Simon J. Ortiz was a member of the Eagle Clan. Ortiz was raised in Acoma village of McCartys and only spoke Keresan at his village. His Father worked as Rail worker and a woodcarver, however he was an elder in the clan and was responsible of keeping the religious knowledge and customs of the pueblo. Ortiz was a student at the McCartys Day School tell the sixth grade, until he was sent to St. Catherine’s Indian School in Santa Fe. As boarding Schools attempted to provide the English language education, such schools sought to stimulate Native Americans into American mainstream culture. Thou Ortiz began to struggle, cultural dissonance shaping him starting to write about his thoughts and experience in his diary and started to create short stories …show more content…
Unlike any other poet, Simon’s selection of words and implication the poem carries indicates a Road Journey that happened to have situation than could have cause a crash or even death. Thus Ortiz’s poem did not include any sort of sound or rhythm, he was able to relate his word with meanings that it carried. Ortiz 's poem is a simple intervention on the "two seconds" on the road. It 's likely that the poet means in the moment, that he is merely passed by a truck as focus shifts from the road. Ortiz slows down this thought, slowing down even the words, "fly away, tumbling invisibly". He implements that his curse fades away unnoticed, and that his word has no significance. His thoughts switch to his struggle. The use of the diesel truck shows that this truck is big. The size of the truck is big enough to give the speaker of the poem a sense of nervousness as he passes it. The curse (poem words) passes around on the road is representative of his state of thoughts, in which something can seem so significant but fade away into the unseen distance before it gains any more significance. However this refers to the indicative of the Native American struggle in general, as Ortiz surely understands as his people have been "cursing" for generations as the diesel trucks of America simply speed by them, cutting through their land without a glams of