Ruins
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In this poetry collection, Margaret Randall uses the metaphor of ruins to meditate on time's movement--through memory, through cities, through the leavings of history, and through the bodies of people who have experienced time's transformations and traumas. Randall's ruins include not only Chaco Canyon, Hovenweep, Teotihuacan, Machu Picchu, Kiet Siel, Petra, and sites in ancient Greece and Egypt, but also Auschwitz-Birkenau and lives shattered by torture and oppression.
"Always there is that moment of arrival, as another reality rises before me, superimposed upon the one I live today. Sometimes the membrane is torn, and I find myself moving in and out. Boundaries dissolve. A mysterious space, between then and now, warns as it invites: promising revelation and maybe also fresh trauma if I am willing to risk its secrets."--Margaret Randall, in the Introduction
Margaret Randall
Writer and social activist Margaret Randall is the author of more than eighty published books, including To Change the World: My Years in Cuba (2009) and, most recently, As If the Empty Chair / Como si la silla vaca (a bilingual book of poetry) and First Laugh (essays). She lives in Albuquerque.
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Ruins - Margaret Randall
PREFACE An Arrival
For many years I have been drawn to ancient ruins, sites where everything is different but one can still perceive the architecture of community. Landscape, climate, culture, and the passage of time make each of these places unique. Whether what remains stands awesome in great amphitheaters, columns, and facades, or is barely suggested beneath the proud shoulders of unexcavated land, I am transfixed. Hearing Santa Clara scholar and environmentalist Rina Swentzell say, If you think of the sky as the roof of your house, everything is intimate,
introduced me to a new way of perceiving places where those who came before us passed or took up residence.
Always there is that moment of arrival as another reality rises before me, superimposed upon the one I live today. Sometimes the membrane is torn, and I find myself moving in and out. Boundaries dissolve. A mysterious space between Then and Now warns as it invites, promising revelation and maybe also fresh trauma, if I am willing to risk its secrets.
Perhaps I've seen pictures or formed expectations from what others have said (although I do some reading before a first visit, I tend to do much more afterward—my deepest research invariably takes place once I have internalized the site's contours, circularity, voice). Whatever the preparation, nothing can rob that initial moment of its astonishing richness. Weather. Time. Company. No matter the day or situation, wherever and whenever an ancient ruin reveals itself it becomes a part of who I am.
I do not have to actively imagine what life may have been like when what remains was a thriving community or major metropolis. The experience is more holistic; it occurs as if by osmosis. The people themselves come to me. With neither astonishment nor ritual they appear, beckoning me to accompany them in their mundane occupations. And these are not throngs but individuals. Spirits? I wouldn't want to hazard a guess. Suffice it to say that some dimension is breached: the skin of time and linear history, a shape-shifting of energy, memory's direction, the knowledge that tells us less is