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LA ÑAPA

In Dominican Spanish la ñapa refers to "the little extra" added on at the end. Just when you thought you'd gotten all that you would get, along comes your ñapa, like a baker's dozen, with one more kiss, one more pastelito, one more mango at the mercado.

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Naming the Animals
No Longer With Us

If you go to 350.org, you can watch what the whole world did on October 24, 2009, as part of the International Day of Climate Action. (Both D.R. and Middlebury are represented in the global website slide show!)

We gathered in the rainy Green of Middlebury for a potluck with 350 dishes. We listened to a line up of kids from 3rd grade to 9th read a roll call of 350 extinct animals. I followed up with reading Naming the Animals, a poem from The Woman I Kept To Myself, which I include below. Even the Jack O'Lanterns went green!

Now the hard work starts! But it was definitely an exciting day, being part of a global green moment as the 350 slide show shows. Hope wherever you were, you thought of what we might all do next.

Julia

A happy 350 cupcake eater! The cupcakes were one of 350 dishes for the 350 potluck in Middlebury.
A happy 350 cupcake eater!
Even the Jack O'Lanterns went green!
Even the Jack O'Lanterns went green!
The line up of kids from 3rd grade to 9th reading a roll call of 350 extinct animals.
The line up of kids from 3rd grade to 9th reading a roll call of 350 extinct animals.

Let's name the animals no longer with us,
except in language: start with the dodo,
the Haitian long-tongued bat, the dwarf emu,
the laughing owl, the eastern buffalo.
And then animals like the nukupuu,
the lorikeet, the broad-faced potoroo,
whose absences don't sadden me as much
as I can't put a picture to their names:
two potoroos, say, lounging in their den
with baby potoroos clambering over them.
I think of Adam watching the parade
of just-created animals, their form
still taking shape, so had he touched too hard,
the camel might have had some extra humps,
the colors might have smudged on the peacock,
which wasn't yet a peacock, but a thing,
a brightly-colored, gorgeous, feathered thing
in need of a name -- as was the camel,
the marmoset, the deer, the parakeet,
waiting to enter language and be claimed.
But now, we, Adam's babies, find ourselves
uttering names no one comes up to claim:
no iridescent, billed, web-footed thing
quacks back when we say Leguat's gelinote-
in fact, unless we say the name out loud
or write it down, the gelinote is gone.
And so, our language, which singles us out
from dwarf emus, nukupuus, potoroos,
becomes an elegy, as with each loss
our humanness begins to vanish, too.

from The Woman I Kept To Myself (Chapel Hill: Algonquin Books, 2004)
Copyright © Julia Alvarez 2004-2010.
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