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Friday, September 25, 2015

The Time is Now: Chicas Rockeras Touch Down in Huntington Park

Guest Post by Vickie Vertiz







Strings of hand-cut microphone papel picado hang above thirty girls and as many volunteers who dance the pogo. Brown and black ponytails bop around the Friendship Pit in the cafeteria, and do the lawnmower with blue-haired band coaches and comadres. The room is charged with so much joy that it's harder to stand still than to dance. Even the wallflowers (myself included) end up on the edges of the sweetest mosh pit ever, devoid of the usual fierce shoving. The house band, Las Pulgas, or The Fleas, plays "Your Moment," the Chicas Rockeras' bilingual theme song:

¿Quién eres? ¿Quién quieres ser?
Ahora es la hora de poder
¡Si Se Puede! (¡Si Se Puede!)
Con chicas a tu lado
Finalmente tu momento ha llegado

Who are you? Who do you want to be?
Today is your day, listen and see
Yes we can! (Yes we can!)
With chicas on your side
Your moment has finally arrived

The first-ever Chicas Rockeras Southeast Los Angeles camp in Huntington Park was a rollicking success. Just five miles from downtown and four miles from the Long Beach Freeway, the rock camp hosted over 26 children ages 8-17, for a week of band practice and workshops. Held the week of June 15-19, 2015, at Aspire Ollin University Prep Academy, girls learned to sing and write songs with musicians like punk legend Alice Bag, and were coached by Candice Hansen, who's played with, among others, Exene Cervenka from the L.A.-based band X. Other guest artists, like award-winning Trio Ellas and band coach Josie Wreck, performed original music and Salt N' Pepa covers and discussed their career and work with the campers. But this was no ordinary punk rock camp.

"In 2009 I was organizing a lot of community events, punk shows, and fests," said Marin, a member and comadre, of the Chicas Rockeras collective. "But then I saw the film 'Girls Rock' and immediately, thought 'How can we make this happen? I wish I had that when I was a kid.'" Marin volunteered with Rock n' Roll Camp for Girls, Los Angeles for five years, but, she said, "It was time to bring it back home to southeast L.A." Marin grew up in South Gate, and many of the comadres, or co-organizers, in the collective also grew up in the southeast or are from similar working-class Latino neighborhoods.

Based on a sliding scale up to $150 (half of the families paid the full amount and the other half paid between $25 to zero dollars according to income), the camp is based on the Girls Rock Camp Alliance model that build self-esteem and help find their voices by using music education and performance for empowerment and social justice. The feminist and radical effort was started in 2001 in Portland, while the Alliance began in 2007, exploding with new iterations across the country, as far as the United Kingdom. However, since many of those camps cost $400 or more, Chicas Rockeras was far more accessible to many families. Marin said that another thing that sets them apart is that mainstream rock camps are "traditionally a white-dominated scene, [and] the fact that we are focused on being bilingual and creating space for young women of color is unique." The camp was 100% volunteer-run.

 The camp was focused on problem-solving and on building critical thinking skills. The entire week was filled with lunchtime singing and dancing, with energized campers gathering each morning to think about their power, their friendships, and their literal voices. "Some of the younger girls were nervous to jump in with the older girls," said Marin. "But the older girls, in a very sister-loving way, would encourage the younger girls to jump in and dance. They would also eat together during lunch and ask them about their day. It was beautiful to witness this type of mentoring."

The groups were split into two: the younger set, ages 8-11, were called the Bidis; and ages 12-17 were called the Bom Boms -- both named after Selena's world-famous song, "Bidi Bidi Bom." The band lyrics reflected what girls were learning. In class, they talked about and mapped on a large piece of poster paper what's in their neighborhoods: trees, freeways, paleteros, and schools. Because the southeast has "an intense history of environmental injustices," according to Marin, "it made sense to offer Environmental Justice 101," she said about the week's curriculum. Facilitators Angee and Janeth "covered the history with Exide, and the fact that we don't have access to healthy foods."

The most important lesson, however, was to make the campers proud of who they are. For example, camper Isabel P., who's a reporter for the Girl Scouts of San Gorgonio, said this:
When I walked into camp for the first time I felt ecstatic, my adrenaline was pumping and I just wanted to play drums. The volunteers welcomed every girl with kindness that made me feel like I belong...

After the "Radical Body Love for Young Riot Grrls" workshop led by facilitator Gloria Lucas, one of the campers said, "I love my body!" Volunteers also said they heard girls say, "I'm not ashamed to be round. No soy gorda."

"It was really hard for me not to cry on the spot, it was so powerful," said Marin. "Some of the campers sharing these highlights were nine years old." The growth in the campers, their families, and communities will have positive, and hopefully long-term, effects.
After the workshop, a Bom band called Rotting Glitter wrote these lyrics for their song, "Body is Beauty": "We won't take this anymore! We have bodies we adore!"

When you watch this clip of them performing, you'll notice they start out on the quiet side, but as the song goes on, the singer's voice grows in confidence until she's screaming into the mic. This song embodies the changes and growth the campers experienced at Chicas Rockeras.

"After the camp, I felt that I had learned a lot, not just with learning a new instrument but I learned a lot about myself, the history of music, and life lessons that can be used in the future," wrote Isabel P. in her article.

The hallway of Aspire Ollin's first floor was covered with pictures of women who rock: Selena, Joan Jett, Jenny Rivera. While the curriculum is derived from a punk-aesthetic, the people at the center of the posters and decorations included many Latinas. Chicas Rockeras' most amazing strength is that they place the students' cultures and aesthetics at the center of the curriculum. To achieve this work in public schools, which are facing massive budget cuts that make teachers choose between having a school nurse and band class, is a minor miracle.

Another workshop I participated in was on how to be an ally. Sitting in a circle of mostly the younger girls and a few adult volunteers, the facilitator thoughtfully asked us to go around and say our name and our preferred gender pronoun. We talked about what a gender pronoun was first. For them it was "she and them," which served as an example of the many ways the campers could identify. We also defined being an ally, as: the way you can check if someone was all right, or if they needed anything.

One girl of about seven, with a hand that was always in the air, asked, "What does 'gay' mean?" "That's a great question," said Povi-Tamu, the facilitator who also works with the local social justice group Black Lives Matter. "Let's figure it out." Our teacher went up to the white board and drew three lines with the words "boy" and "girl" at each end. The first mapped out who they like to spend time with, the second was what activities they thought each gender enjoys, and the last was what gender is written on their birth certificate. The girls took markers and drew marks where they belonged along the spectrums. The group discussed these ideas respectfully, and no one was shamed or punished for asking questions.


This was yet another great camp moment, one that many of us never thought we could have, even as adults. What's even more exciting is that conversations like these are happening in southeast L.A., a set of communities that do a lot with limited economic and educational resources. The children in our communities hold precious lessons learned at home that teach them to be inventive and resilient, to thrive in the face of bigotry embodied in toxic factories, the expansion of dangerous freeways, and overcrowded schools that frequently fail to serve them.

In 2010, the median income in Huntington Park for a family of four was $34,000, while 31.7% was under the age of 18, compared to 25% for the state. These are normal statistics for the southeast and, in opposition to what some might think, conditions that generate ingenuity. Children are natural artists, full of energy and ideas, a resource in which the southeast is rich.

Chicas Rockeras is the kind of group that all families, politicians, nonprofits, and teachers should know about and support immediately. Like the Southeast Los Angeles Colectivo, like the Alivio Open Mic, like Communities for a Better Environment, Chicas Rockeras is made up of people from the southeast and their allies who are stepping up and organizing their communities, not waiting for anyone to come and save them.

It is the younger people, a few years out of college or a few years into the workplace, from southeast L.A. County who are the organizers and participants at the numerous art projects, programs, and events blossoming in the region. If foundations that support programs like AVID, for instance, are interested in investing in that expanse of the county, they should support groups like Chicas Rockeras Southeast Los Angeles, run by those of us who see promise and talent where others only see poverty.

In their work and behavior, the campers identified and gained confidence, power, friendship, love, and encouragement. "I also learned some valuable skills," added Isabel, the camper who is also a reporter, "such as leadership, team work, collaboration, and communication skills." If Isabel could articulate these skills, there's no telling what she'll be up to when she grows up.

The need for a program like this is clear. The music and art programs in Los Angeles Unified, like many other school districts, have been cut drastically, pitted against other basic needs like an on-site nurse.
The bilingual camp will return next year with just as much energy. The 35 volunteers, who spanned everything from punk rock drummers to PhD students, will also be back because the project was close to their hearts.

"That was me when I was that age," said one woman during an after-program meeting. Almost every adult in the volunteer circle nodded in agreement. Most people in the room related to the campers at that age: introverted, questioning, yet brave and curious. The local families were really supportive of the camp. "That surprised me," said Marin, "there's no way, growing up, my tía would have sent me to a 'Rock camp? Que es eso, que rock!' But times change."

On the day of the final showcase, the camp theme song is played again, in a set of roaring final performances at the American Legion in South Gate. Pastel-colored paper lanterns adorn the ceiling, and under their glow, the stage is packed with singing campers and teachers. The audience is a sea of waving arms in the air, an auditorium jammed with parents, siblings, and abuelos. Everyone, from Ph.D. students, punks, and baby siblings cheer on the campers' big final numbers.

Let the student songs be rallying cries for all of our young people to be this supported in their creativity. May our schools vibrate with affirmation and song.

To support Chicas Rockeras Southeast Los Angeles visit their website and look out for their fundraisers like Ladies' Rock Camp, upcoming shows, and awesome mixed tapes. Watch more campers rocking out on the CRSELA Facebook page.



 *This story was published on KCET.




Vickie Vértiz was born and raised in Bell Gardens. Her writing explores the intersections of feminism, class, and Latino sub-cultures through everyday beauty.



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Only a two weeks left to see Luis Alfaro's Mojada: A Medea in L.A. at the Getty Villa.



Saturday in Santa Barbara, The Mission Poetry Series Presents David Campos, Gina Ferrara and Christine Kravetz

Friday, February 27, 2015

Better Late than Never: Eleven Ebooks for Bilingual Press

Melinda Palacio
Photo by Nell Campbell

Last month, I received news that my 2011 novel, Ocotillo Dreams, was now available as an ebook. I pestered Bilingual Press to make my title available at the time of publication. Four years ago, it wasn't standard for University Presses to automatically publish an electronic version in addition to a hardcover and paperback. My first experience with Arizona State University's Bilingual Press was with a short story in Latinos in Lotusland: an Anthology of Contemporary Southern California Literature in 2008. In 2008, editor and fellow Bloguero, Daniel Olivas, did not anticipate having an electronic version of the Latino literary anthology. As a contributor to Latinos in Lotusland, I'm happy to see that there is an ebook now available. Also, Lucrecia Guerrero's Tree of Sighs was on the list, as well as Stella Pope Duarte's Fragile Night, published in 1997. However, the winner for longest wait goes to Ron Arias, whose book, Road to Tamazunchale, was published in 1987 and predates electronic media technology. While I'm glad for these electronic titles, I'm still clinging to paper bound books and do not own a special device for reading electronic books. I have a few books on my cell phone, but I can't say I've read a title cover to cover. Before receiving the following email and announcement of the new 11 ebook titles, I stumbled on the electronic version of Ocotillo Dreams by accident. 
Ocotillo Dreams


Eleven Bilingual Press titles now available as ebooks

The Bilingual Press is pleased to announce that it has released 11 of its titles as ebooks. The titles are Stars Always Shine by Rick Rivera; Latinos in Lotusland: An Anthology of Contemporary Southern California Literature, edited by Daniel A. Olivas; Tree of Sighs by Lucrecia Guerrero; Barefoot Heart and Corazón Descalzo by Elva Treviño Hart; Road to Tamazunchale by Ron Arias; Memories of Development by Edmundo Desnoes; Fragile Night by Stella Duarte Pope; Heart-Shaped Cookies by David Rice; Ocotillo Dreams by Melinda Palacio; and The Scoundrel and the Optimist by Maceo Montoya.
They are available through Amazon, Apple iTunes Store, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Overdrive.
The project to convert the titles to ebook formats was supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts.



***Here's An Early Announcement. Save the Date.***

April 18, 7pm


Because April is the ever busy National Poetry Month, I thought I'd give everyone a preview of this event, curated by Marisela Norte:

Cut Along The Line: An evening of readings in conjunction with The Big Read
Saturday, April 18 | 7:00pm (doors open at 6:30) at Craft and Folk Art Museum
A small reception with the poets will follow the evening's reading
Free
In celebration of Luis Alberto Urrea's novel Into The Beautiful North, writer Marisela Norte brings together authors Luis Alfaro, Melinda Palacio and Kenji Liu for a reading of poetry and prose on the immigrant imagination, erasing borders and the great divide. The Big Read is a program of the National Endowment for the Arts in partnership with Arts Midwest. More information can be found at www.NEABigRead.org.
RSVP requested to rsvp@cafam.org

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Guest columnist Raquel Z. Rivera. The Gluten-free Chicano. Banned Books Update. Oedipus at Chicago. On-Line Floricanto.


Guest Columnist: Raquel Z. Rivera  


Review: Not Myself Without You. A novel by Lourdes Vázquez. English translation by Bethany M. Korp-Edwards. Tempe, Arizona: Bilingual Press, 2012.
ISBN 978-1-931010-68-9

Raquel Z. Rivera.


I loved this novel the first time I read it in its original Spanish edition under the title Sin ti no soy yo (Ediciones Puerto, 2005). And I loved it just as much now that I read it in its English translation titled Not Myself Without You (Bilingual Press, 2012).

A playful and powerful novel that in the book jacket is described as a fictionalized memoir, Not Myself Without You is a gripping tale centered around family and neighborhood life in Santurce, Puerto Rico, featuring numerous fascinating characters, love affairs, hatreds, betrayals, politics and a very popular Spiritist temple.

But though Santurce serves as the spatial axis, the novel also moves across various sites of Puerto Rican migration including New York, Spain and a few countries throughout the Caribbean Basin, thus making the text refreshingly immersed in the complex geographic movement that pervades Caribbean experiences.

Also significant is the fact that the social fabric of Vázquez's Santurce weaves together the inextricable experiences of the various ethnic groups that live and struggle together in that neighborhood—most notably Puerto Ricans, Haitians, Dominicans and Cubans.

This novel's understated but wicked humor, as well as its eroticism, are wonderful lenses with which to approach somber themes like abuse, trauma, poverty and political violence. Its aesthetic unorthodoxy that splices together prayers, rituals, family photographs, popular sayings, and interviews, among other imaginative sources, makes the narrative even more compelling.

Though no one character hogs the limelight, many of them leave indelible marks in readers' imagination. I was particularly impressed and intrigued by the cannabis-loving great-aunts who ask that, upon their death, their ashes be scattered throughout New York City's Central Park.

Lourdes Vázquez's deeply moving yet tricksterish novel is a delight to read and I am overjoyed that it is now available in English.

Meet Raquel
Foto: Jorge Vázquez
Raquel Z. Rivera is an author and singer-songwriter. Author of New York Ricans from the Hip Hop Zone (Palgrave Macmillan 2003) and co-editor of Reggaeton (Duke University Press 2009), she has also published numerous journalistic and scholarly articles on Caribbean Latino popular music and culture.

Her creative essays, short stories and poetry have been published in newspapers, magazines, literary journals and websites. Her musical debut as a singer-songwriter is Las 7 Salves de La Magdalena / 7 Songs of Praise for The Magdalene (2010), a concept album that weaves together Dominican salves, Puerto Rican jibaro music, bomba and other Caribbean roots genres. She has a Ph.D. in Sociology.



The Gluten-free Chicano Finds Vacation Eating Less Complicated  

Michael Sedano


Travel leads the gluten-adverse eater into a minefield of wheat-laced traps involved with dining on the road. At home, I have my regular haunts where I already know what to order and what to avoid and generally avoid the standard litany of questions about bread, flour, wheat, thickeners.

Travel trepidation comes with the road, so I expected my recent vacation would put me on edge every time I got hungry. Up on Monterey’s Cannery Row then down the coast, the Gluten-free Chicano discovered new levels of professionalism among food-servers and managers, earning some establishments the coveted and much sought after La Bloga Gluten-free Chicano Please, May I Have Some More? Award.

The Gluten-free Chicano Recognitions and Advertencias:
Restaurants & Eateries fall into four groups of gluten awareness:
Never Mind, just a salad.
Bad Dog!
Right Attitude…
Please, May I Have Some More?


Bad Dog!
Harris Ranch presents a great place for wheat eaters, dim prospects for the gluten adverse.

Harris Ranch Restaurant
24505 W Dorris Av
Coalinga, CA 93210
1-800-942-BEEF

Delight stumbles out of the gate at this popular traveler’s eatery. Heading north on the I-5 from El Lay, I enjoy either Harris Ranch or pea soup at Andersen’s in Santa Nella, from there backtracking a few miles to Pacheco Pass.
Anxious to see if Pacheco Pass is showing its golden poppy vistas, my wife and I elect to gas the Prius in Coalinga and catch some chow.

We are not alone. Harris Ranch parking lot, gift shop, bar, and restaurant are crowded. Thousands of mouths pack this place monthly throughout the year.

It’s no surprise after seeing miles of cattle feed lots: Harris Ranch menu features steaks. What is surprising, given those thousands of customers, is the absence of gluten awareness in waitstaff. No one wants to be sickened from contaminated food, especially driving in the hinterlands miles from a convenience.

The waiter’s frown signals either confusion or he’s put off when I persist in asking about ingredients, and ask that he hold the croutons. He makes no connection between wheat, bread, and flour. I settle for a small steak, no sauce, no fries, steamed vegetables instead. Over at the next table, a cowboy family munches onion rings that sound crunchy and look delicious. And I’m sure the kitchen fries papitas in the same oil as the onion rings.

We pay LA prices in the middle of nowhere. The steamed veggies are properly steamed; the broccoli stem resists the fork and the carrots crunch.
San Luis Reservoir at Pacheco Pass
Pacheco Pass shows why we’re called the golden state. Not owing to gorgeous poppy fields but sere landscapes of desiccated grasses and deep-green oak trees.

Right Attitude…
The Chart House waitstaff and management display professionalism in their knowledge and helpfulness but miss crucial small details in food display.


The Chart House
444 Cannery Row
Monterey, CA 93940
(831) 372-3362

An order taker is completely informed. I ask if a dish contains flour and she asks if I have a gluten intolerance. It’s the perfect answer and I’m prepared for a perfect evening. As we go through my order, she steers me off a bad choice, just in case. Shortly, the manager stops by to reassure me the food is safe for me to eat. I’m starry-eyed.


This Chart House’s fabulous salad bar brings me back whenever I’m in Monterey. The salad bar features the expected off-limits foods and sauces but with the cornucopia of naturally gluten free verdura, who needs crisp noodles and ranch or soy sauce dressing?

The restaurant arrays the minced and diced vegetables, tomatoes, raisins, seeds, nuts, chopped eggs and the like in stainless steel tubs racked four across and three down, it’s not really a horn.

Chow mein noodles and croutons occupy top rows. As customers dig in for these wheat treats, spills invariably contaminate food in the lower containers bombarded with wheat detritus. Instantly, otherwise gluten-free ingredients like celery or olives become off-limits.

Some oblivious diners drag crackers through the hummus or aguacate, all happy about the convenience, not minding the crumbs embedded in the once gluten-free dish.

A place for everything, and everything in its place. Move the wheat to the bottom row! Clean up the area just as you’d wipe a spill waterglass—immediately. Here is The Chart House Cannery Row’s prime opportunity to distinguish itself as a place where the gluten-free chicano and others can relax carefree and say, please, may I have some more?


Please, May I Have Some More?
and Bad Dog!
Trattoria Paradiso lunchtime awesome service but dinner shift falls flat. The sublime to the dangerous.

Trattoria Paradiso
654 Cannery Row
Monterey, CA 93940
(831) 375-4155

Trattoria Paradiso shares the building with our hotel at the opposite end of Cannery Row from the aquarium. Next door, derelict sardine factories, chainlink fencing, and homeless dudes smoking cigarettes drinking tall cans of beer laugh and take in the free sunset.

At this end of Cannery Row, pedestrians are striding to someplace else, so Trattoria Paradiso has a barker out front who slows folks down promoting free appetizers with anything inside.

Owing to the miracles of medical engineering, we don’t walk far nor often these days, which is fine because we enjoy the menu here. The calamari salad is safe. The catch of the day, grilled, is perfect. Better, we have some fifty steps from the table to the hotel elevator and we’re in our second floor room starting the fireplace blazing.

Given the highs and lows of last night’s meal at The Chart House, I’m unprepared for the excellence Trattoria Paradiso provides at lunch. Professionalism like this is what keeps specialty places going strong, once eaters discover the place.

I ask the order taker about wheat and immediately he targets gluten as the issue. He knows his kitchen, answering without consulting them. After taking the order to the kitchen, he returns to confirm my choices are gluten free. You get what you inspect, not what you expect are words to live by, for the Gluten-free Chicano, and this outstanding waiter.

A few moments later, the manager steps by to reassure me my plate will reflect the kitchen’s knowledge and care. Now I’m reeling with delight. Her sincere concern for food safety and customer satisfaction reassure me and I dine comfortably, especially when a sea otter floats past my window with a large crab on its chest.

That evening we exit the hotel main entrance, turn right, turn right, and we get “our” table at Trattoria Paradiso. It’s the night shift, that’s why my experience is day and night.

The order taker gives me an incredulous look when I tell him I cannot eat bread, wheat, or flour. He then assures me a dish I’d like to order “should be” flourless. He’s amenable when I ask him to check with the kitchen to be sure. He’s gone a long time, especially for a nearly empty restaurant.

He returns with a spring in his step. Someone in back has told him that guy’s not kidding, it’s true. There are people who cannot eat bread. Now he’s open to questions.

I say nothing to him when he pretends to knowledge, asking me if I’m sure I want the potatoes because... Because nothing. I explain that rice and potatoes are good, that it’s wheat, bread, flour, that the Gluten-free Chicano cannot eat. Rice and potatoes are fine I inform him and I hope he learns.

The night shift manager keeps her distance. She’s eavesdropped my ordering experience and chooses to have nothing to do with that guy.


Right Attitude…
The Sow’s Ear has delightful people open to information. This makes up for abysmal lack of food service knowledge.

The Sow’s Ear 
2248 Main Street
Cambria, CA 93428
(805) 927-4865

A few years ago, I discovered Alburquerque’s Gruet champagne along with this place in Cambria, and it’s why I return tonight.
Massive Cypress trees mark start of the walk to beyond the end of the street.
My former Cambria favorites—The Brambles, The Dover House--long ago closed, so that day The Sow’s Ear looks as good a choice as any. Mejor, the restaurant is a short walk from our lodging, The Bluebird, where we’ve stayed since our honeymoon in 1968.


The grandeur of a drive along the edge of the continent from Pt. Lobos through Big Sur to Cambria raises appetites. Astounding beauty does that to city people. That’s why I make an early reservation via the internet the prior week. We’re ushered to the separate dining room in the casí empty place. There’s a large Snow White Disney lithograph over our heads.

My order taker has no idea what I am talking about, flour? wheat? “Gru-ey” especially perplexes her. Up in Alburquerque, where the wine originates, the locals call the name with that frenchified vowel instead of a dental stop. Target and targeay, sabes?

But she and her co-worker make the evening such a delight with their chatter and challenge. She explains all seven dwarves hide in the textures of the reproduction. She stops by between visits to another table and gives us hints to the seventh dwarf. The dining couple over there are whispering about our chatter and laughter. I'm sure they feel left out and leave quickly.

It’s a family place and I suspect the kids are familia. Doing a good job there, with these kids, gente. But the Gluten-free Chicano insists they go ask the kitchen about ingredients. That’s a safe SOP in any restaurant where the order taker answers “Huh?”

Please, May I Have Some More?
Medusa's is Cambria's early morning breakfast place, the only one in town.

Medusa’s Sunshine Taqueria
1053 Main St
Cambria, CA 93428
(805) 927-0135

How can you go wrong with blanquillos over-medium, beans, rice, and tortilla de maíz, especially when Medusa’s is the only restaurant open at 630 on a Saturday morning? Still, remembering a Mexican restaurant in Glendale Arizona that adds flour to the arroz and frijoles, I ask about wheat. The vato is confused and maybe a little offended by the question. Así es, inspect/expect.

Santa Ynez Valley heavily planted with wine vineyards.
I order tortillas de maíz, say “hi” to the owner’s scurrying daughter before mom takes her on some errand in their shiny SUV parked outside, then dig in and nourish myself before hitting the road for the Santa Ynez Valley, Santa Barbara, and home.

Home. The Gluten-free Chicano knows where to go and what to order. It’s the most encouraging development in gluten-free eating on the road to discover how effectively some food service professionals do their jobs, accepting responsibly to learn about food allergies and know how to ensure their gluten-free guests dine safely and feel good about it.



Banned Books Update

Your country, if you're a Unitedstatesian, continues to support ethnic animosity in Arizona. The Supremes say it's OK for the cops to ask you for your papers.

Arizonans, keep your Driver License in the banned book Drink Cultura. Use your papers to bookmark the page where the essay on "pendejo" starts. I apologize in advance if this gets you shot while reaching for a dangerous book.


Yes, this and all those other books on the same subject continue as before. Banned.


Alfaro's Oedipus El Rey to Entertain Chicago

Back in 2008, I enjoyed the opportunity take in a staged reading at the Malibu Getty of Luis Alfaro's reworking of Oedipus. The staging I enjoyed was rough and a la brava, and thoroughly engaging. Alfaro injected wild humor into the Sphinx scene that I hope stays in this production with different cast and Director.

The piece has advanced quite dramatically, fittingly enough, and now reaches the stage Directed by Chay Yew at Chicago's  Victory Gardens Biograph Theater, 2433 N Lincoln Ave., June 29 through July. For details, click this link or visit the Theatre site at http://victorygardens.org/onstage/oedipus.php

Alfaro, right, and then-Director Jon Lawrence Rivera in 2008.
Lucky Chicago. Only one letter away from being puro Chicano, two letters from pura Chicana, and a couple days from the opening of a month-long run of Luis Alfaro's engaging Oedipus El Rey.

La Bloga invites Chicagolandia readers to write a review and share it here as a guest columnist.


On-Line Floricanto as June 2012 Wraps and Summer Starts

Francisco Alarcón and the moderators of the Facebook group, Poetry of Resistance: Poets Responding to SB 1070, bring June to a close nominating a slate that includes four poets who respect their art and audience. Abrazotes welcoming these four poets: Alma Luz Villanueva, Nancy Aidé González,  Andrea Mauk, John Martinez.

"Heat" by Alma Luz Villanueva
“Tapestry of Dawn” by Nancy Aidé González
“Hush Tones” by Andrea Mauk
"Words Can Set The Meter Of Healing" by John Martinez


HEAT
by Alma Luz Villanueva

"...this glowering shadow
touched the edge but did not wholly absorb
the Goddess's orb..."  
"El Sueno," Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz

We were born from
Mother Africa's
heat, Womb-
the Americas were

in heat long
before Europe, the
migration from, to
heat    heat    heat,

great cultures,
agriculture, astronomy
literature, poetry, oh
the poetry, the dance,

Pyramids swirling to the
song of stars, great
Cosmos over head, great
Earth beneath feet-

Mother Africa, Egypt,
Great Isis, dreaming
to the Americas Turtle
Island, Spider Woman

Changing Woman, Great
Ixchel, these fertile
Turtle Islands in
heat, makes me crazy

with joy
gratitude
burning beauty
undying poetry
what they
burned is
etched in
our dreams
poetry spouting
from our
mouths our
eyes our
fingertips our
feet our
testicles our
wombs in
heat    heat    heat
we blossom
the ancient
words
the new
words
always in
heat in
spring in
to the
Sixth Sun
I am crazy
in love
in heat
O beauty
O poetry
scorch me
heal me
birth me
teach me
ancient dreams
ancient heat


To Summer Solstice HEAT, Sixth Sun in bloom...


                                      Alma Luz Villanueva
                                      San Miguel de Allende, Mexico  June 2012
                                      Always traveling the ancient trade routes, Kokopelli by my side...


Tapestry of Dawn
by Nancy Aidé González

Sun, summoning dawn
truth will come with portraits of consciousness
narratives of shelter

interlocked woven fabrics
find equilibrium
strings of transcendence in cosmos

beyond ancient knowledge alive
planets orbit echoing memory of universe
saffron stars manifest wholeness

nimbus treasures – rain
jaguars roam spirit realm
leave prints where

trees take root
in tierra firme
drawing humanity closer.

© Nancy Aidé González  2012



HUSH TONES
by Andrea Mauk

In the hush, there is calm.
In the breeze, there are whispers.
In the whispers, there are tones.
Golden threads that connect.
We are time, we are space.
Made of carbon, like in triplicate.
So our history echoes.
Breaks the still like a drop,
and ripples. ))))))))))))))
Cuts the earth, digs a wound.
When we move, there is pain.
In our words, there are echoes.
Nothing ever gets healed,
unless the tones echo love.

In the sun, we seek warmth.
In the soil, we touch roots.
Spirit fingers reaching up
to connect us to knowing.
Knowing happens deep inside
and defies common logic.
It does not come from books
or from one's life experience.
We breathe in oxygen
that's been exhaled once before,
yet we dare to entertain
the thought that we are original.

In our books, we seek words.
In our words, we gain knowledge.
Filled with knowledge, we want more.
Become greedy, go to war.
We contrast, we compare.
We compete, fill with fear.
We multiply, then divide.
Then we look to the sky
and we seek absolution.
Become deaf to the tones
sung by the wind's
chanted whispers,
stomp the roots at our feet
as we walk, the helpless blind.

In our mouths, we make sounds.
On the page, we form letters.
In our minds, we assign
what we want for our meaning.
Our ideas fill our heads,
make us toss in our beds,
as we sort truth from lie
soliloquy from simile
improper grammar from
fluid beauty.
On the winds ride our words,
elemental rebound.
All the tones echo hollow
unless they're ancient,
sewn together with golden thread,
sung in notes filled with love.



WORDS CAN SET THE METER OF HEALING
by John Martinez

Para El Maestro, Francisco X. Alarcón

If I could give myself,
Without speaking,
To the suffering,
To the clenched body,
I’d give that part of me
That does not hate,
That does not want
When others
Cannot have,
I’d give the song
That has no sadness.
If I could give
In silence,
Just a piece
Of myself
To those who have lost
Everything to greed,
I’d give my soul,
All seven ounces

If I could give myself
Like a hush
To the mother,
Whose child
Weeps in the corridors
Of death, wanting to
Hold her like air,
I would give my two hands
Touch her face
With fingers of rain,
Assure her with my eyes
That he will be waiting
Near the fountain
With the others,
If I could rise one day,
Knowing that pain
Is being lifted like a shawl
From the Countries
Beneath the boot
Of my U.S.A,
I would rise
In love again

Today, I have words,
Not medicine, not guns,
Not the rabid teeth
Of a killer,
But words, I have words
That I can shout,
That I can throw
Like brown birds into
The audience,
Because these birds
Know the meaning
Of peace
And these words
Can push
A convoy of donkeys
Down an indigenous path,
With medicine to treat
The sick, the starving,
Words yes words
Can set the meter
Of healing,
If I could give myself,
Wholeheartedly
To the suffering,
I would give myself
With words,
Words yes words
Can set the meter
Of healing

© John Martinez 2012


BIOS
"Heat" by Alma Luz Villanueva
“Tapestry of Dawn” by Nancy Aidé González
“Hush Tones” by Andrea Mauk
"Words Can Set The Meter Of Healing" by John Martinez



Alma Luz Villanueva was raised in the Mission District, San Francisco, by her Yaqui grandmother, Jesus Villanueva- she was a curandera/healer from Sonora, Mexico. Without Jesus no poetry, no stories, no memory...
Author of eight books of poetry, most recently, 'Soft Chaos' (2009). A few poetry anthologies: 'The Best American Poetry, 1996,' 'Unsettling America,' 'A Century of Women's Poetry,' 'Prayers For A Thousand Years, Inspiration from Leaders & Visionaries Around The World.' Three novels: 'The Ultraviolet Sky,' 'Naked Ladies,' 'Luna's California Poppies,' and the short story collection, 'Weeping Woman, La Llorona and Other Stories.' Some fiction anthologies: '500 Great Books by Women, From The Thirteenth Century,' 'Caliente, The Best Erotic Writing From Latin America,' 'Coming of Age in The 21st Century,' 'Sudden Fiction Latino.' The poetry and fiction has been published in textbooks from grammar to university, and is used in the US and abroad as textbooks. Has taught in the MFA in creative writing program at Antioch University, Los Angeles, for the past fourteen years.
     Alma Luz Villanueva now lives in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, for the past seven years, traveling the ancient trade routes to return to teach, and visit family and friends, QUE VIVA!! And taking trips throughout Mexico, working on a novel in progress, always the poetry, memory.
www.almaluzvillanueva.com




Nancy Aidé González is a Chicana poet who lives near the lush grapevines in Lodi, California.  She graduated  from California State University, Sacramento with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature in 2000.  Her work has appeared in Calaveras Station Literary Journal, La Bloga, Everyday Other Things, and  Mujeres De Maiz Zine. She is a participating member of Escritores del Nuevo Sol, a writing group based in Sacramento, California which honors the literary traditions of Chicano, Latino, Indigenous and Spanish-language peoples. Miss González has participated in several poetry reading events in Northern California.



Andrea García Mauk grew up in Arizona, where both the immense beauty and harsh realities of living in the desert shaped her artistic soul. She currently calls Los Angeles home, but has also lived in Chicago, New York and Boston. She has worked in the music industry, and on various film and television productions. She writes short fiction,
poetry, original screenplays and adaptations, and is currently finishing two novels. Her writing and artwork has been published and viewed in a variety of places such as on The Late, Late Show with Tom Snyder; The Journal of School Psychologists and Victorian Homes Magazine. Both her poetry and artwork have won
awards. Several of her poems and a memoir are included in the 2011 anthology, Our Spirit, Our Reality, and her poetry is featured in the 2012 Mujeres de Maiz “‘Zine.” She is also a moderator of Diving Deeper, an online workshop for writers, and has   extensively about music, especially jazz, while working in the entertainment industry.

John Martinez. I studied Creative Writing at Fresno State University and have published poetry in El Tecolote, Red Trapeze and in The LA Weekly. Recently, I have posted poems on Poets Responding to SB1070 and this will be my 9th poem published in La Bloga. I have performed (as a musician/political activist, poet) with Teatro De La Tierra, Los Perros Del Pueblo and TROKA, a Poetry Ensemble, lead by Poet Laureate, Juan Felipe Herrera. I have toured with several cumbia/salsa bands throughout the Central Valley and in Los Angeles. For the last 17 years, I have worked as an Administrator for a Los Angeles law firm. I make my home in Upland, California with my beautiful wife, Rosa America and family.





Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Oedipus the Pinto

Report: Luis Alfaro's adaptation of Sophocles' Oedipus Tyrannos, Oedipus El Rey. A staged reading performed at the Getty Villa, Pacific Palisades, Califas.

Michael Sedano
The recently completed run of Oedipus El Rey’s four performances has been one of those only in Los Angeles classical theatre experiences made possible by the Getty Museum's Villa Theater Lab. Last year, it was Culture Clash’s uniquely staged Aristophanes The Birds. This year it has been Alfaro and earlier in February, Ellen McLaughlin’s one-woman original work, Penelope. Upcoming in April and May are Director Michael Hackett and actor Henry Goodman with Sophocles Philoktetes, followed by Chicago's Lookingglass Theatre Company in a new work, Icarus. At $7 a head, the Getty offers the best bargain in El Lay arts (add $8 for parking).

Alfaro’s done it again with Oedipus El Rey, turning in a remarkable treatment of other people’s material. A few years ago it was Black Butterfly, Jaguar Girl, Piñata Woman and Other Superhero Girls Like Me, turning short fiction and poetry by the superb trio of Alma Cervantes, Sandra C. Muñoz, Marisela Norte into a devastatingly funny and moving masterpiece. Then it was Electricidad, borrowed from Sophocles, that, unlike Black Butterfly, made it to the Mark Taper main stage. Now Alfaro has adapted Sophocles’ Oedipus Tyrannos moving it from plague-ridden Thebes to a modern-day California. Joined by director Jon Lawrence Rivera and a superb cast with first-among-equals Marlene Forte’s Jocasta, Oedipus El Rey will breathe new life into classical drama, and educate a new generation to the actual meaning of “oedipal”.

Evidently, such renewal is long overdue. Alfaro laughed at the audibly stunned college audience Friday night when Justin Huen’s Oedipus comes to his own realization that the man he killed on Highway 99 was his father, which means Oedipus’ wife is…gasp!! These young people must have been reeling at that point, as they thought back to their laughter following the torrid mating scene when Huen and Forte undress one another then spend three weeks cavorting in bed.

There is not much laughter in Sophocles’ play, but Alfaro injects a hugely hilarious Sphinx into the action. The Million Dollar Farmacia on Broadway is run by a three-headed critter straight out of rasquachi teatro with a strong affinity to the twin-headed beast from Men in Black 2. After solving the riddle, the old gals are out of business and the Pico-Union barrio returns to its old order. Here the overlay of ancient Thebes upon modern LA doesn’t work so well and is stretched too thin. Oedipus and Jocasta have the community’s respect. They behave like cold-hearted Don Corleones rather than the gangbangers in the news whose power derives from intimidation and extortion, not doing favors for community people while maintaining a kingly dignity and honor. And therein lies the major problem with this work-in-progress.

Turning stereotypes on their heads is part of the job description of a revolutionary poet, to affirm what would otherwise be vilified even within la cultura . And when a gifted poet is himself a pinto, his themes and images resonate with gut-wrenching authenticity. Which is why work of the late raúlrsalinas, “A Trip Through the Mindjail”, and Ricardo Sánchez, “Soledad”, should be included in any anthology of letras chicanas, along with such non-pinto pachuco poems as José Montoya’s “El Louie”, Tino Villanueva’s “Aquellos Vatos”, and J.L. Navarro’s “To A Dead Lowrider.” Powerful work that was necessary for its time.

But that was the 60s and 70s. Chicano culture has reached a kind of maturity today, and there’s less, if any, requirement to lionize our criminals. Pintos are not heroes, and they’re certainly not gods. Yet jail is where Luis Alfaro starts off his work-in-progress Oedipus el Rey, and pintos form his Chorus. It’s a strangely inappropriate starting point that Alfaro explains in the program like this: “the more versions (of Sophocles) I read, the deeper the themes of the play started to take root inside my head. I began to obsess about the notion of destiny. Well, of course, that little idea kept me awake for endless nights. Aren’t we all masters of our own destinies? That got me thinking about the sizable population that makes up our ever-expanding prison system.” Destiny? That got me thinking what about our kids who see the military as their only chance off the block?

Fortunately, Oedipus El Rey will change and grow. As Alfaro and director Jon Lawrence Rivera (pictured right,left respectively) noted during the post performance Talkback session on Saturday afternoon, Alfaro didn’t have much of anything finished even as the superb cast came together for the first rehearsal. Rivera, Alfaro, and presumably dramaturg Christopher Breyer (his name didn't come up in the Talkback), indulged the playwright’s stream of consciousness for this set of staged readings. I hope they’ll iron out the prison wrinkle in favor of something more appropriate both to Sophocles and for a contemporary audience. That noted, John H. Binkley’s spare set is beautiful and need not be changed in a finished production. Stainless steel cables hang from the ceiling suggesting the cages these men live in, and a handful of black chairs. Elizabeth Huffman’s costumes are a few red shawls, two shirts for Huen, two dresses for Forte, the other actors appear in their streetclothes. Dark glasses and cane for blind Tiresias (Winston J. Rocha) constitute the props.

I attended in the company of two high school girls. As we left the auditorium, I asked them how they reacted to the graphic profanity of the opening three minutes. “We hear worse than that in school every day,” they answered in unison, not that they enjoyed it. Their mother shrugged helplessly at that truth. Although the Getty forewarns, “This workshop contains adult themes and strong language”—it is Oedipus after all so adult themes definitely come with the territory. But strangely, only that opening dialog featured foul language. Worse, it was neither artful nor funny, neither authentic nor effective. I’d like to sit Alfaro down and pull his ear about that crap, encourage him to find what Villanueva said about his vatos, they were “uncouth but squared away”.

The cast includes gente you’ve seen and will continue seeing on television, movies, and regional theatre. Laius is Geno Silva, perfectly mature and powerful. Michael Manuel as a sappy Creon. Javi Mulero, Daniel Chacón, Bobby Plasencia play several roles but especially the three-headed hilarious Sphinx. Híjole, guys, don't change a thing, in fact, give us more!

That's the view from the coast this penultimate Tuesday of 2008's leap year February. Ordinarily, La Bloga runs Monday through Friday and many Sundays. RudyG's delayed Valentine on Saturday is a good reminder it's always good to check in on weekends, a ver que pasa. Remember, La Bloga welcomes and encourages guest columnists. Let us know in a comment or an email that you have something to share. If it fits, if it's finished, let La Bloga's readers share it with you. We love your comments, but La Bloga apologizes in advance if some spammer drops their piece of you-know-what on our pages. We'll delete it as soon as we notice it. Until next Tuesday, hay les wachamos.

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