writing against writing against culture

There is a lot of work to do. I love the work to do, but there is a lot of it. I am sent papers from journals I have never heard of for critical review. Most of them, oddly enough, relate to issues of repatriation and cultural property and archaeology. After all these years, what I do in Ecuador takes an appropriate back seat to this other work. Currently awaiting my attention: a book ms. about the Incas for Pluto Press, an article on Australian repatriation for the J of Material Culture, a book on dance in Mexico City for Choice, and an article on physical anthropology and cultural affiliation for the review of political and legal anthropology. A student waits for a recommendation for graduate school, while a roomful of students wait for me to read their essays (a total of 60, they each wrote two). In one of my classes we have been talking about anthropologists and their writing and their audiences. Writing against writing (the old ways); writing against culture (the old idea). For whom do I write now? I have piles of blank journals gifted to me by others and my fountain pens of all colors roll around their ink bottles and plastic refills on a table. It was the dreams that woke me up, saying 'the pen and paper is not enough.' Perhaps death is a factor in this, another visitor to the dreams. Here comes the snow again...