![]() ![]() ![]() "The Rope" by Loren Eiseley (From Notes of an Alchemist) I used to carry a frayed rope in my hand upon the speaker's rostrum, try to tell my students this: that there was a similar rope as loosely frayed that bound them to the past, a rope that somewhere ran to an old salt-oozing eye in the deep sea, and that strange eye still stared from underneath their brows full at me, just as the interlocked vertebrae of their dextrous spines was long ago a fish's gift, just as their lungs had labored gasping in a swamp to serve a fish's needs, and these frayed strands of the rope I held ran back and back to individual and diverse times in sea and swamp and forest, twisted finally into our living substance, hidden in ourselves that code of DNA, that secret spiral ladder made up of bits and pieces of the past that never dies but lives entwined in us, our spines up-tilted in a forest attic our foot, so tendon-bound and twisted over, a re-engineered bent climbing pad renewed to walk on grass our fingers quick with stones our brains dreaming lost ancient dreams as well as throwing ropes in the air as though to catch what is uncatchable - the future. Notes of an Alchemist by Eiseley, Loren About This Item Reviews Details Terms of Sale About the Seller Collecting the Civil Rights Movement Collect. ![]()
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