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In 1528, a Spanish expedition was shipwrecked in the Gulf of Mexico. Eight years later only four men remained alive. One of the four, Cabeza de Vaca, later published an account of what occurred. Naked and enslaved, de Vaca was stripped of all he possessed, then underwent an extraordinary transformation. The Ecstasy of Cabeza de Vaca is Keith Hill's masterful retelling of Cabeza de Vaca's story. This is a heartbreaking account of courage and faith, barbarity and miracles, that transports us to the limits of human experience. EXCERPT Nine days we walked that coast. My one unshakable vow made on…mehr

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In 1528, a Spanish expedition was shipwrecked in the Gulf of Mexico. Eight years later only four men remained alive. One of the four, Cabeza de Vaca, later published an account of what occurred. Naked and enslaved, de Vaca was stripped of all he possessed, then underwent an extraordinary transformation. The Ecstasy of Cabeza de Vaca is Keith Hill's masterful retelling of Cabeza de Vaca's story. This is a heartbreaking account of courage and faith, barbarity and miracles, that transports us to the limits of human experience. EXCERPT Nine days we walked that coast. My one unshakable vow made on the altar of my determined heart was never to surrender never to allow this gruelling wilderness to grind us dust to dust. My two companions were not as strong as me but they were part now of my heart's promise and I happily supplied the drive for three. This is what a leader does: he fights to place one foot, one body one heart in front of the other cajoling, pushing, demanding to ensure our carcasses did not add to the fated toll this coast took on its transients. Such is the ignorance of man that he apes authority and proclaims himself a primate power over his fellow creatures (even if his motive is protection and care) when each man's projected will is but one strand in the intertwined tracks we tread through the world's troubled choices. I had yet much to learn of what truly chooses our course through life. My first lesson occurred on the ninth day of this our southward trek.
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The poet has spent most of his life mooching around. Seeking inspiration, he attended a celebrated writing course, but was soon noticed and ordered to leave. He won a prize once, but left it on the bus and never saw it again. The poet accepts children are required to continue the species, but let's face it, how many more do we need? The poet has spent way too many years staring into his shadow. Sad.