I had like lots of "jadyada so what's up with ya?" moments.
Being there made me think, of what are the elements of being a poet.
Immediately, arriving to Manhattan for a lunch date, I was told "to get out of the clouds Poet, there are real things happening". And I know this.
Pero without the nostalgia without the "I'm in love with being in love" element, la vida se hace muy azuel y trisite.
mas que nada
el selencio cura.
I was asked recently what my artistic statement was.
They were asking--like, what is my artistic eye, what is my gusto?
A is for ambiguity GA style. (Gloria Anzaldua)
I like being all over the place, as a poet it's my job like Luis Alberto Urrea said in, "Count on Me tales of Sisterhoods and Fierce Friendships" edited by Adriana V. Lopez.
As a poet our job is to look through the rubble to look for the gems (207).
My rubble is (un) or fortunately:
words, ideas, politics, and even a zine every once in a while.
Heck, I'll even read your business card.
I eat books!
My craft is my mind, tongue, and observation.
It's different for everyone.
Mi abueita sewed, she did things that for me, were magical.
Our talents are varied.
Most of the time, I'm looking a reason to love.
Thank God for our beautiful planet.
When I lived there, in Jersey,
I was haunted by the feeling of
Knowing what my family was doing a hour behind in time.
Good thing: It's not hard to make friends in NJ/NYC.
There is an ocean storm vibe over there, and I knew that before Sandy.
As Midwestern land-lock local, there's a slow love here, that I appreciate.
So yep, NJ/NYC past me like a storm.
I remember watching that movie in the fall.....in Middleton, WI, '89 k no?
Okay that was my Mexican Heritage Month educational slip and now for the tip.
Watch the movie, but read the biographies of famous Latinos.
Because Latinos/Mexicans have lots of heart, but there is so many true-true stories and there are similarities behind the hollywood mask, to our lives.
The real stories make for better stories than hollywood. Richie's story in real life was totally more deep and complicated than what was portrayed in the movie.
Of course, I was down for his bro.
Who wasn't? and Rosie was hot too!
Real Mexican Familia stories are hard to tell.
Don't wanna be a snitch. (jejejejejejejejej)
Abuelita could tell me some great stories of the raise and fall of people.
With this back story perhaps the following poem is understandable. In Jersey I got to know this other Latina mujer that inspired me.
Fiestas, Bodas and a stolen kiss
Coming from the highway jungle of Jersey to the faraway island
Of warm breezes of Santo Domingo.
Away from the packed streets, swarms of gente and smells of poverty to the
Flashy sun, tropical trees and clean beaches, the streets are the same but the hope
is still there.
Hmmm, who am I kidding I’m just here for the parties, vestidos cortos, tacones altos y todos los guapos.
Flowing from one relative to another friend’s house and fiesta, not caring who I am today but careful and respectful in every way.
Stealing kisses from cute guys, common courtesy turned opportunity.
taxis, y tennis,
climbing new streets,
looking for the night beat to escape this heat.
Click clat down the dusty road to mi abuelos rancho, nothing but an old house with 1 cow, a blind pig and a black duck.
Mi abuelo tells me about every one’s chisme from the island this year, he asks if I plan to stay.
I say that I can only stay long enough for 1 moon, then I have to go home to school.
He asks if I like school,
I tell him the same thing I tell him every year, not as much as I like it here with you-Abuelito.
Then he laughs his toothless smile and calls me una travesa!
I love him and all mi familia, mi casa isla, my island home of holy Sundays.
I never knew mis abuelos
but I bet he was a crazy anger type of guy
Dude got shoot over some bread
I'm sure the fight was unequal
I get emotional and I'm sure Mi abuelo knew how that was
My other abuelo, was a true Don,
This one got twins, who made U.S. look like a candy store.
Like they say "we didn't have condoms then"