Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Review: Rebeldes. La Verne Author Summit. News. On-line floricanto.

Review: Rebeldes. A Proyecto Latina Anthology. Chicago: Proyecto Latina, 2013.
ISBN 978-1-4675-7607-9

Michael Sedano

The second-toughest challenge for a critic comes in form of the anthology collected from a host of writers.
To assess one writer inherently sleights those others whose work merited the editor-compiler’s notice. Then again, reading is a contextual process. After each reading, I find a different piece consuming memory space, demanding to be noticed and appreciated, an earlier favorite displaced.

My process, normally, is to approach anthologies with an eye on the editor’s strategy of recency and primacy. What piece appears first to set the tone; what appears as the closing piece for a final lasting impression? And, in the middle, what gems lurk in the flow of words and titles from contributor to contributor?

Rebeldes, A Proyecto Latina Anthology, defies this review process. Not because it doesn’t have a first and last piece with lots of wondrous work in between, but, owing to the showcase motive, the anthology features a rich mix of writers new to me, plus multiple genres including chisme, poetry, prose, graphic art, drama, and personal essay. Each of those segments has its first, middle, last structure, too. So many strong exemplars.

This reviewer, then, is unapologetically guilty he cannot single out each of the 26 contributors for analysis and examination, and owing to a faulty memory, will for sure forget to mention something valued highly at an earlier reading, like the closing piece by a woman my age. Así es, mil disculpas.

Quality is not an issue for the reader; one can begin in any random section or start at the beginning. Every piece comes with intrinsic value, beyond being one of more than 300 writers—established and emergent--who’ve contributed over the seven years Proyecto Latina has showcased writers in its Chicagoland reading series. This history alone merits buying the collection, if only to support the ideals of the project and founders Irasema Gonzales and Coya Paz. Rebeldes reflects an effective dedication to art and community. It has impact.

Each genre section launches with a page of epigrammatic chismes that range from funny to erotic to trenchant to ironic, and sometimes all-in-one. Like the chismosa who complains that the kids downstairs throw long and loud parties that remind her how old she’s growing, or la chismosa rebelde who complains about being propositioned for sex when a date would have been nicer.

The poetry and prose sections offer keen reflections of what Proyecto Latina is about. The poems divide clearly between two poles, the sophisticated poetry of a mature writer and the debut poet proclaiming her discovery of the world as if she were the first to notice.

In the mature work of lead-off writer Claudia Rosa Silva-Hernandez, a mother warns a daughter off elevator conversations with Felipe because Mexicanos think a woman wants him just because she chats him up. “No les des alas” she warns. Hija apostrophizes an apology to the hapless man, that she gave him the wrong idea. The sly woman, however, has set her sights and tells her Felipe to hold still while she clips his wings. Brilliantly crafted and insightful, Silva-Hernandez reminds us women have ideas, too; it’s not just about a man’s desires, and she’s in charge.

The second poet, Awilda González, reflects the emerging sensibility of dawning independence, a voice learning to expose dogging domestic abuse. “While children are dying to violence, we stand silent / Too busy taking up more important causes” she complains, adding, “Daddy’s too busy playing house in someone else’s home / Forgetting he has one of his own”.

Gonzalez’ tools are not simply the poet’s bludgeon, but she makes a reader wait for the final line to disclose her sharp stick to the eye, “Your memories are so few that you never knew what it was like to be called / Daddy.”

The third poet, bloguera Xánath Caraza, reaches for the sublime in her Spanish-language poems, particularly the lead-off piece of her three-poem quota. “Alcanza la niebla” begins in stone before rising into obscuring mists, “Con palabras rojas / Y la luna tatuada en el pecho / La mujer de senos llenos / Y canciones suaves / Alcanza la niebla.”

The prose section suffers from a paucity of pages. A taste of Mónica Teresa Ortiz, an appetizer from Diana Pando, an amuse bouche from Desiree T. Castro, followed with an extended serving from Stephanie Diaz Reppen.

Castro’s seven paragraphs of “Broken Language” compress time, looking backward and forward, in an abbreviated coming of age posture. An older sister counsels 13-year old cholas to knock off the eyebrow painting and mascara, to concentrate on studies, master bilinguality. “Your Spanish is so broken, I mean think of a gold fish swimming in an ocean with a broken fin, that’s how you struggle with your Spanish, you should be embarrassed.” The college girl pulls no punches on the peewees.

Sis knows what she’s talking about, giving pause to the cholitas whose make-up is camouflage to look tough so no one will want to pick fights. “We sat there at the table just listening…Melissa was a real badass in the neighborhood, known to fight like a guy, so we weren’t trying to talk back and test her.” But Melissa owns a new perspective, she’s fighting to save these kids, and it probably works. “you understand? We nodded. We kinda did, but not really…not yet anyway.”

Given the scope of this anthology, and the editors’ program of offering a writer more than one time at the plate to show her stuff, the prose abridgements and excerpts fail to satisfy, like an expensive entrée at a minimalist restaurant. Except Rebeldes is so completely affordable, at only $15.00, that readers should buy multiple copies to share with friends who enjoy a taste of fresh sensibilities and appreciate keen literary reminders of where we have been, where we might grow.

For sure, these writers shall grow and one day a reader will close the covers of a darn good book or poetry collection, and remember this initial exposure to the author’s immense talent in Rebeldes A Proyecto Latina Anthology.

Order directly from Proyecto Latina (click here), or have your local independent bookseller order your copies in time for trick or treat--it's a treat--or xmas--what a wondrous gift--or just be good to yourself and your friends and share your discovery of Rebeldes A Proyecto Latina Anthology.


University of La Verne Hosts LEAD Conference and Latina Latino Author Summit

Bel Hernandez’ head recoils in shocked recognition when she hears the speaker Bel’s just introduced pronounce the three syllables of the university president’s name, “Devorah.” “Debra,” Bel has just called her. It is one of those moments that catches one short. Some emcees might shine it on and hope no one notices.


Not Bel. Next time Hernandez takes the microphone, Bel acknowledges and apologizes for the mispronunciation. Devorah Lieberman shrugs it off and sails through the remainder of the opening program. There's too much inspirational content coming that's vitally important.

That’s the only glitch in the otherwise inspirational and exceedingly well-organized Latino Education Access and Development Conference that brings area high school kids and teachers to University of La Verne on a Saturday morning for the LEAD Conference.

Middle-schooler, captivated by astronaut Hernandez' speech returned multiple times to film the speed.
Note the brown-and-white-together logo on the projection screen.
About the only way to improve LEAD next time is bring in middle school kids. If schools want to instill a college-going culture, catch the kids in middle school, because that’s ideally when college planning should start.


Idealism has nothing to do with University of La Verne’s sponsorship of today’s events. There’s a steady vision guiding the effort to inspire and instill in attending youth the ganas to go out and get some of the pie, like today’s role models prove can be accomplished.

Clearly these kids have ganas but they need orientation. The boy sitting next to me, for example, is considering La Verne, Caltech, and Cal Poly Pomona for his first science degree. "Buenos días," I saludar his mother.

Dr. Devorah A. Lieberman commits her campus to a todo dar
efforts to serve the community and raza students.
One speaker is Grace Napolitano, the local House of Representatives officeholder. She's not a college graduate--high school only--adding a slight discordance to the effort to get the kids into college as the steppingstone to satisfying lives. The Congresswoman's story, however, illustrates the point Lieberman has made, NGU--Never Give Up.

The keynote speaker offers a genuinely heroic role model, astronaut José M. Hernández. A migrant farmworker born on this side, Hernández describes his fruitpicker upbringing crawling through mud so that the siblings enjoy taking off their Levi's so stiff from mud they stand on their own. Born here, during picking season, the future astronaut's siblings were born in Mexico, during the winter.

Hernandez' speech is puro chicano mezcla. Wacha:


You can take the boy out of the fields but you can't take la cultura out of the boy. Hernández' speech is a classic example of mezcla, or code-switching expression. His polished presentation identifies José M. Hernández as a perfect candidate for any school looking for bilingual role models for kids with their own ad astra per aspera dreams. Hernández' biography sells out in English from La Verne's bookstore, only a few Spanish-language copies remain.

Hernández' father approves the ten-year old's dream to be an astronaut. Set a goal, know what's expected, where you fall short, work to achieve. Otherwise your future is here in the fields picking strawberries con la familia. He applies eleven times and is denied. On the twelfth application, he wins appointment.

In the Latina Empowerment Workshop, three powerful women share life stories that, like these kids, began in the humblest straits but through NGU and college, they've achieved high positions. Julie Mendoza, Director of Research and Evaluation for ARCHES, the Alliance for Regional Collaboration to Heighten Educational Success. Mendoza recounts the high school counselor who interrupts when she tells him her dream to attend UCLA: "Oh, no way, not you."

A second empowerment latina, Thelma Meléndez de Santa Ana, recently appointed to be LA Mayor Garcetti's Education Aide, prior was Superintendent of Schools for Santa Ana Unified, the largest Orange County system and sixth-largest in Califas.

What would you do if you won the lottery? It's not idle speculation, given the third woman panelist is Jacki Cisneros. When she and husband Gilbert won the California Mega Millions Lottery they set up the Gilbert & Jacki Cisneros foundation. The couple decided to spend their millions to improve educational access for Latina Latino kids.

Jacki's no suddenly wealthy person. A two-time Emmy winner as a broadcaster. One story the journalist covered reports that a local man bought a $266 million dollar ticket. She learns he is her husband. Now that she's rich, she intends to give away as much money as possible to kids like these.

There's also a Latino Empowerment Workshop and a Parent Empowerment Workshop. Following empowerment come workshops in STEM-Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics, and Financial Aid and Scholarship Access, and closing speech from Richard Montanez, PepsiCo's marketing guru on the West Coast.


Author Summit

The campus in La Verne hosts the latest iteration of the Latino Book and Family Festival, appearing this year as the Author Summit. The event and an ambitious awards program come from the efforts of Latino Literacy Now.

Out on the quad, under tents, a handful of writers greet passers-by and shar their work. I asked each what their goal was, and to a man and woman, it is to inspire kids to write, and, only one author acknowledges, to sell their book.
Army veteran, holder of the Combat Infantryman Badge and un montón de medals (typical chicano warrior) earned in Bosnia and Iraq, Mexicali-born Juan Carlos Mercado is a San Diego sheriff's deputy and author, in Spanish, of Fe Americana. The Villegas sisters, Maria and Ana, from San Diego, join him.


Jeaninne Escallier Kato's children's picture book, Manuel's Murals, seeks to awaken a child's love for art generally, and particularly the work of Diego Rivera Manuel discovers on a visit to Mexico City.



Sandra C. Lopez has been included or featured in La Bloga. A YA author, López was raised only a few miles from the tent she occupies as an author.


YA author Yolanda Espinosa Espinoza wants to be tight-lipped about the surprises in her father's life story recounted in El Caracol. She grows increasingly animated as she recounts the story and eventually shares one of the key secrets to the story. A librarian gives the young boy Don Quixote and infects him with a love of reading.



Graphic novelist Javier Hernandez has a good marketing strategy for Los Comex Codex, with low-cost trinkets that serve as his "silent sales force." A kid spends a dollar for a cool button and every time the kid walks about wearing the button, he's advertising Hernadez' titles.


Composer-author Roma Calatayud-Stocks' book is perfect bound and includes a CD of her compositions. A Song in My Heart begins in Minneapolis, a far-flung outpost of cultura not often considered as part of the Latina Latino homeland. One browser is so surprised he lingers at Roma's display throwing questions of opinions in an effort to work out the surprising fact of chicanas existing in Minnesota. Not only that, one chicana writes books about it.

Several other authors work the crowd, and the Author Summit prize announcements are upcoming, but my granddaughter has a soccer game, and familia comes first. So we split the scene at La Verne. I miss chatting up the other writers, but don't regret my departure. Charlotte scores The Golden Gorillas' first three goals.

Visit Read! Raza for more on these marketing powerhouses.

Late-breaking News from the Author Summit

La Bloga enjoys this opportunity to announce a significant award to Frida bloguero Manuel Ramos and his Luis Montez novel, Blues for the Buffalo. See below for the full list of Books into Movies winners.

fotos courtesy René Colato Laínez
Montez' search for legendary activist, attorney, candidate for Sheriff of LA, Oscar Zeta Acosta, aka the Brown Buffalo, takes the Denver private dick to California. A thrilling suspenseful novel, it will make a great movie. The gente from The Latino Author Summit agree, awarding Ramos its coveted "Books Into Movies" award.

There is little truth to the uncomfirmed chisme that the Zeta role will be played by bloguero and former Director of Teatro a la Brava, Michael Sedano.


2013 Latino Author Summit Winners 

from the LLN announcement
The events, organized by Latino Literacy Now in conjunction with the University of La Verne, were held in eastern Los Angeles county. Our film industry professionals who presented the Awards were award winning actor Mike Gomez, award winning screenwriter and producer Rick Najera, and Nosotros President Emeritus Jerry Velasco. It was a very enjoyable ceremony and everyone loved Rick Najera’s jokes.

Latino Literacy Now was co-founded by Edward James Olmos and Kirk Whisler in 1996. Since then the organization has produced 52 Latino Book & Family Festivals with just under 900,000 in total attendees and 15 International Latino Book Awards that have honored over 1,400 authors and publishers.

Copies of these winning books will be presented to key motion picture studios, producers, and other key entertainment industry insiders. It’s Latino Literacy Now’s goal through these awards to help foster the creation and production of more movies about and by Latinas Latinos. For too long, Latinas Latinos have been underrepresented within the industry and appropriate scripts is one of the weaker links.

Entries are now being accepted for the 2014 International Latino Book Awards, the largest Latino cultural awards in the USA. Entries for the 2014 Latino Books into Movies Awards will begin in October 2013.

For more information on this and other Latino Literacy Now activities go to www.LBFF.us.



Action & Adventure
First Place, Walking for Peace: An Inner Journey, Mony Dojeiji and Alberto Agraso, Booklocker.com, Inc.
Second Place, The Encounter (El encuentro), Rita Wirkala, Pearson Educacion

Animation
First Place, LightKeepers to the Rescue!, Marisa de Jesús Paolicelli, A Caribbean Experience Con Amor

Biography
First Place, El Caracol: The Story of Alfonso, Labor Camp Child, Yolanda Espinosa Espinoza, Mill City Press, Inc.
Second Place, Maidin Iron, Ana Padilla, Author House

Drama
First Place, Spirits of the Ordinary: A Tale of Casas Grandes, Kathleen Alcalá, Chronicle Books

Horror
First Place, The Witch Narratives Reincarnation, Belinda Vasquez Garcia, Magic Prose

Romance
First Place, A Song in My Heart, Roma Calatayud-Stocks, Beaver’s Pond Press

Sci-Fi or Fantasy
First Place, Mortal Flesh: The Last Hero of Pompeii, Ana Costa Alongi, Sigillum Publishers

Suspense or Mystery
First Place, Blues for the Buffalo, Manuel Ramos, Northwestern University Press



SoCal Stanford Alumni Read Chicana Chicano Literature

The Book Club of the Chicano/Latino Stanford University Alumni Association of Southern California looks forward to hosting renowned crime writer and bloguero Manuel Ramos to its Sunday, November 17 meeting in Long Beach Califas.

Blues for the Buffalo is the 2013 winner of Latino Literacy Now's Books into Movies Award. Story above.

The Book Club welcomes Stanford alumni who enjoy Ramos' work, or enjoy a good book discussion. Click here for details.


Is Anybody Going to San Antone...

La Bloga friend, musicologist and independent publisher Juan Tejeda moderates an important public discussion on the 51st state of the USA, the State of Xicana Xicano Studies, this Friday, September 27, 2013.


The “State of Xicana/o Studies” panel discussion is part of Palo Alto College’s Hispanic Heritage Month activities that is co-sponsored by the Student Activities Fee, the Office of Student Engagement and Retention, and Center for Mexican-American Studies.

For the complete schedule of Palo Alto College’s Hispanic Heritage Month events, visit www.alamo.edu/pac/HHM or for more information, call 210.486.3125.


Or Corpus?

Teatro a la Brava was performing in Calexico. Poetry gigante Ricardo Sánchez was at the border festival, too. At the big social event featuring dancing, one of the actors, una tejana, egged me on. "Corpus Krispies," she said, "ask him if he's from Corpus Krispies." Just to get his goat. Los de Corpus hate that, Maggie told me. Why should I antagonize the vato, I wondered, but altered states of reality got the better of me. 

Ricardo was on the other side of the room, wallflowering with Alurista. When he headed over toward the refreshments, I pushed off my wall and intercepted him. "Orale, Ricardo," I said. He stopped in the middle of the floor and we stood face to face, me looking up at the massive poet. "I hear you're from Corpus Krispies." 

Sánchez' mouth gaped open and he looked down his nose at me with a frown. "Oh crap," I thought, "this vato is going to want to fight." 

The stone-faced poet replied, "No mas dimos 'Corpus.'" When I let that sink in a moment, Sánchez opened his arms and gave me a big abrazote and we were fine. We didn't fire up, or go outside to share a bottle or nothing, but we were OK, krispies or no krispies.

Anent Corpus Christi, the following email comes from Corpus public radio. The program is recorded in San Antonio.


Super Xicanas on the loose and broadcasting! Taking to the airwaves - the message of firme mujeres who have made an impact in our community. It's a hybrid format featuring live music, enlivened interviews with Super Xicana Dignitaries, and the uncensored opinions on contemporary issues from Mari Chingas (Marisela Barrera) and Sweet Jane (Jane Madrigal).

An ol' skool, new skool -- nuevo cool performance BROAD-CAST! “The Super Xicana Power Hour” will be broadcast once a week on Corpus Christi Community Radio, a media outlet pursuing social justice and advocating for a better Corpus Christi. CCComRadio provides space for art, music, perspectives, and information that are either not present in or ignored by mainstream media. Broadcasts can be heard on http://www.cccomradio.com.


DDLM Poetry Contest: Calaveras Literarias

Día de los Muertos celebrations in the United States parallel those of Mexico in many dimensions. One missing element from US-based DDLM observations is the poetic tradition of light verse calaveritas literarias. Often quatrains--but no formal requirement--the calavera takes a satiric poke at the living in the context of eulogy, or simply expresses actitud about death, dying, and burial.

To the House of Representatives
Posturing politicians be aware:
Someone will be patting you in the face
With a shovel.
But you won't know it.

So It Goes
Enjoy the parade, Congresscritter.
There's seven going out,
and six coming back.

For examples of the diverse forms of the calavera literaria, visit http://www.calaveras-literarias.com/ where you'll find short ones and longer pieces, risqué and not so much, like the ejemplares below, plus details of the contest in México that pays winners: Hay 100 dólares americanos en premios, así que anímate!

Los Enamorados
Ahí viene la calaca vestida de morado para todos los enamorados

Comiendo elote
Estaba Mari comiendo elote
vino la calavera y le echó un pedote.

El profe Raúl
Estaba el profe Raúl comiendo meloncito
llega la calaca y dice vámonos a lo oscurito.

Maestra Madi
Estaba la maestra Madi bailando reggaetón
Cuando llegó la Catrina y le bajó el pantalón.

Mi subdirector
Ha transcurrido ya un año,
Que el Sub me felicitó
Por aquella calavera,
Que a él tanto le gustó.

Hoy nuevamente le escribo
Pues la muerte me mandó,
No ha logrado su objetivo
Y su tiempo se acabó.

Mucha tristeza me da,
Que la muerte se lo lleve
Pero la mera verdad,
Con los profes no se puede.

Canas verdes le sacamos,
¡Nunca nos hizo cambiar!
Ahora mismo lo enterramos,
Sin su objetivo lograr.

De luto todos estamos,
El Sub jamás volverá
De corazón le deseamos,
Que ahora sí descanse en paz.


La Bloga's Contest: Send up to three calaveras in English, Spanish, or mezcla to win inclusion in the October 29, On-line Floricanto, and perhaps one of the prizes TBA.

Place your calaveras literarias in the body of an email (no files, please) and be sure to include your name and mail address in event your work wins one of the fabulous TBA prizes. Click here for the address, which is calaveras@readraza.com.


On-line Floricanto: Edward Vidaurre

A critic's most challenging assignment is reviewing poetry. A poem can carry the weight and value of a novel, entirely compressed within the tight constraints of the verse form. Puro daunting, the thought of making sense of fifty or a hundred poemas and poemitas.

This week, en vez de una review of south Texas poet Edward Vidaurre's collection, I Took My Barrio On A Road Trip, La Bloga elects to let the poems speak for themselves. That's the ultimate point of any review, to get a reader into the book.

Here then, are five gems selected by Mr. Vidaurre for this occasion, from his current collection, I Took My Barrio on a Road Trip.


Born in East L.A., CA in 1973, Edward Vidaurre writes poetry about his upbringing and experiences of living in the barrio. Raised in Boyle Heights in the projects of Aliso Village, his poetry takes you through his memory of La Lucha.

Known to his friends as Barrio Poet, Vidaurre says:” Sometimes the barrio claims us, holds us by our feet like roots in its field of chalk outlines closed off by the screaming yellow tape being pulled from its soul.”

Vidaurre is the founder of Pasta, Poetry & Vino and Barrio Poet Productions. He has been nominated for a pushcart prize for his poem, "Lorca in the Barrio" and also is co-editing an anthology called Twenty for Newtown, CT through El Zarape Press with Daniel Garcia Ordaz, Katie Hoerth, and Jose Chapa V.

Ask your local independent booksellter to order Edward's book I Took My Barrio On A Road Trip. College Station TX: Slough Press, 2013. ISBN 9780941720137 0941720136. You can also find it on leading internet bookseller catalogs.


Alguashte
I remember it as a greenish,
flaky, semi powdery substance.
like fish food

My strolls down the uneven
sidewalks of Santa Ana
were making memories in my mind
as a child sent away to
El Salvador as soon as school went on break

I looked forward
to walking these streets
that through the years
caused hardship on my grandmother’s
hips as she went from vendor to vendor
in the mercado collecting interest on loans

I smiled when they had no money,
just plenty of excuses
because that would make them pay
with product
hand made sandals, sorbete, gaseosas in plastic baggies,
pupusitas de frijolitos, or my favorite:
manguitos con alguashte

La Puerta del Diablo
held stories of bodies forgotten
and crouching guerilla soldiers
waiting for word that the war was over.

But it never was.

Nuestra Señora de Santa Ana
continues to hold on to her sad look
as her children paint the streets red

i always thought she was sad
because she could not eat
manguitos verdes
con alguashte.


Dominga
Dominga has
hazel eyes, like honey dripping from
a wooden spoon she used to mix postres
como seda, her skin
soft

I don’t know how old she is
I don’t want to know
my grandma
is eternal

Her voice thunderous
Pero cuando le grito al perro
que no me muerda
Calming

Her name is Concepcion
but they call her Conchita
De cariño


she fits the part of an old lady
orthopedic shoes
keeps up with eye exams
one-bad hip
and a holiness about her

she likes her cafecito, black
and eats frijolitos by scooping
them up with a warm tortilla

Her maiden name is Henriquez
wide noses,
you can see the legacy in my hijitas
when she flares them up
everytime she gets angry
curly hair,
my childhood pics prove it
as I smile for a Polaroid snap

Her mother took her life
and her aunt became mommy

Her married name is de Aviles
She took it from a man
Alfonso
Papa Foncho
He comes to me in
Dreams every now and again

He still wears the same suit in heaven
And has a distinct old man smell
Armpits and Musk deodorant

Straight hair combed and
Parted on one side
Con poquitas canas

The Salvadorean Clark Gable
And she was his Scarlet
With a dusty dress
And brown lips



Cholo Stroll (He may not make it)
I'm writing a story
about this cholo, I’ll call him Travieso
he wakes up in the morning
and lights up a cigarette

checks his phone
and grabs a white t-shirt
and a pair of brown Dickie pants
first the shirt,
the burro is unfolded
and the iron is hot enough

his mom is at work
and little brother in school
my cholo decided to skip school
and I'm afraid he may not make it

he looks through the
blinds of his apartment
before setting foot outside
-it's cool
no one's creeping

the tres flores
trails behind him
keeping his shadow company
as he walks towards the barrio
slow with a limp
to meet up with his homies
and I’m afraid he won’t make it, Travieso

fatherless
a chicano mess
he commands
a mother's pain
as the distant cries
are just that
-distant
-non existent

he smiles
at the neighborhood
like he's a hero of sorts
with his limp
and I'm afraid he may not make it

the brothers G.
are already glossy-eyed
and swerving each time
a breeze blows by

the ink is drying on La Teardrop's neck,
y las oldies sound
different this morning
like an anthem of death
and I'm afraid he may not make it

my cholo
is trying to make it
to the end of his story
and I'm afraid he may not make it.



Child Left Behind
Before your choice
takes his life
- his opportunities
-his ability to run against the wind

before your choice
stops his little heart
from breathing
-eating candy
-singing and dancing
and asking questions

before you lay
on that steel bed
in that dreadful clinic

let me
enter your womb
and cuddle with him
let me share embryonic
fluids and chat with
him in dim waters
let me see
his smile
tiny fingers and toes

let me cradle him
and sing him a lullaby
written with the blood
of your intestines
and cold heart

let me whisper
I love you
and tickle him
while I touch his
bald little head

before you open your legs
and let the murder weapon
enter by permission

let me wrap the umbilical cord
around my neck
and hang
from your useless
ovaries

as I watch my
baby boy
cry loudly

"Mommy, is that you?"


I took my barrio on a road trip
for three days

everywhere i went
there it was

my barrio

there were times i had
to put it in my pocket

-mi barrio

but out it came
from my lips

i took my barrio
on a road trip
to Austin

together we
stood
side by side

together
we ate, drank,
and smoked

no matter
where i tried
telling my barrio
to stay
it followed me

protecting me
and giving me advice

get a hold of yourself
it would tell me
"you can do this ese!"
-tu rifas!
-tu controlas!
-tu eres el meromero
-no te rajes!

i took my barrio on a road trip

and from now on
i will take it with me
here
en mi corazon.






Monday, September 23, 2013

Las lluvias de otoño en el Midwest

By Xánath Caraza

La Bloga happily welcomes Xánath Caraza as La Bloga's newest regular columnist. 
Xánath and Daniel Olivas publish on alternate Mondays.



Mid-September showers in Kansas City announce the coming of the new season, el otoño, with them the arrival of Benjamin Alire Saénz. Kansas City was honored to welcome him for two readings. 
First, before delving into Saénz’ literary activities in Kansas City, allow me to point out some of his literary accolades.


Benjamin Alire Saénz is a novelist, poet, and writer of children's books.  He was named one of the "Fifty Most Inspiring Authors in the World" by Poets & Writers magazine. His latest collection of short stories Everything Begins and Ends at the Kentucky Club is the winner of the prestigious 2013 PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction, as well as a Lambda Literary Finalist for Gay Fiction.  

The settings of a good deal of his writing are along the U.S.-Mexico border and are in many ways a celebration of his roots.  Sáenz was born in Old Picacho, a small farming village outside Las Cruces, New Mexico, forty-two miles north of the U.S.-Mexico border. 

His publications are by nature of special mention.  His 2012 novel Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Simon and Schuster) is an Honor Book for the Printz Award, and the winner of the Pura Belpré and the Stonewall Awards.  His young adult novel Sammy & Juliana in Hollywood, a staple in many high school curricula, was a finalist for the L.A. Times Book Prize, a Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults, and winner of the Américas Award.  His bestselling bilingual children's books include: A Gift from Papá Diego, Grandma Fina and Her Wonderful Umbrellas and A Perfect Season for Dreaming. Sáenz is the author of a previous book of poetry, Calendar of Dust, which won an American Book Award. Cinco Puntos published two of his other books of poetry called Elegies in Blue and Dark and Perfect Angels.



Within, thus, the border context, his university education had its beginning.  As an adult student, he entered the University of Texas at El Paso. He later received a fellowship at the University of Iowa.  In 1988, he received a Wallace E. Stegner Fellowship in poetry from Stanford University.  In 1993, he returned to the border to teach in the bilingual MFA program at UTEP.
  
Back to the Fall showers of Kansas City--for Saénz’ recent visit, the first reading was on September 12, 2013 at 7 p.m. at The Writers Place as part of the Riverfront Reading Series, and I had the privilege to be invited, as one of the local writers, to read along with him.  The second presentation was on Friday, September 13 at 1 p.m. at the Student Union, University of Missouri-Kansas City (UMKC).  Both presentations were co-sponsored by the Latina/Latino Studies Program at UMKC, the Bernardine Haskell Fund, The English Department at UMKC, the Association of Latin American Students (ALAS), Riverfront Reading Series and The Writers Place. 


What a joy to have welcomed Saénz in Kansas City. Both his presentations were breathtaking, moving, and full of energy. When he speaks to his audience, he connects with each person in the room with a beautiful smile, which I will certainly remember.  His kind personality and passion for literature are reflected in every word I heard from him.  He inhales and exhales words.



Another detail of prominence for me was Saénz’ approachable personality.  In addition to listening to Saénz during his presentations, one of the highlights of his visit to Kansas City was when he graciously met with students.  Norma Cantú organized an informal meet-and-greet with students on Friday, September 13 from 10:00-11:30 a.m.  Students were expecting his arrival anxiously and were excited to meet with him.  “Mr. Saénz is the real deal.  I cannot believe I was sitting next to him”.  He understands students’ needs and answers in a very approachable manner.  Saénz lights up when he is in the classroom.



To finish his Kansas City tour, a visit to The American Jazz Museum and the The Negro Leagues Baseball Museum at the 18 & Vine, the historic jazz district could not be missed.  I truly enjoyed seeing him stroll in Negro Leagues Museum among the bronze sculptures of base ball players.   “Kansas City Here I Come” was playing just minutes before I said good-bye to him.  Benjamin Alire Saénz, it was a truly honor meeting you; las lluvias de otoño have started.  A new season is here.



 

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Sueño con Lorna Dee Cervantes


Olga García Echeverría
 
The day Sueño arrives in the mail I am rushing to the ER to visit my father. For the past four months, his 86-year-old body has been on a downward spiral due to advanced Parkinson’s and a tenacious pneumonia he cannot shake. Is there anyone who does not loath an emergency room, those cold places teeming with the injured, the ill, the high, the highly distressed, and the high-strung staff?

Whenever I go to a hospital, which is often these days, I feel like I’m entering a surreal world—a bad dream--where gravity and time collapse. The only light that enters is stale and synthetic. I need anchors when I visit my father in the hospital: my girlfriend, my siblings, dark humor, dark chocolate bars (lots of them), bright rainbow sour worms to chew on, and, of course, a journal, and a good sturdy book to hold on to as if it were a life-saver…because many times it is.

Not any book can survive ER, but Lorna Dee Cervantes’ poems lasso me in despite all the beeps, shuffling feet, wheeling gurneys and medical drama. Whenever a waiting period arises (there is always so much waiting in ER), I crack open Sueño and dream-read; this is my drug, my morphine and my LSD. Moonlight radiates on the page. A hummingbird’s heart beats. Dream braids get pulled by hearses. Lava gurgles.

There is Hunger in Cervantes' Sueño. And plenty of feedings too. Sweet Sugar on Brown Dresses. The Sandwiches of “resonance and light.” I chew on my stash of gooey sour worms as I read a poem about a man who obsessively eats a candy bar each night. “…He ate for the aid / of something larger than himself, / that filling to fill, that fullness / in the heart that never comes…” I feel this candy bar addict deeply. He’s a fat little mirror staring back at me.

I read another poem about a crazy travieso named Chuy, who one day full of “long vowels and longing,” picks up a pen to write poetry on white walls. It’s contagious—this Jungian desire to diagram some type of meaning onto the walls of a cave. The white hospital paredes are tempting, but I control the primal urge and keep reading. There is Promise in Lorna Dee’s Sueño. Strength. Lots of strength and I need this. “I have an affinity with the sea,” she writes, “my sailor’s blood, my stance: / my wild stallion, the waves / I do not enter lightly. I moan / and creak, the leather of a slave. / I can take the heat; hell, a sudden parting. / I do not know. I hold / fast, the spirit text; / the great / death inside us; strong, inside us.”

In Cervantes’ Sueño, there’s Death. Rebirth. Permanence. Herstory. Movimiento. Vida. Loss. Laughter. And above all Cervantes gives us Love, Love, and more Love. Aside from her mastery of craft (she's right next to Gioconda Belli, Langston Hughes and Pablo Neruda on my poetry bookshelf), Cervantes lures on a deeper level; her poems emanate what Lorca calls Duende. Esta poeta tiene Duende, you all! She's got soul, poetic mojo, something beyond form and style that lurks in her earthy words and unearths the ground below. In this Dream book, she takes us into an “underground forest,” where the heart is wide open, a river flowing from page to page. I have been drinking from this river again and again during the past weeks and each time I am replenished, inspired.

Of course, you don't have to be in ER or a hospital to read this great book. I've been carrying it around in my book bag for weeks now. It's been my companion not only in the monstrous medical labyrinth which is health care for the poor (thanks for saving me from Minotaur, Lorna!); it's also been my literary companion at home, in Lubberland--my bed, at the library, at coffee shops, in the car. I only bust it out when someone else is driving, of course. Although if I'm alone and the traffic is snail-paced, pues why not read or re-read a poem or a favorite image or line?
 
Entrevista: Last week, I was fortunate enough to interview Lorna Dee Cervantes via email. Gracias querida poeta for taking the time to compartir with me and with all of our Bloga readers. Here are Lorna's responses to comments and questions on writing, blogging, liteary inspirations, and her latest book Sueño.
 
 
Astrological Sign: Leo; Virgo rising; Moon in Scorpio; Mars in Sagittarius; Venus in Virgo; Mercury & Pluto in Cancer...
Favorite time of the year: Summer
Favorite time of the day: Dusk
Force of Nature:  A multicolored flame like all the others on The Great Gas Range that is Life on El Mundo, La Tierra.
Animal Spirit: The adaptable oyster.
Literary Obsession: Courting The Muse.
Literary pet peeve: People who don't buy books.
Literary essential: Books. I've read more "great" "must read" books in English than more than a million people and more than anyone on the site with 13 compiled lists of "best books" on http://www.alistofbooks.com as "PoetDee" -- 338 out of 623.
Advice to young (or not so young, but still aspiring) poets:
"Read! Read! Read! Write! Write! Write! And the rest will pretty much take care of itself." (Me, 1st day of class for 20 years.)  

OG: I love the dedication to your mother in your book Drive, who after watching you write five consecutive poems, said "You tell ‘em, Lorna! And after you tell ‘em, you tell ‘em who told you to tell ‘em!" That is really beautiful and funny. I laughed out loud when I read it. I could see you writing non-stop as a teenage and your mother cheering you on.

LDC: Yes, that was my mother: brilliant, beautiful, funny and heartbreakingly ironic. Her brilliance was only matched by her bitterness. The most "cheering on" she ever gave me ("No one is EVER going to pay you to read books!") was non-verbal. I believe I organized the first Chicano student walk-outs a year before the first, at Woodrow Wilson Jr. High School in San Jose in 1967. I stayed up all night hand-writing 400 flyers to stuff in the lockers, all cut out in the shape of a bomb with the words, WALK OUT, inside, "& Stand Up for Your Rights!" in the back along with the date and time. (When the Dean of Girls threatened me with Treason and demanded to know "what rights" I was talking about, I answered, "The Bill of Rights," the only thing I think I said.) My mother opened my door about 4am, all mad, and took one look at the stacks of leaflets and me on the floor with a crayon, and immediately shut her mouth, looked me in the eye and nodded once with a "hmph!" I took it to mean, "Carry on!"

OG: Do you remember when you first fell in love with the Poetic Word?

LDC: Whilst reading Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Wind" aloud from A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSE on my "grandfather," Edward Long's lap for the 4th time, earning my 4th quarter.

OG: Who or what fans your poetic flames?

LDC: The Muse, Lady Luck, Lady Day y La Liberación.

OG: Have you always been so prolific?

LDC: No.

OG: In regards to your latest book, Sueño. What was the gestation period?

LDC: Not sure when I was impregnated; we had a series of flings when we met once a day for a quick poem during the month of April for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) for about 6 or seven years along with many other meetings in between because we just can't seem to stay away.

OG: Labor pains?

LDC: Yes.

OG: Greatest joy?

LDC: I think it's the best book yet. I love how all my literary strategies and intellectual concerns merge with the singing.

OG: Post birthing thoughts or feelings?

LDC: Buy it. Pat it on the head. I hope it grows up to save a life.

OG: Do you have a favorite poem, line or image in the collection?

LDC: "Integrity" I wrote for my love, Ed Spruiell, who has one brown eye, one blue: "...your multicolored eyes,/ the land and sea of you."

My favorite line is one I may have used before, from the poem, "Strength," "All I've ever had was strength."

My favorite image is in the first poem, "First Thought," for my father, the visionary artist, Luis Cervantes: "otter takes off her shoes, the small/ hands of her feet reaching, reaching; still...." The thought of that otter, like one I watched in the Santa Cruz harbor on her back eating shell fish -- at one point she dropped it and reached for it and brought it to her mouth with her toes -- pleases me to no end. There's something in that image that speaks to me of making the best from the worst and with what's given you. The image that directly follows that one is a reference to dying in yet another faraway war.

OG: I read that many of your poems in Sueño first appeared in your blog in draft form. There is this idea that writers always have to "safeguard" their work, especially on the Internet. Yet, it sounds like you did the exact opposite--put your work out there before it was completely finalized or published in a book. That rings very unique and brave to me. Can you share a little about this process?

LDC: Well, I definitely don't recommend it to many others. I'm kind of in a unique position as a writer in that I'm included in close to 300 anthologies and textbooks, have 5 books in print, and many editors ask for my poems to publish directly. Also, I consider the drafts and complete poems I put on my blog, http://lornadice.blogspot.com or Facebook, to be a gift for my many "blog-buddies" who inspire me along the way.

OG: What has blogging added to your work or experience as a poet?

I've been blogging and on "social media" before there was ever that concept, the word "blog" wasn't coined yet and all there was to Facebook was 3 chili peppers if anyone thought you were "hot" and a verifiable edu email address. It was a way to exchange info with and keep up with friends who were the few professors on Facebook as well as a way to identify and recruit talented students for the Creative Writing Program at CU-Boulder where I taught for 19 years. Before blogs there were list-serves for poetry, race and class issues, philosophy, American Indian sovereignty issues, women in higher ed, etc.; and before that it was a group of writers interested in certain topics or issues hitting "Reply All" or visiting and commenting on AOL message boards.

For about a decade I read close to 100 blogs a day. I found it not only relaxed me from the stress of my job when I was Director of Creative Writing, it kept me stimulated and inspired. Instead of "safe-guarding" my work, I have to keep it play -- which is more so with other people.

One thing that has always fascinated me about the internet since the 80s is the possibility of "erasing face" and becoming only what you type. I never, ever hid who I was but posting poems and comments anonymously was immensely interesting: most people online assumed I was an elderly "tweedy" "white" man. I could type in the shoes of privilege. The difference when I revealed my "race," class and gender was markedly hostile and intellectually dismissive: same poems, same words, no matter the subject or style. I started my blog in the early 90s in order to speak for The Dead; at heart, I'm a historian.

OG: Can you share a little about your revising process? Do you do a lot of rewriting? How do you know when to stop editing a poem?

LDC: Yes. Every poem is different and dictates its own form if you let it. I know a poem is "finished" because I cry. The poems in my new book, mostly compiled from daily poems with given titles written during the month of April, "the cruelest month," were mostly all written with very little revision and kind of in a dream-state.

OG: Virginia Woolf is famous for having stressed that a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write. What do you think about this?

LDC: YES and yes! People always leave out the importance of "food" and "Good Food" like the kind she ate at Oxford daily to really understand the significance of the opening lines of her book. (Note how many times the menu appears in the book.) She was always an important writer to me, since I first read that book as a girl, for exactly that understanding. Hers was probably the first literary biography I ever read. Tragic.

OG: You are hosting an intimate dinner party, where 5 literary personalities (living or deceased) have been invited. Who are they and why have you chosen them?

LDC:

1. My Teacher, "My Guru," Robert Hass, would help me amuse the dead ones and       eat the actual food I would cook

2. Julia de Burgos (I'd love to tell her, "You lie! Julia de Burgos, you lie!")

3. Pablo Neruda (We can discover if he really is my grandmother's long lost Chilean/Indio uncle.)

4. Lord Byron, my First Love (So I can show him pictures of me at 15.)

5. My earliest Teacher, Virginia de Arujo: poet, translator, and my first living sense of a Literary Lion, an Intellectual Giant and a Man of Letters, my aspiration. (I would like to see her be smarter than anyone else in the room, once more.)

OG: (This next question I forgot to ask, but Cervantes read my mind and answered it anyway). What would you serve at this dinner party and could I please come?

I would serve Wellfleet oysters on the half shell with a cocktail sauce I made myself with cilantro and not a molecule of horseradish (for Byron); a paella with saffron, mussels, clams, scallops, chicken thighs, Spanish chorizo, prawns, stuffed green olives, a good Chardonnay and bits of fish marinated in tangerine juice (for Bob); a "crayfish pie" for Neruda (who can call him Pablo? I'd have to invent this recipe because I've only seen it in one of his memoirs); brightly colored vegetarian risottos arranged in the shape of a double-rainbow for Julia; beef bourguignon a la Julia Child for Virginia who would bring a bottle of her favorite Chilean red for all. Good bread for the ghosts.

Some I would hope would drop in: Sor Juana de la Cruz (wouldn't you?); Lalo Delgado (Just to hear his "AJÚA" and the lines from "Stupid America" - "He doesn't want to knife you!"); Stanley Kunitz, my mentor-in-the-way-he-lives, who would bring flowers from his Provincetown garden. Living authors would include Marge Piercy, but only if the suicided poet, Anne Sexton were there so Marge could get on her case; and THE WRITER, Eduardo Galeano, who is very much alive would not be invited as I might fall in love with him. I would also hope that Langston Hughes and John Lawrence Dunbar would stay away because I'd be too awe-struck to cook for the former and too dumb-struck to speak to the latter. I'd invite all my friends and family, especially you.

OG: You can time travel to any place and any time (past, present, future). Where do you go and what do you write about?

LDC: The Conquest. The Conquest. Or, my son's high school years; anywhere he is; writing wouldn't matter. The Muse has a mind of her own.

OG: Anything else you'd like to add?

LDC: "The Muse has a mind of her own." It's all Sueño. ¡Ya tengo SUEÑO! Buy one. I take PayPal.


To order your copy:
http://wingspress.com/book.cfm?book_ID=160

For a couple of sample poems from Sueño posted in an earlier blog by Amelia Ortiz:
http://labloga.blogspot.com/2013/09/las-mujeres-lorna-dee-cervantes.html

There's a youtube promotion of the book too. I found the short video both hilarious and eerie. Not to mention linguistically problematic. I'm adding it here as "funny video" because the voice is so robotic and monolingual. To crack up at the mispronunciation of our beloved Lorna Dee's name and the massacre of anything-remotely-not-English check out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M73rIuyPhOI