Have you ever thought you knew someone fairly well, until they show you their blog and you realize they are hardcore readers (more than you knew) and bloggers (including author interviews & giveaways), and they have their own bookmarks. Crazy, isn't it?
This is my friend Missie, and her blog:http://www.theunreadreader.com/
She deals with specific genres (some which I don't read), but reading is reading, and I didn't start off reading Chicano literature. I began by reading UFO books, comics, and the back of basketball cards.
So, please take the time to read her funny and witty blogs.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Reading
I finished reading Gwendolyn Zepeda's To the Last Man I Slept with and All the Jerks Just Like Him which turned out to be somewhat surreal: stories of ants smelling panties (it's true, but not easily admitted) and how living in a trailer park you still have a struggle for status. I know i enjoyed it for it's creativity and honesty, but I'm not sure what else I took from it. I don't do similar writing, as in short stories, so to use the same method in my poems might be difficult.
On another note, I enjoy reading novels and short stories more than poetry. Is that common? I hope it doesn't mean I am following the wrong path. lol
Continuing my reading, I have started on When I was Puerto Rican by Esmeralda Santiago. So far so good. Pretty much a description of life in Puerto Rico by the oldest daughter of a ever growing family. I'm waiting to see where it keeps going from my current spot. I also find myself reading a lot more female authors. Maybe they provide a different viewpoint i'm accustomed to by growing up in a single parent home? It's all just theory.
Life-wise, just waiting for two upcoming trips to Austin. Also hoping to find some teaching work for the next semester. I am okay right now money-wise, and the move isn't about money. I'm just trying to find something which gives me more time to volunteer and produce chapbooks. I can't work desk jobs anymore. Actually, I haven't really had a desk job. I think this is my first one, and turns out I don't like it. lol
Life is not at a stand still, but i expect more out of my 8-5 (9 hours) a day than sitting here. I love my job when i am able to advise students, but slow days are slow. bien despacito.
Which is where I am at now. and not having anything to do kills your spirit. Sitting here and waiting. terrible. I am working on a new poem while at work, pero no me da ganas a escribir.
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Sangre
de mi padre,
sangre que tal vez
es un poco de moreno
porque mi padre–
chino–
tiene ganchos
negros
que lastiman.
tengo sangre de machista
y infiel. la raza
de mi tío
asesinado por tener amante
olvidado por la ley
y sus hijos.
matrimonio
promesas
pelo corto
no pueden parar patillas
que se me enchinan
y los glóbulos de rojo,
blanco, y verde
es una mezcla
de corajudo,
silencio, y
deseo
peligroso.
On another note, I enjoy reading novels and short stories more than poetry. Is that common? I hope it doesn't mean I am following the wrong path. lol
Continuing my reading, I have started on When I was Puerto Rican by Esmeralda Santiago. So far so good. Pretty much a description of life in Puerto Rico by the oldest daughter of a ever growing family. I'm waiting to see where it keeps going from my current spot. I also find myself reading a lot more female authors. Maybe they provide a different viewpoint i'm accustomed to by growing up in a single parent home? It's all just theory.
Life-wise, just waiting for two upcoming trips to Austin. Also hoping to find some teaching work for the next semester. I am okay right now money-wise, and the move isn't about money. I'm just trying to find something which gives me more time to volunteer and produce chapbooks. I can't work desk jobs anymore. Actually, I haven't really had a desk job. I think this is my first one, and turns out I don't like it. lol
Life is not at a stand still, but i expect more out of my 8-5 (9 hours) a day than sitting here. I love my job when i am able to advise students, but slow days are slow. bien despacito.
Which is where I am at now. and not having anything to do kills your spirit. Sitting here and waiting. terrible. I am working on a new poem while at work, pero no me da ganas a escribir.
---------------------------------------------
Sangre
de mi padre,
sangre que tal vez
es un poco de moreno
porque mi padre–
chino–
tiene ganchos
negros
que lastiman.
tengo sangre de machista
y infiel. la raza
de mi tío
asesinado por tener amante
olvidado por la ley
y sus hijos.
matrimonio
promesas
pelo corto
no pueden parar patillas
que se me enchinan
y los glóbulos de rojo,
blanco, y verde
es una mezcla
de corajudo,
silencio, y
deseo
peligroso.
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