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two more from the heart

Rachel and Kiota share some startling correspondences.

Rachel was born in Olympia and died in a war zone. Kiota grew up in a war zone [the same two warring countries as Rachel's] and died in Olympia. Both were committed career writers and both shared dreams of getting published someday. Both wrote pieces for college credit. It was the same college. And the same program. Ten years after Rachel walked the campus between creative writing classes for the first time, Kiota walked in her footsteps on the same walkways [it's a very small campus.]

Rachel and Kiota were both involved with efforts to help the homeless in downtown Olympia. I imagine that Kiota's pictures of Dudeman and D.O.G. were not all that different from those helped by Rachel. Kiota's are still up on her DeviantArt website.

Both were childhood writers and each one of them wrote on death. These pieces date from the time they were both exactly fourteen years old, plus a couple of months. Completely different perspectives: Rachel had lost a grandmother and Kiota had lost a hospital friend to suicide and was on her journeys to losing herself. One poem journeys upwards and the other downwards.

And I find the reference to strangling...... well,...eerie.

Rachel from May 19, 1993:

Death smells like homemeade applesauce as it cooks on the stove.
It is not the strangling scent of illness.
It is not fear.
It is freedom.
Death is warmth as it melts into refreshing coldness.
Death has friendly hands that gently guide you.
They are calm and they do not push.
Death is a long walk through a mountain meadow and somehow your steps seem to carry you down through the mountains and into the gentle swells of ocean.
As carelessly as before, you walk down into the depths of the water.
The fins of fish stroke your face.

::: ::: ::: ::: :

Kiota from July 4, 2003:

To the stars you said we'd go.
To their faroff, faroff glow.
To their infinite height,
To those pinpoints of light.
Remove my badges, my uniform,
Let me out of this thunderstorm.
Leave my guns, my weapons fair --
I don't need them over there.
Take me out of this battlefield,
Let my old wounds be healed.
Don't want to see, no -- no more bloodshed,
Just want to go to the stars....
We'll go together, leave this place,
Go out flying, into space.
Forget it all, we'll start anew,
We will get a different view
For we'll be looking to the stars.

Only let me sleep briefly,
Only for a minute, two or three,
Let me briefly slip away
It will still be, still be okay,
We'll still be gone to the stars.


Kiota's lyrics were also set to original music.

Rachel's work (C) 2008 by Craig and Cindy Corrie. Kiota's (C) Kiota Bandal, 2003, and The Estate of Anna Rosenfeld.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 26th, 2008 02:19 pm (UTC)
Hm, interesting coincidences. Both see death as freedom. But Rachel writes as if she is talking to others ("you"; perhaps trying to explain and find peace in her grandmother's passing), whereas Kiota writes death is freedom for herself and her friend ("we"). Is this the friend that hung himself and Kiota told the staff beforehand? If so, he actually survived, somehow.
May. 26th, 2008 02:35 pm (UTC)
Think that Rachel is using a generalized "you", meaning everybody. Kiota's focus is much more personal. And, yes, I was referring to Avikhai although I am not sure how the songwriting links up to the actual dates she was locked up [which I think I recall was four months.] I thought I remembered something about the survival, somehow...did she write a post about it?
May. 26th, 2008 02:41 pm (UTC)
Yes, that's what I meant, everybody. I think she may have wrote a post about it somewhere, I seem to recall one. But on that writing website (Progressive-something, right?) someone commented on him committing suicide, and she replied that he survived.
May. 26th, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
Yeah, here it is www.progressiveu.org a great place for her to write and debate, she posted her whole essay there first to get reactions / feedback, that's where the comment probably is. Thanks, KA !!
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