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Gina MarySol Ruiz, or Sol as her good friends call her has worked in the entertainment industry for the past 15 years including one of the best jobs/times of her life the completely online publication group specializing in the animation and visual effects industry worldwide, AWN.com. She writes book reviews and articles for Xispas.com as well as the weekly children's book recommendations and review for La Bloga. Sol is active in Aztec dancing and culture, Chicano rights activism and collected modern first editions. she's been an avid and prolific reader since she was five years old. She resides in Eagle Rock and has four children, plus ten amazingly beautiful and much loved grandchildren. Her life has often been described as a telenovela and she loves living it! To have Sol review your book on AmoxCalli, please contact her via email.
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I was going to post about raulsalinas, who died a few days ago and reference some of his marvelous Chicanindio poetry but I remembered that I did post about him when I learned that he had he died and I stumbled onto this while looking for something else and, well I just had to post it. It made me laugh out loud when I was feeling very sad about the loss of a great poet like Raul. The wry sense of humor in the poem that chose me for Poetry Friday reminded me of my grandfather and his jokes and I thought to myself, "this is perfect for today."
My Affair with Rumpelstiltskin by Ina Loewenberg
He wasn't really bad to look at if you don't mind your men so short. His head was disproportionate but forceful, and his neck was taut, his eyebrows were pointed and curly and of course his black eyes burned with mad glee, his arms were fully muscled, his booted feet neatly turned.
He made his offer, good as gold, so confident I would accept his special skill to save my skin, but I, surprisingly bold, countered with the skin itself, the heart, the will. The straw was scratchy but the man was smooth, he brought down pillows to cushion our elation; I slept then while he labored to produce the glitter that insured my royal station.
The 2008 Cybils Awards were just announced. I had the honor of serving as a panelist in the graphic novel category and am excited to Artemis Fowl in the winners list.
The great Xicano poet, writer and activist Raul Salinas, known as raulsalinas died last night in Austin. I, along with many others are saddened by the loss of this amazing and enduring spirit of a man.
Descanse en pas hermano.
raulsalinas was a longtime fixture at South Austin's La Resistencia Bookstore. He wrote several influential books of Chicano poetry, including "East of the Freeway: Reflections de mi Pueblo," and "Un Trip Through the Mind Jail y Otras Excursions."
His most recent book, "raúl salinas and the Jail Machine: Selected Writings of raúl salinas" was published in 2006 by University of Texas Press.
To learn more about raulsalinas, you can check out his website.
Raul will be greatly missed.
A BIO OF RAUL SALINAS (quoted from the announcement I received this morning)
Raúl Roy “Tapon” Salinas was born in San Antonio, Texas on March 17, 1934. He was raised in Austin, Texas from 1936 to 1956, when he moved to Los Angeles. In 1957 he was sentenced to prison in Soleded State Prison in California. Over the span of the next 15 years, Salinas spent 11 years behind the walls of state and federal penitentiaries. It was during his incarceration in some of the nation’s most brutal prison systems, that Salinas’ social and political consciousness were intensified, and so it is with keen insight into the subhuman conditions of prisons and an inhuman world that the pinto aesthetics that inform his poetry were formulated.
His prison years were prolific ones, including creative, political, and legal writings, as well as an abundance of correspondence. In 1963, while in Huntsville, he began writing a jazz column entitled “The Quarter Note” which ran consistently for 1-1/2 years. In Leavenworth he played a key role in founding and producing two important prison journals, Aztlán de Leavenworth and New Era Prison Magazine, through which his poetry first circulated and gained recognition within and outside of the walls. As a spokesperson, ideologue, educator, and jailhouse lawyer of the Prisoner Rights Movement, Salinas also became an internationalist who saw the necessity of making alliances with others. This vision continues to inform his political and poetic practice. Initially published in the inaugural issue of Aztlán de Leavernworth, “Trip through a Mind Jail” (1970) became the title piece for a book of poetry published by Editorial Pocho-Che in 1980.
With the assistance of several professors and students at the University of Washington - Seattle, Salinas gained early release from Marion Federal Penitentiary in 1972. As a student at the University of Washington, Salinas was involved with community empowerment projects and began making alliances with Native American groups in the Northwest, a relationship that was to intensify over the next 15 years. Although Salinas writes of his experiences as a participant in the Native American Movement, it is a dimension of his life that has received scant attention. In the 22 years since his release from Marion, Salinas’ involvement with various political movements has earned him an international reputation as an eloquent spokesperson for justice. Along the way he has continued to refine and produce his unique blend of poetry and politics.
Salinas’ literary reputation in Austin earned him recognition as the poet laureate of the East Side and the title of “maestro” from emerging poets who seek his advice and a mentor. While his literary work is probably most widely known for his street aesthetics and sensibility, which document the interactions, hardships, and intra- and intercultural strife of barrio life and prison in vernacular, bilingual language, few people have examined the influence of Jazz in his obra that make him part of the Beat Generation of poets, musicians, and songwriters. His poetry collections included dedications, references, and responses to Alan Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Charlie Parker, Herschel Evans, Dizzy Gillespie and Miles Davis, for example. Academics have primarily classified Salinas as an important formative poet of the Chicano Movement; yet, while he may have received initial wide-scale recognition during the era, it would be unfair to limit a reading of his style, content, and literary influence to the Movement.
There were many dimensions to Salinas’ literary and political life. Though, at times, some are perplexed at the multiple foci of Salinas’ life, the different strands of his life perhaps best exemplify what it means to be mestizo, in a society whose official national culture suppresses difference: his life’s work is testimony to the uneasy, sometimes violent, sometimes blessed synthesis of Indigenous, Mexican, African, and Euro-American cultures. Salinas currently resides in Austin, Texas, were he is the proprietor of Resistencia Bookstore and Red Salmon Press, located in South Austin. Arte Público Press reissued Salinas’ classic poetry collection, Un Trip through the Mind Jail y otras Excursiones (1999), as part of its Pioneers of Modern U.S. Hispanic Literature Series. He is also the author of another collection of poetry, East of the Freeway: Reflections de Mi Pueblo (1994).
Salinas resided in Austin, Texas, were he was the proprietor of Resistencia Bookstore and Red Salmon Press, located in South Austin. Arte Público Press reissued Salinas’ classic poetry collection, Un Trip through the Mind Jail y otras Excursiones (1999), as part of its Pioneers of Modern U.S. Hispanic Literature Series. He is also the author of another collection of poetry, East of the Freeway: Reflections de Mi Pueblo (1994).
My apologies for the delayed round-up. As indicated in the previous post, I was crazed getting ready for the Annie Awards, the animation industry's biggest night. It was an amazing night too. The food was great, Ratatouille and Brad Bird won just about everything there was to win, one of my favorite shows El Tigre and it's creator Jorge Gutierrez won awards and I met and saw lots of interesting and fun people. I thought you'd might like to take a peek at the dress I ended up with so I'm tacking in a picture. There's this kind of weird guy in between me and my date, maybe you'll recognize him. He's a really nice guy.
I apologize if I didn't get to comment on your poems, I'll be swinging by throughout the week to do so. I did read them all and they were wonderful and I've so many new poets to add to my list.
On to the round up, I really enjoyed making these mashed up nonsensical story poems of our postings so I'm going to give it another shot.
I love hosting Poetry Friday. It's something that I am quick to sign up for and eagerly look forward to as well as every Poetry Friday whether I am hosting or not. This month is crazier than usual in my insanely paced life.
February is here and with it the heavy convention season begins for my company, of deals, heavy workload, trying to find rooms at Comic Con (come on San Diego be a little more organized will ya), trying to keep my food blog updated, starting up my book reviewing again for BOTH AmoXcalli and Cuentecitos along with my regular duties of being a grandma, trying to have a social life, trying not to be a total laptop hermit when I get home and just darn cleaning the house.
Before I even realized I was hosting sometime in February, my trusty Blackberry calendar pinged at me and told me it was tomorrow. TOMORROW!!! Holy crap! Tomorrow is the Annie Awards and I'm going crazy. I have to find a dress, decide on shoes, get my hair done, get my nails done, get back home and get ready by 4:00 p.m. To add to my stress, I have a date. My first real date since the ex who shall be nameless and I broke up. I haven't dated in 12 years! ACK!
My frenzy reminded me of a poem I've always loved by Anne Sexton, (one of my favorite poets) and I thought I'd share it and ask the Poetry Friday question, what makes you frenzied? What helps to ease it? For me, it's the realization that it always turns out right in the end and if not, well there's always poetry.
I'll be out and about tomorrow getting early Saturday getting my hair done, etc. then I will be at the awards ceremony till late. I'll be checking in and putting up your posts as much as I can, but the round-up will be most likely be a separate post as always and it will be up on Saturday morning. Leave your lovely offerings with Mr. Linky and do remember to stop back to see what poem we collectively come up with in the round-up on Saturday. Don't forget to leave a comment. Happy Poetry Friday everyone!
Anne Sexton - Frenzy
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter believes in. Very quick. Very intense, like a wolf at a live heart. Not lazy. When a lazy man, they say, looks toward heaven, the angels close the windows.
Oh angels, keep the windows open so that I may reach in and steal each object, objects that tell me the sea is not dying, objects that tell me the dirt has a life-wish, that the Christ who walked for me, walked on true ground and that this frenzy, like bees stinging the heart all morning, will keep the angels with their windows open, wide as an English bathtub.
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On Speaking French after Twenty Years by Catherine Jagoe
for Massan
Strange, these words in my mouth— the disappeared returned. I am no longer agile, but I offer them hamfistedly to you, new to America from Mali, your print skirt the cloth of my childhood in west Africa, the tongue between us the green summer I spent in France feasting on freedom and being twenty-one.
Strange, what is still here and what has been removed to somewhere deeper. Tomorrow and today are here but yesterday is gone as is the verb for missing. Low is here, but high has vanished.
It's been raining here in Eagle Rock for days off and on, but last night it never stopped and is still going strong. Great torrents and sheets of hard rain, a blessing on drought-ridden Southern California but I've had enough of it. I've been sick with the flu and if I go out into the wet, I start coughing. Blah. Puts me in a mood because I know I have to go out in a few hours to the doctor's office and then from there to work.
I heard a bird singing outside my bedroom window this morning, just a few minutes ago and it changed my mood. How can it sing so sweetly? It must be drenched, the poor thing. I hope it's found shelter in some strange, dry spot in the huge magnolia tree in our backyard. I hope its song isn't a cry of despair.
The brave bird (for somehow in my mind, he is now a he and a very brave he) gave me some of his courage to go out and slog through the rain and cold. He put a smile on my face and got me to thinking about birds in general. I found a poem about swallows that I fell in love with from a poet I didn't know. The bird brought me courage, a smile, a poem and a new poet whose beautiful name I covet, think is perfect for a poet and makes me smile more. I think that makes my bird an angel.
Swallow by Paige Hill Starzinger
barbs of outer wing-feather recurved into minute hooklets from base to tip a rasping
dusky throated northern rough
as a bolus is pushed pons and pharynx the anterior tongue lifts to hard palate elevates to soft and seals
lores darker than eyes bill black forager with forked tail weak feet more wing than any other song
To read the rest of this magnificent poem click here. Poetry Friday is being hosted by Mentor Texts and More. Thanks for hosting!
Woohoo! The AWN (I work there) 2008 Oscar Showcase is up and running, with no glitches or errors. I'm home sick today but Deron, Darlene, Bill, Kevin and Rick did an outstanding job preparing this thing to go off without a hitch. So much behind the scenes work goes into our Oscar Showcase for Animated Features and Short Subjects that I just have to stop and give the team a big shout out for being so fabulous.
Take a look below at the end product of weeks of work, getting permissions to use content, tracking down the right people, writing articles, posting images, designing things, making sure the voting mechanism works, the clips play, etc. AWN has the best people and they do the best work. They care and it shows. Stop by and show them some love. You can even vote for your favorites to win.
We love pigs at AmoXcalli. In fact, we review Piglit just for my granddaughter Jasmine who loves pigs so much that instead of a princess party for her 4th birthday, she wanted a pig party. Yay Jasmine! She marches to the beat of her own drum and isn't afraid to be herself in spite of pre-school peer pressure to be princessy. She and I review piglit together in our own special series.
I found this article on Washington Post and couldn't resist adding the link to AmoXcalli. Jasmine, we've got quite the list to review. We'll hold off on Lord of the Flies and the like till you're a bit older.
* Christine Falls by Benjamin Black (Henry Holt and Company) * Priest by Ken Bruen (St. Martin's Minotaur) * The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon (HarperCollins) * Soul Patch by Reed Farrel Coleman (Bleak House Books) * Down River by John Hart (St. Martin's Minotaur)
Best First Novel By An American Author
* Missing Witness by Gordon Campbell (HarperCollins - William Morrow) * In the Woods by Tana French (Penguin Group - Viking) * Snitch Jacket by Christopher Goffard (The Rookery Press) * Head Games by Craig McDonald (Bleak House Books) * Pyres by Derek Nikitas (St. Martin's Minotaur)
Best Paperback Original
* Queenpin by Megan Abbott (Simon & Schuster) * Blood of Paradise by David Corbett (Random House - Mortalis) * Cruel Poetry by Vicki Hendricks (Serpent's Tail) * Robbie's Wife by Russell Hill (Hard Case Crime) * Who is Conrad Hirst? by Kevin Wignall (Simon & Schuster)
Best Critical/Biographical
* The Triumph of the Thriller: How Cops, Crooks and Cannibals Captured Popular Fiction by Patrick Anderson (Random House) * A Counter-History of Crime Fiction: Supernatural, Gothic, Sensational by Maurizio Ascari (Palgrave Macmillan) * Deviance in Contemporary Crime Fiction by Christiana Gregoriou (Palgrave Macmillan) * Arthur Conan Doyle: A Life in Letters by Jon Lellenberg, Daniel Stashower and Charles Foley (The Penguin Press) * Chester Gould: A Daughter's Biography of the Creator of Dick Tracy by Jean Gould O'Connell (McFarland & Company)
Best Fact Crime
* The Birthday Party by Stanley Alpert (Penguin Group - G.P. Putnam's Sons) * Reclaiming History: The Assassination of President John F. Kennedy by Vincent Bugliosi (W.W. Norton and Company * Chasing Justice: My Story of Freeing Myself After Two Decades on Death Row for a Crime I Didn't Commit by Kerry Max Cook (HarperCollins - William Morrow) * Relentless Pursuit: A True Story of Family, Murder, and the Prosecutor Who Wouldn't Quit by Kevin Flynn (Penguin Group - G.P. Putnam's Sons) * Sacco & Vanzetti: The Men, The Murders and the Judgment of Mankind by Bruce Watson (Penguin Group - Viking)
Best Short Story
* "The Catch" - Still Waters by Mark Ammons (Level Best Books) * "Blue Note" - Chicago Blues by Stuart M. Kaminsky (Bleak House Books) * "Hardly Knew Her" - Dead Man's Hand by Laura Lippman (Harcourt Trade Publishers) * "The Golden Gopher" - Los Angeles Noir by Susan Straight (Akashic Books * "Uncle" - A Hell of a Woman by Daniel Woodrell (Busted Flush Press)
Best Young Adult
* Rat Life by Tedd Arnold (Penguin - Dial Books for Young Readers) * Diamonds in the Shadow by Caroline B. Cooney (Random House Children's Books - Delacorte Press) * Touching Snow by M. Sindy Felin (Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing - Atheneum Books for Young Readers) * Blood Brothers by S.A. Harazin (Random House Children's Books - Delacorte Press) * Fragments by Jeffry W. Johnston (Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing - Simon Pulse)
Best Juvenile
* The Name of This Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch (Little, Brown Books for Young Readers) * Shadows on Society Hill by Evelyn Coleman (American Girl Publications) * Deep and Dark and Dangerous by Mary Downing Hahn (Clarion Books) * The Night Tourist by Katherine Marsh (Hyperion Books for Young Readers) * Sammy Keyes and the Wild Things by Wendelin Van Draanen (Random House Children's Books - Alfred A. Knopf)
The Simon & Schuster - Mary Higgins Clark Award
* In Cold Pursuit by Sarah Andrews (St. Martin's Minotaur) * Wild Indigo by Sandi Ault (Penguin Group - Berkley Prime Crime) * Inferno by Karen Harper (Harlequin - MIRA Books) * The First Stone by Judith Kelman (Penguin Group - Berkley Prime Crime) * Deadman's Switch by Barbara Seranella (St. Martin's Minotaur)
Robert L. Fish Memorial Award
* "The Catch" - Still Waters by Mark Ammons (Level Best Books)
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Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Voices from a Medieval Village by Laura Amy Schlitz (Candlewick)
Newbery Honor Books
Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis (Scholastic/Scholastic Press) The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt (Clarion) Feathers by Jacqueline Woodson (Putnam/GP Putnam's Sons)
Randolph Caldecott Medal
The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick (Scholastic)
Caldecott Honor Books
Henry's Freedom Box: A True Story from the Underground Railroad, illustrated by Kadir Nelson, written by Ellen Levine (Scholastic/Scholastic Press) First the Egg by Laura Vaccaro Seeger (Roaring Brook/Neal Porter) The Wall: Growing Up Behind the Iron Curtin by Peter Sís (Farrar/Frances Foster) Knuffle Bunny Too: A Case of Mistaken Identity by Mo Willems (Hyperion)
2009 May Hill Arbuthnot Honor Lecturer
Walter Dean Myers
Mildred L. Batchelder Award
VIZ Media, publisher of Brave Story, by Miyuki Miyabe, translated from the Japanese by Alexander O. Smith
Batchelder Honor Books
Milkweed Editions, publisher of The Cat: Or, How I Lost Eternity, by Jutta Richter, illustrated by Rotraut Susanne Berner, and translated from the German by Anna Brailovsky Phaidon Press, publisher of Nicholas and the Gang, written by René Goscinny, illustrated by Jacques Sempé, and translated from the French by Anthea Bell
Pura Belpré Author Award
The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano by Margarita Engle, illustrated by Sean Qualls (Holt)
Belpré Author Honor Books
Frida:¡Viva la vida! Long Live Life! by Carmen T. Bernier-Grand (Marshall Cavendish) Martina the Beautiful Cockroach: A Cuban Folktale, retold by Carmen Agra Deedy, illustrated by Michael Austin (Peachtree) Los Gatos Black on Halloween, written by Marisa Montes, illustrated by Yuyi Morales (Holt)
Pura Belpré Illustrator Award
Los Gatos Black on Halloween, illustrated by Yuyi Morales, written by Marisa Montes (Holt)
Belpré Illustrator Honor Books
My Name Is Gabito: The Life of Gabriel García Márquez/Me llamo Gabito: la vida de Gabriel García Márquez, illustrated by Raúl Colón, written by Monica Brown (Luna Rising) My Colors, My World/Mis colores, mi mundo, written and illustrated by Maya Christina Gonzalez (Children's Book Press)
Andrew Carnegie Medal
Kevin Lafferty, producer, John Davis, executive producer, and Amy Palmer Robertson and Danielle Sterling, co-producers, of Jump In: Freestyle Edition
Theodor Seuss Geisel Award
There Is a Bird on Your Head! by Mo Willems (Hyperion)
Geisel Honor Books
First the Egg by Laura Vaccaro Seeger (Roaring Brook/Neal Porter) Hello, Bumblebee Bat, written by Darrin Lunde, illustrated by Patricia J. Wynne (Charlesbridge) Jazz Baby, written by Lisa Wheeler, illustrated by R. Gregory Christie (Harcourt) Vulture View, written by April Pulley Sayre, illustrated by Steve Jenkins (Holt)
Odyssey Award
Jazz, Live Oak Media
Odyssey Honor Audiobooks
Bloody Jack: Being an Account of the Curious Adventures of Mary "Jacky" Faber, Ship's Boy, Listen & Live Audio Dooby Dooby Moo, Weston Woods/Scholastic Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Listening Library Skulduggery Pleasant, HarperCollins Audio Treasure Island, Listening Library
Sibert Medal
The Wall: Growing Up Behind the Iron Curtin by Peter Sís (Farrar/Frances Foster)
Sibert Honor Books
Lightship by Brian Floca (Simon & Schuster/Richard Jackson) Nic Bishop Spiders by Nic Bishop (Scholastic/Scholastic Nonfiction)
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I recently broke down and bought a Blackberry and now wonder what I ever did without it. One of my favorite things to do on the busride home is to go through my Google Reader and read my subscriptions to all the literary and poetry feeds, I never had much time to do more than scan.
This was in today's feed from Poetry Daily and I was completely taken aback by the sumptious, evocative language. It's from the Portuguese and luckily I can read in Portuguese as well as Spanish and I have to say that the translation captures the cadence of the original beautifully. They do include the link to the original poem if you want to take a stab at it.
Someone opens an orange in silence by Herberto Helder translated from the Portuguese by Alexis Levitin
Someone opens an orange in silence, at the entrance to fabled nights. He plunges his thumbs down to where the orange is rapidly thinking, where it grows, annihilates itself, and then is born again. Someone is peeling a pear, eating a bunch of grapes, devoting himself to fruit. And I fashion a sharp-witted song so as to understand. I lean over busy hands, mouths, tongues that devour their way through attention. I would like to know how the fable of the nights grows like this. How silence swells, or is transformed with things. I write a song in order to be intelligent about fruit on the tongue, through subtle channels, unto a dark emotion.
Okay, must you brag? Portuguese and Spanish? *Sigh* If it's Latin (of the dead variety), I'm there.
Thanks for sharing this one is marvelous.
Gina MarySol Ruiz said, on 1/11/2008 1:40:00 PM
Ooooh dead Latin?! I'm officially jealous. Thanks for visiting.
Sara said, on 1/11/2008 7:47:00 PM
I don't know how to put what I think about this poem into words. The poem defies being taken apart, which is what the poet is trying to say about love, I think.
I went to the original Portugese to read the last line and say it out loud. (I don't speak Portugese, so I was guessing.) But it was beautiful.
Gina MarySol Ruiz said, on 1/11/2008 8:16:00 PM
Sara - I know exactly what you mean about how it defies being taken apart. I just fell in love with it and now must go find all poems by this fantastic poet. I so love the way it opens with this fantastic sentence - Someone opens an orange in silence, at the entrance to fabled nights.
Oh! It just sends shivers and makes me think all kinds of wondrous things about fabled nights, stories, dreams and well just all that is marvelous and hopeful.
Thank you for visiting.
Cloudscome said, on 1/14/2008 8:44:00 AM
"I write a song in order to be intelligent about fruit on the tongue, through subtle channels, unto a dark emotion.
For love also gathers rinds and the movement of the fingers "
Beautiful!! Thanks for introducing us to a new-to-me poet.
It's the last Poetry Friday of the year and I've found an amazing poem on the nature of belief on Writer’s Almanac today. It moved me so profoundly. It got me to thinking about belief, faith and all the things my grandparents taught me about living life well and being a good person.
It’s beautiful when poetry digs deep into your very soul and gets you to start looking deeper at the person you are and wonder if it’s enough, makes you want to do more, be more.
He didn't know about the Rock of Ages or bringing in the sheaves or Jacob's ladder or gathering at the beautiful river that flows beneath the throne of God. He'd never heard of the Baltimore Catechism either, and didn't know the purpose of life was to love and honor and serve God.
Isn’t it fabulous that every week, close to 50 people stop whatever they’re doing in their so busy lives and think, consider, research, write, find and compile all these wonderful poems and stories?
I think it’s astounding and I think each of you amazing contributors are making the world a better place one poem at a time. I’m so thankful for you all. You’ve opened up the window on my world and made it a richer, more colorful tapestry. Here’s to you all and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season filled with joy and hope.
I thought I'd do a nonsense poem as a round-up, like I did last time I hosted, but your poems wanted their own way and it became a story of two friends who look to each other when illness strikes. It's still a little nonsensical thought.
This epistolary round-up is dedicated to a friend that is far away. I'm thinking of you and hope I can be as good a friend as Tom.
Last time I hosted, I made a fun poem of all your links - am I up for the challenge again? We'll see...I will round it up in a separate post late tonight so be sure to check back for the round up.
Wow, it's only 7:30ish in the morning here and there are already 27 poems up! That's fantastic. I'm headed off to work, but will be trying to look through and read each of your poems throughout the day. Sounds like we have quite the diverse and interesting batch as usual! I'm so grateful to Poetry Friday. I'd never get a chance to find all these great poems, discover new poets and read original works without you all. I'm so looking forward to a new year of poetry with you all!
It's Solstice, the Lakota Nation has announced that they will secede from the U.S. and become their own country (!), I turned 46 and I just launched a cooking website. It's been a crazy, wild, wonderful December. What a way to end the year.
Happy Holidays everyone! Here's Mr. Linky and please do leave a comment.
My Poetry Friday offering is Claribel Alegria (her name just makes me smile), with an interesting little poem in Spanish called Tamalitos de Cambray. I'll do my best to translate it for you. I've also attached two Youtube videos, one in English, one in Spanish so you all can get to know the lovely Ms. Alegria a little better. I love when she talks about how how important reading is.
A Eduardo y Helena que me pidieron una receta salvadoreña.
Dos libras de masa de mestizo media libra de lomo gachupín cocido y bien picado una cajita de pasas beata dos cucharadas de leche de Malinche una taza de agua bien rabiosa un sofrito con cascos de conquistadores tres cebollas jesuitas una bolsita de oro multinacional dos dientes de dragón una zanahoria presidencial dos cucharadas de alcahuetes manteca de indios de Panchimalco dos tomates ministeriales media taza de azúcar televisora dos gotas de lava de volcán siete hojas de pito (no seas mal pensado es somnífero) lo pones todo a cocer a fuego lento por quinientos años y verás qué sabor.
Claribel Alegria
Little Cambray Tamales
(makes 5,000,000 little tamales) - for Eduardo and Helena who asked me for a Salvadoran recipe
Two pounds of mestizo cornmeal half a pound of loin of gachupin cooked and finely chopped a box of pious raisins two tablespoons of Malinche's milk one cup of enraged water a fry of conquistador helmets three Jesuit onions a small bag of multinational gold two dragon's teeth one presidential carrot two tablespoons of pimps lard of Panchimalco Indians two ministerial tomatoes a half cup of television sugar two drops of volcanic lava seven leaves of pito* (don't be dirty-minded, it's a soporific) put everything to boil over a slow fire for five hundred years and you'll see how tasty it is.
*pito means to whistle, it's also an sleep-inducing herb; but there's another translation. It's slang for penis (which is why she is saying don't be dirty minded).
So wow! The Lakota Nation and Russell Means are seriously doing this. Wow. I wonder how events are going to unfold. Any thoughts? When I hear the word secession, I think of Ashley Wilkes leaving Melanie and Scarlett at the barbeque. This is serious. Wow.
At Wild Rose Reader, I have an untitled poem I wrote for this week's poetry stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect.
Mary Lee said, on 12/21/2007 3:37:00 AM
We will toast the Lakota Nation at our Solstice celebration tomorrow night!
TadMack said, on 12/21/2007 3:51:00 AM
OH my word, Gina! Thanks for the heads up on the Lakota Nation site. We just don't get this kind of news in the UK, and though I read two online California newspapers, I must have missed this. This is HUGE.
And you're right: I do think of Ashley and Rhett when the word "secession" comes up. If this actually goes through, it will be the beginning of a big, big thing.
Sara said, on 12/21/2007 3:53:00 AM
That video makes me want to HUG her. She's lovely. And the poem you translated too. Pious raisins will be in my head all day.
I left my link with Mr. Linky, but it's here, too.
Thanks for hosting!
laurasalas said, on 12/21/2007 3:56:00 AM
I'm in with 15 Words or Less poems--write one--at http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/28142.html.
And also with a question about how your accent might affect how you read and write poetry. http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/27815.html
Thanks for hosting!
jama said, on 12/21/2007 4:37:00 AM
This week I am suffering from acute intoxication due to Kelly Fineman's cookies -- I wrote an original acrostic.
Thanks for hosting!
Tricia said, on 12/21/2007 4:39:00 AM
Gina, Wow! What a month you've had. I can't wait to check out the cooking web site. Will you link to it for us?
Thanks for rounding up. I'll be holding positive thoughts for the Lakota, and that the turning of the year will be a turning toward the light in more ways than one.
I love the enraged water and Jesuit onions and all the other "ingredients" in Ms Alegria's poem.
Sylvia Vardell said, on 12/21/2007 7:17:00 AM
Thank you for hosting us. I've posted a bit about a new reissue of Aileen Fisher's poetry, DO RABBITS HAVE CHRISTMAS?
Susan T. said, on 12/21/2007 8:13:00 AM
Gina, thank you for rounding up.
I posted a bit about a rhyming picture book: Redbird at Rockefeller Center.
Susan T. Chicken Spaghetti
Cloudscome said, on 12/21/2007 8:16:00 AM
Wow that is big news! Thanks for the heads up. I'll be watching/listening for more.
I've posted an original poem for Miss Rumphius' Poetry Stretch.
Becky said, on 12/21/2007 8:17:00 AM
Thanks for rounding up, Gina, and happy holidays.
I'm in with Mr. Linky -- one poem (well, lyrics) for the winter solstice, and two favorite children's Christmas poems.
Cloudscome said, on 12/21/2007 8:24:00 AM
Also, thanks for the links to Clarabel Alegria. I love that poem! She has a wicked sense of humor and perfect pitch.
Stacey said, on 12/21/2007 8:52:00 AM
Thanks for hosting! My post is over at http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/2007/12/21/poetry-friday-a-tribute-to-my-co-blogger-ruth/.
Sherry said, on 12/21/2007 8:59:00 AM
Thanks for putting this Friday's poetry fest together. Merry Christmas!
Mrs. Darling said, on 12/21/2007 9:36:00 AM
Im joining for the first time. I posted one I had written a couple of years ago.
web said, on 12/21/2007 10:35:00 AM
I'm in with a review of Winter Poems.
Anamaria (bookstogether) said, on 12/21/2007 10:37:00 AM
Thanks for hosting! I have a poem for Saint Thomas Eve (which was actually last night) from Christmas Folk by Natalia Belting, illus. by Barbara Cooney.
susanwrites said, on 12/21/2007 11:04:00 AM
I've added another entry - a list of all the poetry volumes published in 2007.
http://susanwrites.livejournal.com/117405.html
msmac said, on 12/21/2007 11:36:00 AM
Thank you for hosting once again.
web said, on 12/21/2007 11:44:00 AM
A surprise second entry from me, as well! http://bunnyplanet.blogspot.com/2007/12/poetry-friday-ii-sort-of-haiku.html
I've been a little busier than usual lately launching my own cooking website and trying my hand at writing recipes. It's hard because then I actually have to think through the process while I'm cooking. It's also a little weird trying to figure out measurements because I never measure. I'm finally getting it though and having a lot of fun in the process. Cooking is such a huge part of my life and my history - it ties to so much I do that I wanted to share it.
On the website you'll find recipes, family stories and history, traditions, experiments and much more. You'll meet my family and friends, attend a tamalada and go on quests for ingredients. We eventually are going to have video instructions, so stay tuned.
Love your new cooking site. I posted a recipe today that reminds me of our time in New Mexico--a Green Chile Chicken Stew. It's not nearly as authentic as your recipes, but my husband craves the green chiles and I had to do something!
Looking forward to your hosting Poetry Friday tomorrow!
Gina MarySol Ruiz said, on 12/20/2007 10:10:00 PM
Sara,
Thank you! I'm going to swing by and take a look at that recipe, it sounds yummy and a lot like a recipe I know of.
I know of a green chile, potato recipe...my grandfather liked potatoes and my grandmother would cook them in tomatillo salsa for him with strips of green chile. They are really delicious. I'll dig up the recipe for you if you're interested.
I can't wait to see what you come up with for Poetry Friday!
On December 12th, at 2a.m. I was out at Placita Olvera (Olvera Street) dancing barefoot on the cold ground along with many, many others to pay homage to the Virgen de Guadalupe. Before I left, I wrote up a post about her and how much she means to me, my family and to the Mexican people. See the December 11th post for more about La Virgen Morena.
There is poetry to her as well as songs written in her honor. I thought I'd include some here along with the words to Las Manañitas - the traditional birthday song that we sing to her on her feast day.
Las Mañanitas is a traditional Mexican song that is sung on birthdays and other important holidays. It is often sung as an early morning serenade to wake up a loved one. At birthday parties it is sung before the cake is cut.
Las Mañanitas Lyrics:
Estas son las mañanitas que cantaba el rey David a las muchachas bonitas te las cantamos aquí
Si el sereno de la esquina me quisiera hacer favor de apagar su linternita mientras que pasa mi amor
Despierta mi bien despierta mira que ya amaneció ya los pajarillos cantan la luna ya se metió
Ahora sí señor sereno le agradezco su favor encienda su linternita que ya ha pasado mi amor
Amapolita adorada de los llanos de Tepic si no estás enamorada enamórate de mí
Despierta mi bien despierta mira que ya amaneció ya los pajarillos cantan la luna ya se metió
Here's just about the whole of Mexico singing it to her in the Basilica
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TadMack said, on 12/14/2007 6:45:00 AM
Hey G, I love these. It always makes me teary that an entire nation would have such devotion to a religious icon. We've been invited to a Las Posadas procession this weekend -- which will be really weird to do in Scotland!! But what the heck, right?
Thanks for sharing!
Mary Lee said, on 12/15/2007 4:57:00 AM
Wow! Thanks for this post and for the one you wrote on 12/11. We'll remember Tonantzin at our Solstice celebration this year!
In Mexico, I think nothing is more honored and adored than the Virgen de Guadalupe or, as I know her, Tonantzin. Her image is everywhere. Statues, candles, blankets, sarapes, scarves, murals, roadside shrines - her peaceful and radiant countenance blesses you. She lives in homes, tattoos, in the marketplace, in song, everywhere, she touches everything. Even one of the most popular singers in Mexico wrote a song for her! In fact, singers of all types - rock bands, mariachis, the pop stars, the rancheros, EVERYONE loves the Virgencita Morena, the Goddess of the Americas.
She was the image on the banners and flags of Father Manuel Hidalgo and his followers in the Mexican Revolution. She is entrenched so deeply into our culture and ideology that she’s like an old and very beloved friend. We call her little mother. She’s our collective mother, the mother of a conquered but not defeated nation, the mother who fights for us, protects us and loves us no matter who or what we are and become. We live and breathe Guadalupe. In every family, someone, boy or girl is named Guadalupe and carries that name with pride.
The Catholic Church has it's story of the Virgen de Guadalupe and Juan Diego, we indigenous people have another. Somehow, like so much in Mexico the two things blended and we have Catholic dogma mixed with indigenous belief. Tonantzin wouldn't be erased and she lives stronger than ever in our hearts and minds.
Every year on her day, December 12th - thousands of people gather at her shrine on Tepeyac to give her honor, to pay homage, to dance prayers for her, to sing Las Manañitas to her and to show their devotion. Indigenous people from all over Mexico leave their villages and walk or crawl up to the sierra de Tepeyac in an ancient pilgrimage. The actual holy ground is a little hill behind the Basilica. This hill was sacred to Tonantzin and consecrated to Her by the indigenous people of Mexico long before the conquest. The pilgrimage was happening in pre-Columbian times as well.
As far back as I can remember my life was dominated by the Guadalupe. In the sala (living room) my grandmother Lupe’s house (her name was Maria Guadalupe) in the place of honor on the wall was a huge, framed print of the Virgen de Guadalupe standing on the hill of Tepeyac with Juan Diego kneeling at her feet, tilma open and filled with roses. It was a beautiful print with a soft washed from age look to it. You could clearly see the nopales (cacti) that were growing on the hillside. Every day my grandmother would put fresh flowers in front of that print. “Flores para la virgen”, she would tell me, “Flowers for the Virgen”. I learned to cut fresh roses and other flowers from the garden for vases throughout the house, keeping only the best and showiest to put in front of the print. Just like my grandmother, I’d say a little prayer to her as I left her her flowers. She was as real to me as my sisters were and I talked to her far more freely. La Lupita was my confidant, my protector, my dear little mother.
At church, my grandmother was a member of a society called Las Guadalupanas and they were devotees of her. Every morning, my grandmother Lupe would don her lacy mantilla and head off for mass where she’d pray to the Virgen de Guadalupe. See, she’s everywhere and in everything.
In Aztec culture, Guadalupe was Tonantzin, the mother of all, Mother Earth, The Goddess of Sustenance, Honored Grandmother, Snake, Aztec Goddess of the Earth. She brought the corn, Mother of the Corn. Even then She was All and Everything. She represented mothers, fertility, the moon, the sacred number 7. In fact, she was sometimes known as 7 Serpent. She was always there and she was always our little mother.
Corn is sacred to Tonantzin. The flowers we know as poinsettias were called Cuetlaxochitl were also very sacred to her and they grew on Tepeyac in wintertime as tall as ten feet high. Tunas (cactus fruit or prickly pear) are also especially sacred to Tonantzin growing as they do on the cacti that grows on her sacred and holy ground. Filled with seeds inside and a rich, juicy red fruit, the tunas represent both fertility and the womb, the blood of women and the sweetness of life. Tomatoes are another sacred fruit to Her. On my altar, I often put flor de noche Buena (another word for poinsettias meaning flower of the good night), tunas, chiles, cacao beans and tomatoes. The colors red, white and green, the colors of the Mexican flag are sacred to Her as well.
Early tomorrow morning, the morning of the 12th at 2a.m. at the Placita Olvera (Olvera Street) in Los Angeles, mariachis, devotees of the Virgen de Guadalupe, Aztec dancers, folklorico dancers, deer dancers, musicians, priests, nuns, and many more will start paying homage to Her. We will sing Las Mananitas, the traditional birthday song, we will pray and dance. Aztec dancers will dance at Catholic masses everywhere and they will do the prayer dance Tonantzin first. They will dance various variations of Tonantzin and give Her honor. In Mexico, on a much larger scale, celebrities, the elite, the politicians, Zapatistas, narcotrafficantes, men, women and children will all pay homage to our beloved Virgen de Guadalupe. We will give thanks to her for all we’ve received from her merciful hands, we will pray for the sick, the prisoners, the homeless, the helpless and we know that She is mercy, kindness, acceptance and love. She commands a tremendous devotion from the people that love her just by being Guadalupe. I believe she has given me much – my life, my children, my grandchildren, the food I eat. She is the goddess of the harvest, she represents the mother in me and in all women. She simply is and so I say Tlaxocamatl Tonantzin, thank you virgen de Guadalupe for all you have given. Tlaxocamatl Tonantzin. Ometeotl.
From the City of the Queen of the Angels, desde la ciudad de Nuestra Reina de los Angeles,
Atonatiuh Eloxochitl Mar y Sol Datura Flower otherwise know as Gina MarySol Ruiz Who is on her way to dance for the Virgen de Guadalupe and one for her Grandmother Lupe too.
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Dramacon, Vol. 1 Author: Svetlana Chmakova Publisher: TOKYOPOP ISBN 10: 1-59816-129-8 ISBN 13: 978-1-59816-129-8
Christie Leroux is a high school student and anime fan attending her first anime convention, with her boyfriend Derek, to sell their amateur comic book – she writes it, he draws it. This 172-page young teen comic tells what happens to Christie during the three days at her first convention; but it is less about the chaos and traditions of big fan conventions – although that is certainly captured here authentically and hilariously – as it is about the emotional turbulence experienced by a sensitive teenager on her first solo outing from home.
How will she and Derek react in the “artists’ alley” to the fan public’s response, and to the criticism of professional cartoonists, to their amateur comic book? Is Derek just being friendly and a good salesman to attractive girls who look at their comic, or is he flirting with them? What should she and Derek do when their school roommates/chaperones stay out all night, leaving the two alone? Christie realizes that both she and Derek are immature, but how much self-centeredness should she tolerate from him? When Christie meets Matt, a sophisticated college student from across the country, she is torn between an instant attraction (is this just adolescent hormones or True Love?) and loyalty to Derek – but does he deserve it? “My first anime convention… did not go smoothly. But all things considered… I can’t wait to go back.”
Svetlana Chmakova is the young Russian-born commercial artist and anime fan who is one of the leading creators of what fans call “American manga” or “OEL (original English language) manga” – original American comic books written/drawn/published in the traditional Japanese manga style. DRAMACON reads front to back and left to right like standard American books; otherwise it is almost indistinguishable from a Japanese comic book. The art is black-&-white, presented in a thick paperback format. The style varies sharply from realistic when the characters are acting seriously to grotesquely “squashed” when they are acting silly. The art is heavily shaded and toned to compensate for the lack of color, and romantic scenes are full of the “shojo sprinkles” such as hearts & stars that Japanese romance cartoonists put into their art. The dialogue is full of fan slang such as “cosplay” and “J-Pop” .
DRAMACON Vol. 1 was published in 2005, and is currently in its fourth printing. Each volume takes place at the fictitious annual anime con, and shows Christie a year older with both her personal and creative relationships more advanced. It is a success both as a romance comic book, and as a primer for what to expect at your first anime convention. Vol. 3 will be published this December 10th.
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OOOOH, Gina, NAUGHTY!
Hm. She'd have been much better off doing it this way...
A sexy Rumpelstiltskin! Love it. Thanks for the laugh.
I wish you could hear me belly laughing over here. I just love what "chooses you" each week.
This is funny! Thanks for a laugh.