog takes us on a real life journey

Playing out the exhausted residue

The push and pull between our cultures

Bringing into sharp focus the fallout from the European slog

The consuming lurch and stampede for “more”

 

Here is revealed, with beauty and sensitivity,

A world of miracles and connections we can only marvel at

A world that reaches out

Staggering, but still alive,

Despite the havoc of the “covered wagon” and cultural abuse

 

His characters twist and turn the imagination

As they reveal, slowly,

The wonders of the natural world and our relationships within it

 

Kent’s work has been my companion and will always remain so,

Otherworldly and evermore valuable to us

in the confusion of these modern times

This voicing of the remarkable spirit of an amazing people

 


Robert Plant’s Foreword to the Canongate edition of Neither Wolf nor Dog

For those of you who doggedly remain signed up for this website, in a few days I will be printing the wonderful foreword Robert Plant wrote for the UK edition of Neither Wolf nor Dog, which was just published at the beginning of this month. It reads like song lyrics, which should be no surprise. And I would encourage you to check out some of Robert’s recent work. He is much more than Led Zeppelin and “Stairway to Heaven.” Have you changed a bit since 1971?

Look for the Foreword sometime next week.

 


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