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“They say it came from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it was the death bane of the Tainos, uttered just as one world perished and another began; that it was a demon drawn into Creation through the nightmare door that was cracked open in the Antilles. Fukú americanus, or more colloquially, ´Ú³Ü°ìú - generally a curse or doom of some kind; specifically the Curse and the Doom of the New World.

No matter what its name or provenance, it is believed that the arrival of Europeans on Hispaniola unleashed ´Ú³Ü°ìú on the world, and we've all been in the shit ever since.”
― Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“They say it came first from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it was the death bane of the Thainos, uttered just as one world perished and another began; that it was a demon drawn into Creation through the nightmare door that was cracked open in the Antilles. Fukú Americanus, or more colloquially, ´Ú³Ü°ìú-generally a curse or a doom of some kind; specifically the Curse and Doom of the New World.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Oh Paris

From red to green all the yellow dies away

Paris Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the Antilles

The window opens like an orange

The beautiful fruit of light

("Windows")”
― Guillaume Apollinaire, Zone

“Aisling tumbled out, his gold eyes going wild about the room to take in all of them. His beak clicked as he worked it in silence. Then, as the breaking of ice may bring a cascade of water from winter’s falls, the griffin’s voice—no longer that small shrill copy of Taryn’s, but his own true voice—poured plaintively from him. “Mom!â€�
Taryn jerked around, her mouth dropping open.
Aisling bounded toward her and she swept him up into a tight embrace. He clutched at her shoulders with his talons, burying his head under her chin, and cried, “Mom! Yoo…rrrrr…oh…kay!�
“Great gods,� Antilles heard himself say and he shot Tonka a startled glance. “He cannot be speaking?!�
The horseman merely smiled. “And why not?� he murmured, resettling himself on his padded bolster. “For has he not been a miracle from the very first?�
“You’re talking,� Taryn cried, true delight painting itself over the grief that had seemed to mask her since the dawning of this terrible day. She was radiant once more, burning with a joy and a healing light all its own as she hugged her griffin close. “Oh, my fierce prince! My big boy!�
“Yoo…rrrr…Ai-sing,� whispered the griffin. His raptor’s eyes flicked to Antilles and his naked wings fluttered. “Tilly. Yoo…rrrr…sun-shy?�
Taryn giggled, her face pressed to fur.
“Aye, lad,â€� Antilles said, tossing his broken horn. “My sun and my moon and all my starry skies.”
― R. Lee Smith, The Wizard in the Woods