by
Ernest Hogan

Being a product of
SoCal--my first few years on this planet were spent on Bonnie Beach
Place, East Los Angeles--I'm glad to see it.

I'm also humbled to be
mentioned as a precursor to this hemispheric cultural phenomenon:
.
. . perhaps participants may walk the
streets of Los Angeles anew and feel moments of being part of the
first Xicano science fiction novel by East L.A. born Ernest Hogan,
where in Cortez on Jupiter (1990)
Pablo Cortez sprays graffiti across L.A. and paints in zero gravity,
all in an effort to make a masterpiece for the universe and his
barrio.
And
that ain't all:
Maybe I accomplished a
few things in my decades of struggle . . .
And with Mundos
Alternos, not only is the border between La Cultura and science
fiction being violated and broken down, but Latinoid fine art is
being sci-fiized. Non-traditional media, and formats are being used.
I like the idea of the future as a walk-through, multi-media,
interactive construction. The past, future, and different cultures
are getting rasquached. New cultures are being born. And the idea
that the future is something you should be custom-building yourself, not
buying off the rack from some corporate franchise.
I see hope amid the
mayhem.
Ernest Hogan has been
doing crazy stuff that zigzags in and out of science fiction and
beyond since way back in the twentieth century. Maybe it's done some
good.
2 comments:
I am happy for you, sir. The tribe is recognizing your tremendous contribution to Chicano/a culture. At last, I am no longer a lone voice in the wilderness screaming out, "Behold the Father of Chicano Science Fiction!." I will cease my howling.
I thank you for the screaming and howling. The wilderness gets too quiet sometimes.
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