Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Negative pedo. USC Centro. Banned Books Update. On-Line Floricanto

Movimiento Veteranos Resolve Negative Pedo

Michael Sedano

Update! • Late Monday, La Bloga received this email from Joe Razo:
As a previous editor of La Raza Publications which included La Raza Newspaper and Magazine plus Chicano Student Newspaper, Raul Ruiz and I met this morning and cleared our misunderstanding of facts. We are in accord and stand united as La Raza and El Barrio Communication Project Staff. The photographers mentioned in the prior letter also are in accord and will soon meet with me to claim ownership of their negatives. We hope that this valuable history of our movement will soon be accessible to educators, researchers, and the community.


Long-simmering tensions boiled over last week between a who’s who of movimiento photojournalists seeking access to historic photographic negatives. When LatinoLA published Luis C. Garza's Open Letter pointed at Raúl Ruiz, settlement quickly ensued.

The pedo arises from Ruiz’ apparent refusal to return to the photographers negatives of fotos published in La Raza newspaper and magazine. La Raza stands as paper of record for the chicano movement. It  published in Los Angeles from 1967 until it folded in the early 1980s, with Ruiz its closing editor.

Pitted against Ruiz are a dozen contributing photographers--former staffers--who want their images back. The collective of aggrieved photogs includes such notables as USC J-school profe Felix Gutiérrez, media magnate Moctezuma Esparza, and celebrated photographer Oscar Castillo.

Such negatives are cultural treasures. Through their prints today’s readers can witness only once removed the only extant participant observer images of pivotal moments in U.S. history. It was the incarnation of a political awakening that has grown into today’s electoral landslide for Obama. This is important material.

Here are the street level frames taken by students in high school student walk-outs, marchers with the Brown Berets, and Catolicos por La Raza giving the archbishopric hell. Garza's Open Letter claims the trove to be “likely the largest collection of photographic documentation produced of the Chicano urban movement in the United States.”

Negatives hold not only an image of a moment but also, to the photographer, something of personal importance. Given access to one’s old negatives opens those images to modern tools and materials, permit one to re-imagine an expression for today. There is no way to express the personal pain from loss of one’s youthful work, nor measure the regret for what might be done to make new prints using today’s abilities. Abelardo alludes to something similar, one thousand masterpieces hanging only from his mind.

In many ways, this negative pedo stands in sad epitaph for the chicano movement pictured in those negatives. La Raza newspaper and magazine, according to the artists, represented a collective effort of grass roots gente enfrentando the establishment for la gente.
Detail, O'Gorman, Castillo de Chapultepec, Mexico DF, 

Back then compañeras compañeros didn’t sign waivers and declare their rights, and all that establishment crap. It was la causa, and their burgeoning skills and a la brava energy got the work produced.

Now matured and seasoned, some may have strayed from that idealism, vencido, perhaps.

Ruiz enjoys a solid reputation as a scholar and has the lasting gratitude of history for being in the right place at the right time with his lens when that Sheriff Deputy fired his tear-gas gun into the Silver Dollar. Ruiz' lens told the truth, so it must hurt to be seen as a sin vergüenza, or worse, over these missing negatives.

I do not know Ruiz' motive. The foregoing summarizes the feelings of twelve photographers named in Luis C. Garza’s “Open Letter to all concerned,” published November 10 at the popular LatinoLA. I include the full text, below. Ruiz did not reply to La Bloga’s inquiry via email, so I can draw no firm conclusions but like any pedo, it stinks.

See the Update at the top of this column. Ruiz' actions Monday now put the pedo in the past. It's good to see matters righted and the negatives headed home. La Bloga will update the conclusion of the agreement.

Here’s the Open Letter La Bloga has via email from Luis C. Garza. Leave a Comment below to share your views on ownership of the fruits of collective labor, these events, documenting the movimiento:

Chicano Movement Photographic Negatives

Open Letter to all concerned
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Contact: Luis C. Garza

We write to inform you of an extraordinary community resource of photo archives containing thousands of photographic negatives and related document materials, which cover the Chicano movement and community from the late l960s through the l970s. Yet this invaluable archive is unavailable to either the photographers who created these materials and hold legal copyright, or to the large number of scholars, community organizations, filmmakers and others who have attempted to access this resource over the past forty years.

Why? Raul Ruiz, a Chicano Studies Professor at Cal State Northridge, and also at Santa Monica Community College, took physical possession of these archives as a co-editor of La Raza magazine, when former editors Eliezer Risco, and then Joe Razo passed the responsibility on to his safekeeping in 1971, for temporary custody (not ownership). Since the demise of the magazine, in early 1980s, he has refused all requests to return the negatives to the photographers who created them or to make these materials available to these photographers, researchers or the community.

We are writing to alert you to the theft of this Intellectual Property, explain the development of this problem, and to make clear our commitment to have the negatives returned to the photographers who hold the legal rights, and to finally make this resource available to the broader community through a university archive.

Under the auspices of the publications, Chicano Student Movement and La Raza magazine (newspaper and then magazine), an archive of photographs and written materials were compiled between 1967 and mid-1970s. This work reflects the efforts of magazine staff members and primarily that of twelve photographers who documented the civil rights struggle of the Chicano movement in the city of Los Angeles, Southern California, and the southwest United States. Our collective work is contained in this LA RAZA archive and is likely the largest collection of photographic documentation produced of the Chicano urban movement in the United States.

PROFESSIONAL CONDUCT QUESTIONED

ACCESS DENIED!

These publications and the related photographic archive were started as a grass roots community endeavor and not for the enhancement of a single individual’s career. Raul Ruiz’ appropriation of this material is a tremendous disappointment to all of us who know him, and certainly does not live up to the ideals within the Chicano Movement that we fought for. We did not struggle to replace an oppressive and inequitable system with another one controlled by a brown face. Raul’s actions are incongruous with, and contradictory to what he is supposed to stand for as a Chicano Studies Professor and have significantly damaged the cause of the Chicano Movement and the communities that it serves.

We intend to challenge this problem in two ways:
• Generate community support to pressure for the negatives’ release to their rightful owners via a Los Angeles University archive, where materials will be available for public access.
• Work through all legal means to obtain rightful possession of the negatives.

LA RAZA staff-photographers: (partial list)

Pedro Arias Manuel Barrera Patricia Borjon Oscar Castillo Moctezuma Esparza Luis Garza
Felix Gutierrez Fred Lopez Ruth Robinson Rivera Devra Weber Eliezer Risco~Editor 1967-1970
Joe Razo~Editor 1967-1971

La Raza photographic archived events: (partial list 1967-1978)
• East Los Angeles high school student walkouts
• Board of Education Los Angeles educational issues
• Board of Supervisors Los Angeles mental & health facility demonstrations
• Chicano Moratorium demonstrations against Vietnam War
• August 29, 1970 anti-war rally; murder of LAT journalist Ruben Salazar
• Brown Beret demonstrations
• Catolicos Por La Raza, Saint Basil Church demonstrations
• Police brutality and local/regional/national incarceration issues
• Political suppression, reapportionment & representation
• Teatro Campesino and UFW Farm Movement
• Mexican-American stereotypes, and its negative media overload
• La Raza Unida political party origins, influence and impact
• Corky Gonzalez-Crusade For Justice, Colorado
• Reies Lopez Tijerina- Land Grants, New Mexico

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El Centro Chicano at USC Celebrates 40 Years


I arrived on the USC campus for grad school in 1972, with some trepidation. I figured I'd once again be the only Chicano in sight. Wrong.

Living in LA since exiting the Army in 1970, I elected to exit the world of work into full time grad school. The GI Bill covered tuition and fees--twelve units at $75 a hit.

That first year of grad school coincided with the first year of El Centro Chicano. Frank Sifuentes QEPD engaged recruiters who brought 110 raza students to USC. That such an organization would exist countermanded the popular stereotype of USC’s insular exclusivity.

Over the next couple years I would photograph centro activities, usually on Daily Trojan assignment. I especially looked forward to the frequent tardeadas, which meant free food and the laughter of the serving line.

I recently learned that, being I was an older vato--and one who always had a camera pointed at them--the youngsters thought me a narc. That explains why the women wouldn't let me help in the kitchen, I guess.


December 1, 2012 marks an opportunity for that group of 110 suspicious kids to return for the 40th Anniversary of El Centro’s existence. Not only that crew but all USC alumni looking to recognize and celebrate forty years of centro history at USC, and help raise money to promote another 40.


The original centro occupied the most prominent spot on campus, a storefront space where Hoover Street ended at the gate to campus. Everyone walking onto the University of Southern California campus from nearby student housing passed el centro’s parking lot mural and the wraparound mural crowning the façade.

Led by Sy Abrego, that group of students breathed new energy into campus life. On Cinco de Mayo, MEChA held festivities in the student center patio as well as the lawn of el centro. President John Hubbard came for a formal update and left more convinced than ever to support el centro.

Thost years, at the emcee mic of most centro public events was locutor and student Marco Antonio Dominguez. Dominguez would read his poetry at chicano literature's first floricanto in 1973, then return in 2010 for the reunion floricanto, when Marco Antonio shares the stage with his poet son.

That centro structure was razed years ago, the site today uncommemorated, buried under lovely landscaping and a parking lot.

Today’s centro occupies a beautiful penthouse suite in the nearby architectural gem of the campus church.

Town and Gown, where the original Festival de Flor y Canto sponsored by el centro took place, hosts the 40th Anniversary celebration of El Centro Chicano. Director Billy Vela notes:

For 40 years, we’ve been providing invaluable services and programs to USC Latino students and we’re excited to announce that we will be having a 40th Anniversary Gala on Saturday December 1st, 2012 from 6:00pm to 9:00pm at Town and Gown.

Full details on attending, corporate sponsorships, contacting Billy or El Centro, are at the event website: http://sait.usc.edu/elcentro/


Banned Books Update

The books are still banned in Arizona, but the Special Master has opened the policies--but not the hearts and minds--of the Tucson Unified School District.

The original 1974 desegregation order led to implementing the successful raza studies core curriculum. Then the court took the district's word that it had straightened up and was flying right. Federal oversight lifted, the district dismantled the raza studies program and banned their materials from classrooms. Bureaucrats and teachers pulled the titles from classroom shelves while children looked on in stunned silence. "I thought she was our friend," one student sadly related.

The current court orders admitted the foolishness of trusting these tipos, and returned community sensibilities to TUSD's core. The court goes a step further, demanding the program's expansion to the K-12 gamut.

In the long-awaited report, the Federal Court's Special Master reinstates a core curriculum that restores openness and cultural appropriateness to the curriculum. The story is not burning up the presses, so in addition to the order reproduced by Tucson Sentinel, check out Three Sonorans, whose ongoing reporting has kept the news alive over the long slog to today's status quo ante snafu.

Ironically, per Three Sonorans, fighting the progressive court order are prominent members of Arizona's Democratic Party establishment. Instead of tearing up the banned books list, these people are fighting for the right to ban books.

The voters gave Obama four more years to cure Unitedstates ills like Arizona disease. After Obama brings the troops home--next week would be fine--he needs to clean up the mess in Arizona.


Santa Ana Bowers Museo Fêtes Oaxaca

Click image for a larger size, or visit the Bowers website for details of what looks to be a holiday gift bonanza so early in the shopping season.

La Bloga On-Line Floricanto Day 13 Month 11 Year 2012
Tara Evonne Trudell, Iris De Anda, Sonia Gutiérrez, Esmeralda Bernal, Andrea Mauk

La Bloga celebrates six poems from five poets in the month's second On-Line Floricanto:
“Border Song” by Tara Evonne Trudell
“500 Years” by Iris De Anda
“Herencia / Legacy” por Sonia Gutiérrez
“Rosita” by Esmeralda Bernal
“Mudos Across the Ocean Divide” by Andrea Mauk

Border Song
by Tara Evonne Trudell

will I be
the border song
you sing
against
rusty tall
fences
will I be
the warm
flesh
you ache
to feel
in cold
distances
will humanity
ever comprehend
how deep
brown
can feel
so many years
suppressing
generations
taking fear
and crafting it
to the masses
keeping souls
trapped
in far away
places
continual stealing
taking earth
and
killing her people
will children die
playing sticks
and stones
growing
into living
a walking dead
society
tireless ancestors
spirits fighting
revolutions
over and over
in an America
that doesn't care
to question
will I be
your
last border
song?

tara evonne trudell c/s november 4, 2012



500 Years
by Iris De Anda

Amputated thought discarded in delusion
of too much money
too much gain
Sell you ideas of futuristic dreams
things unseen
& you will never see
Sell the cycle to the middle class
think you're made of glass
made of extremes
Keep the poor in the dark alley
covered with the newspaper that tells of your greed
on them you feed
Radicals seek to misshape your kingdom of doom
for them you have no room
Liberals fight to magnify your lies
try to inform of the underprivileged cries
Labels drown in the abyss
of ultimate creation
Because before
there was or were or is a name
Everything became one in the same
So who's to blame
Present day, month, & fears
It's been 500 years
It's been 500 years
It's been 500 years



Herencia
por Sonia Gutiérrez

Soy la lengua de Frida—vulgar
como la de mi abuela.

Y la punta del bolígrafo azul,
doblegando al papel callado.

También soy la flor de tuna,
asomandome por la madrugada.

Soy orejas de olla de barro, escuchando
el paladar de mis antepasados.

Mujer de cara redonda
como la tortilla de maíz y nopal.

Cuerpo de abeja punzante
de donde nace el mañana.

Y soy, por supuesto, letras armadas
con azadones arreando nuestro destino.

La mariposa sedienta, bebiendo
del sudor de una mano humedecida.

Soy las garras del jaguar, rasgando
las líneas esclavas del bufón de vista corta.

Soy la poeta que las leyes escupen muy lejos—
al exilio de los poetas.

Soy herencia—que pinta de mil matices
de verde a esta nuestra tierra natal.

Pero definitivamente soy una manita de puerco
si tu horquilla del diablo asoma su rostro feo.

A esos los vestimos de esqueletos
y los ponemos a bailar por las calles, eternamente.


Legacy
by Sonia Gutiérrez


I am Frida’s tongue—vulgar
like my grandmother’s.

And the tip of a blue ballpoint pen
kowtowing shy paper.

I am also the prickly pear flower
peering at dawn.

The ears of a clay pot, listening
to the palate of my ancestors.

A woman with a round face
like the corn and cactus tortilla.

Body of a throbbing bee
where tomorrow is born.

And I am, of course, armed letters
with hoes spurring our destiny.

The thirsty butterfly drinking
from the sweat of a moist hand.

I am the claws of the jaguar, tearing
the enslaved lines of the nearsighted fool.

I am the poet whom laws spit far away—
to the exile of poets.

I am legacy—who paints this our homeland
a thousand shades of green.

But I am most definitely an arm twist
if your devil’s pitchfork shows its ugly head.

To those, we dress up like skeletons
and make them dance through the streets, eternally.


Rosita
by Esmeralda Bernal

if I had a thick accent
my words, in your mind,
would flow with memories
of mexico and
your ears would love
the sound of their hands
cleaning house

in your mind
every spanish tinged word
would be a once a year call
back to the fence
your white bread smile
an approval of Rosita
climbing over the fence
directly to your services

if my words were
unbarbed metallic
sounds without
accent
an English cusped in
a spun dream
you would combust
in outrage and
send Rosita packing

© Esmeralda Bernal 11/4/12



Mudos Across the Ocean Divide
by Andrea Mauk

I shed the flag in which I'm draped
so I can see myself bare breasted
unadorned by donkey tails and elephant tusks.
I pluck the stars one by one
from the field of blue
and launch them out the window sill
wonder if they can still
fly
but they twirl back to earth
in a tailspin
and melt like snowflakes
as they touch down.

I come from an island
a goddess
of red, white and blue
Spain's last outpost,
one star, her voice
washes between
coastlines
loudly unheard,
testing ground
for the pill,
breeding ground of
beauty queens...
And here, we are hemming skirts
and stocking shelves
rolling up sleeves,
as they're trading coffee beans
and sugar cane
for tax-free trade
and tourism.
Would you like an umbrella with that?

I sew the stripes together
and wind them 'round me
walk to the nearest polling place
enthusiasm of a mummy,
close the curtain
and cast my net across the wide
froth of Atlantic blue
catch my fill of calamar
and octopus,
fry them up with
Green Party platano
but loving arms, tostones and tentacles aside,
I am awash in my own
milk and honey land,
they call me
that other kind
of Mexican (?)

I am not a slave but I am owned,
possessed like a noun
watched over by the eye
and the pyramid.
And I question the Goddess,
does she really want
to be a state
when the state of the nation
is unraveled, just broken
coming unglued
link by link
on the partisan spine
and the laborious backs,
to be owned by the
boardroom masters on the
87th floor?

I run down the stairs
out the front stoop
to gather the stars
that have yet to dissolve
upon the bodega's
sidewalk
place them in my eyes,
their sparkling hope
fleating,
let the ribbon of stripes sewn
red after white
fly towards home from the boardwalk
on this starless night,
send my voice
spinning out to sea,
a gift to those who stayed behind.

We are citizens both here and there.
We are mudos across the ocean divide,
our borders drawn by Poseidón.
We are peripheral,
between the shores.
I have given away my stars and stripes
left only with the yellow fringe
belted around my nakedness.
It doesn't really matter.
No one will even notice me
on this election eve.


BIOS
“Border Song” by Tara Evonne Trudell
“500 Years” by Iris De Anda
“Herencia / Legacy” por Sonia Gutiérrez
“Rosita” by Esmeralda Bernal
“Mudos Across the Ocean Divide” by Andrea Mauk

Tara Evonne Trudell has resumed writing poetry after a break of almost ten years and is passionate about combining poetry and film to create a visual art form of her own. She is a mother of four children and raising them to be socially aware and conscious of the injustices that plague our society. This is a top priority of hers as a she rediscovers her own word in a world that only attempts to silence the Indigenous spirit.

Iris De Anda is a writer, activist, and practitioner of the healing arts. A native of Los Angeles she believes in the power of spoken word, poetry, storytelling, and dreams. Follow her story @ http://irisdeanda.typepad.com/la_writer_underground/


Sonia Gutiérrez, a promoter of social justice and human dignity, first contributed her poems to Poets Responding to SB 1070 in 2010. Sonia teaches English at Palomar College, where she advises the Palomar Poets. Her poetry and vignettes have appeared in the San Diego Poetry Annual, contratiempo, CRATE, Mujeres de Maiz, City Works Journal and La Jornada Semanal de México. Sonia’s poem, “La Maza y cantera de una poeta”/“A Poet’s Mallet and Quarry,” was selected “10 Best Poems of 2011” by La Bloga. Sonia’s bilingual poetry collection, Spider Woman/La Mujer Araña, is forthcoming; she’s at work on her novel, Kissing Dreams from a Distance, among other projects.


Esmeralda Bernal resides in Phoenix, Arizona. She strongly supports the dreamers and their valiant efforts to have the Dream Act become a reality. Her poetry has appeared in La Bloga, HaLapid, Yellow Medicine Review and recently in Nahualliandoing Dos: An Anthology in Nahuatl, Espanol and Engish.


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 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 a regular contributor to Poets responding to SB 1070. Her poems have been chosen for publication on La Bloga’s Tuesday Floricanto numerous times. She is also a moderator of Diving Deeper, an online workshop for writers, and has written extensively about music, especially jazz, while working in the entertainment industry.

Her production company, Dancing Horse Media Group, is currently in pre-production of her independent film, “Beautiful Dreamer,” based on her original screenplay and manuscript, and along with her partners, is producing a unique cookbook that blends healthful recipes with poetry and prose from the community.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Spotlight on Blas Falconer and his new poetry collection, “The Foundling Wheel” (Four Way Books)


Blas Falconer is the author of  A Question of Gravity and Light (University of Arizona Press, 2007), and The Perfect Hour (Pleasure Boat Studio: A Literary Press, 2006). He is also a co-editor for The Other Latin@: Writing Against a Singular Identity (University of Arizona Press, 2011), and Mentor & Muse: Essays from Poets to Poets (Southern Illinois University Press, 2010).

An associate professor at Austin Peay State University, he serves as the coordinator of the Creative Writing Program and the poetry editor of Zone 3 Magazine/Zone 3 Press. In January of 2012, Falconer also began teaching for the low-residency MFA program at Murray State University.

Falconer’s awards include a 2011 National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, the Maureen Egen Writers Exchange Award from Poets & Writers, a Tennessee Individual Artist Grant, the New Delta Review Eyster Prize for Poetry, and the Barthelme Fellowship.

Born and raised in Virginia, Falconer earned an M.F.A. from the University of Maryland (1997), and a Ph.D. in Creative Writing and Literature from the University of Houston (2002). He currently lives in Nashville, Tennessee with his family.


Falconer’s newest book is the poetry collection, The Foundling Wheel (Four Way Books, 2012). The publisher describes the collection: “Centered on the adoption of Blas Falconer's son, The Foundling Wheel creates an emotional mosaic that explores the decision to become a parent. In ‘The Annunciation,’ Falconer imagines Gabriel’s visitation: ‘Faith, he might have said, / as the cells of disbelief began to multiply: a son/ who'd face great pain? Certain death?’ The book begins as the desire to have a child is first realized, and while it certainly rejoices in the bond between father and son—‘my body, tuned / to hear you cry before you cry, stirs’—it also grapples with fears that accompany parenthood, loss of the former self, and the transformation from manhood into fatherhood.”

Praise for The Foundling Wheel:

“The pastoral is the lyric of a landscape. Blas Falconer's landscapes—and the people he places in them—elevate the pastoral to a level where the music has the force of an idea, in a language at once symbolic and probic. His ‘Field Marks for Birds,’ his ‘Warm Day in Winter,’ his ‘Bluffs of Pico Duarte’ become interiors of association and moral conviction, and the book they appear in, The Foundling Wheel, a force in itself.” —Stanley Plumly

For a complete list of upcoming readings, visit Blas Falconer’s events page.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Sarah Cortez: The Interview



by Amelia M.L. Montes (ameliamontes.com)

The “spotlight” was on Sarah Cortez October 22nd when La Bloga writer, Daniel Olivas featured her new book, Walking Home:  Growing Up Hispanic in Houston.  Today I am treating you, dear Bloga readers, to an interview with Sarah on Walking Home.


Sarah Cortez
The design cover of Walking Home:  Growing Up Hispanic in Houston is a stained glass Madonna and child. Most people are familiar with stained glass: small pieces of glass arranged in colors creating a pattern, a picture, encased in strips of lead. The Madonna, with stars and celestial bodies behind her and the child, is serene here.  Yet the term “stained” is interesting because glass that was once transparent and clear is now contaminated with color, sullied even, in order to create this beautiful and sacred image. 

In this mixed-genre memoir, each story begins unsullied—clear:  the narrator describes life as society directs it should be with a happy marriage, a promise of many children, a good life.  Cortez takes the “societal canvas” (what women and men are told they must do, act, produce, etc.) and she then layers the canvas with individual experiences (like bits of glass) which tell very different stories:  “an odd dancing heart,” “unsaid goodbyes,” “never-delivered hellos.”  These are vignettes told in narrative form and poetry that individualize what it meant for one U.S. Latina to grow up in Houston. 

Sarah Cortez reading from Walking Home:  Growing Up Hispanic in Houston
Sarah Cortez, a member of the Texas Institute of Letters and fifth-generation Texan, has numerous poems anthologized here and in Europe.  Winner of the PEN Texas Literary Award in poetry, her debut collection is entitled How to Undress a Cop.  An award-winning anthologist of five volumes, her most recent is You Don’t Have a Clue:  Latino Mystery Stories for Teens which was short-listed for the International Latino Book Awards.  Her poem, “The Secret,” was short-listed for the 2011 annual contest of Rattle. 

--an International Latino Book Award finalist
Today I include an interview with Sarah Cortez.  I thank Sarah for taking the time to answer these questions for La Bloga:

Montes:  At the beginning of Walking Home: Growing Up Hispanic in Houston, you invite the reader to “step up to the stained-glass window.”  You write:  “Here, trapped in the hues and slivers, are the unlived dreams of my family—mother, father, me.”  What do you mean by ‘unlived’—it’s a very provocative word to use because it then troubles whether this is memoir or creative non-fiction. 

Cortez:  As a reader and writer of memoir for many years and as a teacher of memoir for over a decade, I have thought long and hard about the boundaries and definitions surrounding memoir.  There is the post-modernist's stance that "everything is fiction"; there is the stance of certain (now-disgraced) writers that says "I'll lie about whatever I choose to lie about and then call it 'memoir.’”  I don't agree with either of these extreme positions.

Memoir is a form of creative nonfiction called the personal essay.  But it has its own parameters that do not involve the unacknowledged creation of fiction.  In fiction, the contract between the writer and the reader says that what is written on the page is only limited by the writer's imagination.  In memoir, the contract between the writer and reader is that what is written on the page happened to the best recollection of the writer, and if imaginative space (e.g. dreams, hopes, imaginings) is utilized, then it is acknowledged. 
Sarah Cortez


What I have tried to do in this book is claim the unlived dreams of myself and my parents.  However, I have been careful to keep the reader "in the know."

Perhaps, this is a good place to mention that all the details surrounding each dream -- especially in the maternal grandparents' household  and hometown are historically accurate.

Montes:  You use first person, second person, and you begin with third person.  Why did you decide to avoid a traditional narrator?  

Cortez:  I avoided a traditional first-person narrator, as is common in memoir, because I wished to place the reader inside the head of more than myself.  I also wished to shrink the space between the reader and other important characters, such as my mother and my father.  The only craft decision that would impart this crucial intimacy with more than one character was multiple perspectives and multiple voices, which I hoped would serve to connect the reader with the many facets of each of several characters.

Montes:  Section One is done so well in that you give the reader a possible expectation first with naming this section "white" (purity, innocence) and then the story deftly defies such possible plots.  Many of the sections are like this.  Tell us how you crafted these pieces.

Cortez:  I'm not quite sure what to say here.  I spent months, if not years, thinking about how to structure these pieces.  When I sat down to write them, the fruit of those years of pondering led me to utilize colors, almost as frontispieces, for the vignettes.  In a way, the colors are the distillations of the prose pieces.

Montes:  Section one is narration and Section two is poetry.  Were these separate manuscripts at one point?  How did you decide to organize these sections and why place the narration first and poetry second? 

Cortez:  I wrote the poetry section first but realized that trying to sell a book of poetry of largely happy experiences would be impossible.  The literary world, for better or for worse, is in love with high-level drama and unhappiness.  I seached for what I could do to write the complexity under the happiness.  After all, most humans have to make it through sorrow and tragedy many times in their lives.  The subtext of their happiness is the sorrow.

Montes:  I see a theme in this book regarding the "gaze."  There are all kinds of "viewings" or "seeing" throughout the book. In the beginning you invite the reader to "look closely."  Later, in the piece "Cobalt Blue," the first person narrator says:  "At the funeral home I will not watch my youngest brother disintegrate" . . . "I will not watch bent and sad friends" (11).  Further on you have a piece entitled "The Looking" and in Section Two the poem "Delivery" describes the milkman "seeing" things which prompts the narrator to feel "violated."  How do you see "the gaze" in your book? 

Cortez:  I haven't consciously thought about this dynamic, although it is a fascinating observation that you are making.  What I did think about very consciously was how gazing through stained glass distorts what is on the other side.  I wanted the reader to consider in a deep, deep way how those of us in my family made it through difficulties and sadnesses to reach our peace and joy.

Montes:  Who did you write this book for and how did you come upon the title of your book? 

Cortez:  I'd like to think that I wrote this book for everyone.  After all, literature is one of the ways we can form connections with people who are supposedly "unlike" us.  There is a beautiful anecdote related by Amy Tan about being in Mississippi and having people so relate to her family members that they tell her how her family is "just like my family."  It's those human bonds that great writing (and who knows if my memoir is that or not) can remind us of as we read.  In terms of the title, I was in love with the idea of "Walking Home" probably because that is what I did every day after school growing up, i.e. I walked home.  It became a metaphor for what we yearn to do, but can never really do, as the last poem in the volume says.  By the way, I've had people in the audience during readings burst into tears when I read that last poem.

Montes:  What writers do you feel are doing similar types of books like this one.  What are you doing differently/similarly?  

Cortez:  I don't know any other memoir writers who have even attempted what I am doing in this book.  A few have tried mixed-genre memoirs, but the only apparent dynamic that orders the pieces is chronology of time sequencing.  To me, this is unsophisticated and ultimately unsatisfying to the reader.

Montes:  What writers have influenced your work?

Cortez:  I began my writing career as a literary short story writer, then segued into literary poetry.  I've since developed a specialty in crime fiction and memoir.  I've been published in all these genres as well as in academic venues and journalistic venues.  All this is to say that the influences on my writing are varied. :) Some of my favourite writers are John Donne, Shakepeare, Ovid, Sappho, Homer.  A more contemporary favourite is Megan Abbott, the reigning princess of noir crime writing.  She is an incredible craftswoman and plots with the best of them.  I adore every aspect of her writing.  Her exquisite focus and pacing.  Tone and mood.  Characterization.  Vocabulary.  She's a heck of a writer.  edgy yet sophisticated and subtle.

Montes:  Do you have a writing routine?  What is it like?  How did your routine allow you to finish Walking Home?  

Cortez:  I don't have a specific writing routine.  I teach so many classes and edit manuscripts for clients all over the world.  I fit in my own writing after I take care of my clients!!  (And I love working with other writers!)

Montes:  Is there something you would like to add?  

Cortez:  I would like to encourage every single reader you have to believe in him/herself enough to do something creative that is outside of their present daily routine.  It could be gardening, or playing a musical instrument, or sewing, or writing, or baking.  If you believe in yourself plus get some education (whether through reading, workshops, seminars, etc.) in your creative pursuit, you will thrive in spirit.  This is very important and often people don't believe in themselves enough to pursue a creative endeavor.  I built my writing/editing career over 26 years.  During most of those years, I only had 15 or 20 minutes a day (or less) to devote to writing or revising.  But I did it slowly, bit by bit.  It has not been easy but it is tremendously rewarding: I have three publishers and by this time next year I'll have nine books out.

Muchisimas gracias Sarah for taking the time to speak to La Bloga today!  For more information, check out Sarah Cortez’s website:  CLICK HERE! 

Sarah Cortez








Saturday, November 10, 2012

Write a Chicano novel in a month?


by Rudy Ch. Garcia

November 2012.

I’m not in Denver, again. In Houston, again, but this time for a family wedding and no readings for the novel, The Closet of Discarded Dreams.

But I’ve embarked on what I call my 9th life. Some of the priors resemble how this one will play out, but this may prove enjoyable in ways the others only touched. Seven of the others will wait for explanations another time.

Public school education, my eighth life, and I will probably part ways, permanently. The administrators will not miss me. The kids would be a different story. I’ll still do volunteer work and maybe some work as a substitute, but I’m one more casualty of a country of school systems gone bad-to-worse.

Ninth life: full-time writer

It’s appropriate to begin the 9th in what some call NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. As one site explains it, “The goal is to write a 50,000-word (approx. 175 pp.) novel by midnight Nov. 30. In 2011, we had 256,618 participants and 36,843 of them crossed the 50K finish line by the deadline.”

Years ago I attempted to write the original draft of my Chicano fantasy novel in a month--although it wound up taking forty-five days--of about 60k words. Many revisions followed.

This time should be more fruitful, based on the premise that I am a much more savvy writer now. As of Nov. 9 I’ve completed 10k words. However this 10k is vastly improved from the first 10k I did years ago.

My process is relatively simple:
  • Up at 5:30 or so, read the paper, check Email, sip two—only two cups of coffee, begin writing.
  • Breaks every 60-90 min. away from the computer. Return to writing. This is fairly new for me. Before this year I would work without leaving the den or the keyboard, work until the brain was fried and restart the next morning. Brain-science readings have added taking these breaks to revive my thinking. Also new, frequent rehydration, a glass of water, or so.

At the MileHiCon, the KOP series novelist Warren Hammond explained his method of writing. What I took from him and have implemented this month is to begin each day not where I left off before, but instead somewhere earlier, even on page one. This is radically different from my composing, but I’m driven by Warren’s explanation that doing his novels in this manner means that once he reaches the last page, he is essentially finished with final revisions. Vamos a ver.

As for the subject of my November work, from lessons learned in my summer posts on latinos and sci-fi, Spic vs Spec, as well as discussions with Jim Fiscus of SFFWA, Paolo Bacigalupi (The Windup Girl) and editors and publishers. I concluded that composing a young adult dark fantasy with Chicano protagonists should be my final work for the year.

It’s likewise fitting to finish my best year ever (5 published works, with two months remaining) by entering a field that begs for mas y mas y mas spec lit for Chicano boys. It would be a great finish of my teaching years, to give back to kids something they need more than a new standardized test.

As I said earlier, I’m on about page 40 of the new work and already recognize that if you liked/loved The Closet of Discarded Dreams, you’re going to love/bust a gut from reading the next installment. It is a prequel, not a sequel. What happened to The Chicano and Chrisie “the Bruiser” Falcón before The Closet of Discarded Dreams.

This is all for today; I’m tired. Pocho Joe of KUVO-fm radio and novelist Manuel Ramos stopped by yesterday and tricked me into drinking mucho. They actually left early for me to complete my Friday intoxication, solo, but I still blame them.

I’m in Houston, it’s humid, in the 70s, smoggy, while Denver’s prepping for some freeze and snow. I brought the MacBook and am having a chingón time with the prequel. Wish you were here to read some of this draft, but I guess that will have to wait for an editor to show up first.

Suerte in your Nov. writing and the rest of the time, too,
RudyG

Author of the Chicano fantasy novel The Closet of Discarded Dreams

Last minute: Arizona comes to Colorado 

On our way to the airport we passed an RTD bus, the regional mass transit most gente use to get around. The huge sign on the side caught my eye:

"It's not Islamophobia, it's Islamorealism."

It's not stirred enough local controversy yet, but placement of the ads has been upheld  in court elsewhere.

The ads were intended to hit the Obama campaign in swing states and obviously didn't work. If you sympathize with those of another religion and want to do something about these ads, you might want to vote against the type of judges who uphold the right to spread racist hate propaganda. And let RTD know your views. Before the whole state gets Arizonaed.

Friday, November 09, 2012

Complimentary Takes on Arizona: Meeting Jeff Biggers at the Texas Book Festival


Melinda Palacio
Melinda Palacio and Jeff Biggers 

I had the pleasure of being on an immigration panel with Jeff Biggers at the Texas Book Festival last month. The panel, moderated by Erica Grieger of the Texas Monthly, felt more like conversation pulled in two different directions since I was representing the truth as fiction in Ocotillo Dreams, my novel on the INS sweeps of 1997 Chandler, Arizona, and Jeff Biggers was representing the stories that make up Arizona in his non-fiction book, State Out of the Union: Arizona and the Final Showdown Over the American Dream. Ultimately, both takes on Arizona, fiction and non-fiction, are about story. Of Jeff's Book, Luis Alberto Urrea writes:

"Jeff Biggers has the unblinking gaze of the honed journalist, a novelist's sense of image and story, and a prophet's cache of outrage. He stands in my very short list of American literary heroes. With State Out of the Union, Biggers shows us he can write anything-and do it well. His aim is true."

Erica Grieger, Melinda Palacio, and Jeff Biggers before the panel on immigration in Arizona.
Biggers is prepared to take on the good fight in his non-fiction books. The award-winning writer has authored three books, including Author of State Out of the Union, Reckoning at Eagle Creek, The United States of Appalachia and In the Sierra Madre, and numerous articles in venues such as the New York Times, Washington Post, The Nation, Atlantic Monthly and Salon. He has worked as a writer and educator across the United States, Europe, India, and Mexico.

Growing up in the 1970s in Tucson, Biggers witnessed the state's first and only Mexican American governor, the leadership of Cesar Chavez, and the music of Linda Ronstadt.


Biggers' State out of the Union: Arizona and the Final showdown over the American Dream offers an account of the stories that have shaped Arizona, both facts and the myths that Governor Brewer, a California transplant, who ascended to power when President Obama plucked Janet Napolitano to head the Department of Homeland Security, and Sheriff Arpaio, the son of Italian immigrants, have used their own shortcomings to create the state's xenophobic hysteria and suppress the story of Mexican and Native people of Arizona.

The important take away in Biggers's bellweather book is its optimism for Arizona's future. What's even more powerful is Jeff's presentation of the book. His performance monologues veer from the scripted page as Biggers animates stories from his book in an impressive read that left me with a desire to offer a stronger aural performance of my work.

"As a cultural historian, I try to cross boundaries and that's the beauty of History," he said in an recent chat with La Bloga. "It comes down to our stories, the ones that have influenced us."
Jeff Biggers performing scenes from State Out of the Union.

Jeff's book tells the story of immigration in Arizona and the law HB2281 which shuts down Mexican-American Studies in schools and bans our books in Tucson's Unified School District. His personal story as an Arizonan invests itself in optimism for a state ruled by extremist politicians in a book that was named Publisher's Weekly, Top Ten Social Science Titles, 2012, State of the Union: Arizona and the Final Showdown Over the American Dream. "Their actions would give rise to a game-changing shift in Latino activism to reclaim the state from its extremist interlopers-or, rather, to bring Arizona back as a state in the union."


Jeff will be doing an epic event in Athens, GA on Wednesday, Nov. 14th, on behalf of Freedom U. Georgia, uniting the immigrant/civil rights and environmental justice movements: https://www.facebook.com/events/113588158801402/. Visit Jeff's website for future books, articles, and tour dates.





For those in California, Tia Chucha Centro Cultural has a great weekend coming up with Xanath on Saturday and Reyna Grande and Pilar Marerro on Sunday
When:  Saturday, November 10, 2012
What:  Writing Workshop led by Xánath Caraza
Where:  Tia Chuca's Centro Cultural Bookstore
Time:  12:30-3:30p.m.

What:  Xánath Caraza reading from her book, Conjuro
When: (same day--Saturday, November 10th)
Time:  5p.m.
Where:  Tia Chuca's Centro Cultural Bookstore






News from the Fire Tour


After a ten day pause, Melinda Palacio will resume the Fire Tour.
While I am away, listen to a pre-recorded interview on KUNM's Espejos de Aztlan, November 12 at 7pm.

Melinda is going to Cuba, but will be back in time for Lalo's interview on the Pocho Power Hour.


November 16, Pocho Hour of Power Radio Show, Live, 4pm.

November 17, National Hispanic Cultural Center, History & Literary Arts series, 2pm, Albuquerque, NM.

November 18, LA Palabra, Avenue 50 Studio, Highland Park,
131 North Avenue 50, Highland Park, CA 90042, 2pm.

November 20, How Fire Is A Story, Waiting book signing at Chaucer’s Books, Santa Barbara, 7 p.m., 3321 State Street, Santa Barbara, CA 93105.

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Chicanonautica: Arizona Election Delirium



“Used to be all you had to be was free, white, and twenty-one!” A guy who looked like Custer in a baseball cap ranted into his cell phone. He saw me and added: “But now you have to be a minority!

A couple of days later, I saw a police cruiser leaving the library. Some guy tried to pick a fight with one of the guards. On my way home, a woman bared her breasts at a bus stop.

The election was getting close, and delirium was percolating over Arizona. I was even hearing grumbling of “if Obama’s re-elected that mean’s the Rapture's coming.” Maybe the results can be read in the entrails of roadkill clogging the streets. I decided to cherchez la weird.

Arizona has been a center for political weirdness for some time now. Outsiders have the idea that it’s all gun-toting white racists in cowboy hats, but in my district on the west side of the Metro Phoenix Area we often elect Hispanic Democrats. “Whites” are a minority in my neighborhood. A few blocks from a street full of shrines to the Virgen de Guadalupe is a house with guard tower featuring a rifle-toting mannikin and a sign: YOU CAN TAKE MY GUN WHEN YOU PRY IT FROM MY COLD, DEAD FINGERS.

Folks from the east side are afraid of going west of Central Avenue. I try to assure them that the rumors of cannibalism and human sacrifice are highly exaggerated.

Politicians have found that if they promise Arizonans they won’t have to pay taxes, and that they'll protect them with laws against things like immigrants and ethnic studies, they can get elected. Then they raid all the state funds they can, while fighting each other for whatever federal money that they can funnel into their personal empires. There’s no united front -- they take chunks out of each other like piranha in a feeding frenzy.
This and changing demographics -- “I went school! And it was nothing but MEXICANS!” as a neighbor of mine put it -- make for a delirious atmosphere around election time.

The day before, they were setting up the polling place in the library where I work while a guy in a ROMNEY/RYAN t-shirt frowned and listen to whatever was playing in his earbuds.  A couple of hours earlier, people were asking about voting.

There were a lot of sirens throughout the night before. More sirens the next morning as the voting started.


Election Day was oddly calm. Voting at the library happened without incident. It was quiet in Arizona. Too quiet. No music. No whooping it up. No celebratory bursts of gunfire.


After it was called for Obama, it was an even quieter night. No sirens.

To my surprise, the disturbing calm continued through the day after the election. There were no bugged-out eyeballs, gritting teeth, or cars up on sidewalks on the streets of Phoenix. I did keep seeing a certain look -- like someone had been stunned and the extent of the impact hadn’t sunk in. The emotions were bubbling below the surface.

Frankly, I’d rather just see people freak out and get it over with.

Meanwhile, Arizona maintained its dystopian status quo. Sheriff Joe Arpaio is still going to do his performance art mojo to protect the citizens of Maricopa County from the invading horde. We will probably be seeing more legislative mayhem soon.

The state is like a boiling cauldron with lid clamped on it. Looks like I’ll have plenty of flaming weirdness to write about soon.

I’ll keep reporting.

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In other news: November 10, Xánanth Caraza will be doing a poetry workshop (12:30-3:30pm) and reading (5pm) at Tía Chuca’s Cultural Bookstore in El Lay. 

Ernest Hogan’s Smoking Mirror Blues is available for Kindle for $2.99 -- 70% of which goes to the Ernest Hogan Defense Fund. Thanks to all of you who downloaded it for the Dead Daze giveaway. Please review it on Amazon. Colorful quotes will be immortalized.

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Reading Is Fundamental of Southern California- Second Annual Online ThanksGIVING Fundraising Drive


Exerpt from ThanksGIVING Campaign press release:


Reading Is Fundamental of Southern California (RIFSoCal) – the 40-year-old Los Angeles organization that helped spark a nationwide reading revolution – kicks off its second annual online ThanksGIVING fundraising drive, scheduled to run from November 4-11, 2012.

The social media campaign offers free downloadable gifts from some of the region’s best-loved children’s book authors in exchange for tax-deductible donations of $10 or more to RIFSoCal. Every $10 donation made online at http://www.rifsocal.org or by, clicking associated social networking links, enables one underserved child in the Los Angeles area (preschool through third grade) to participate in a year of free RIFSoCal book distributions, including the ability to select three brand-new books of his/her choice to keep for building an at-home library.

Participating children’s authors offering downloadable gifts to campaign donors include: Sheri Fink (The Little Rose, The Little Gnome), Laura Marlowe (Tommy the Throwaway Dog, Roo B. Dee and the Lazy Day), Elle Febbo (What Love Is A-Z), Hayley Rose (Fifo the Bear books), Gladys Elizabeth Barbieri (Rubber Shoes: A Lesson in Gratitude), Alva Sachs (Circus Fever, I’m 5), Teresa de Grosbois (Jolo’s Two Bedrooms, The Presents’ Presents), Dennis Yang (The Tenth Floor, Where Did the Floufooze Go?), Mara Price (Grandma’s Chocolate, El Chocolate de Abuelita) and René Colato Lainez (The Tooth Fairy Meets El Raton Perez, I am René, the Boy).

“We’re thrilled to be partnering again with our friends in the L.A. children’s book author community,” says RIFSoCal Executive Director Carol Henault. “We appreciate their generous downloadable gifts, the joy they bring to young readers and their continued support as RIFSoCal makes strides toward achieving our $10,000 campaign fundraising goal.”

Founded in 1972, RIFSoCal has grown to become the largest program within the Reading Is Fundamental (RIF) national organization. RIF, headquartered in Washington, D.C., is the nation’s largest nonprofit children’s literacy organization, supporting the distribution of 15 million books annually in all 50 states through a combination of private donations and federal funding. A 501(c)3 organization with a Board of Directors, RIFSoCal will provide up to 300,000 new books for more than 100,000 children in the 2012-2013 fiscal year. The program has received special recognition from RIF for operational excellence, cited as a model for running a successful multi-site program.

About RIFSoCal:
Since 1972, Reading Is Fundamental of Southern California (RIFSoCal) has improved literacy by helping children discover the magic of reading for fun. Using a network of 8,000+ volunteers at 300 sites throughout Greater Los Angeles, RIFSoCal annually provides up to 300,000 new, free books of choice, together with motivational reading activities, to build the home libraries of more than 100,000 children and their families.



 Xánath Caraza 
at Tia Chucha's Centro Cultural Bookstore



When:  Saturday, November 10, 2012
What:  Writing Workshop led by Xánath Caraza
Where:  Tia Chucha's Centro Cultural Bookstore
Time:  12:30-3:30p.m.

 and 
 
What:  Xánath Caraza reading from her book, Conjuro
When: (same day--Saturday, November 10th)
Time:  5p.m.
Where:  Tia Chucha's Centro Cultural Bookstore