ATHENA :: a space for student writing
According to myth, the Goddess Athena brought the olive to the Greeks as a gift because Zeus had promised to give the region of Attica to the god or goddess who made the most useful invention. Athena's gift of the olive, useful for light, heat, food, medicine and perfume, was picked as a more peaceful invention than Poseidon's horse, touted as a rapid and powerful instrument of war. Athena planted the original olive tree, known as the Moria, on a rocky hill that we know now as the Acropolis. The olive tree that grows there today is said to have come from the roots of the original tree. ~ adapted from the Olive Oil Source, 2018
A Picture Says a Thousand Words: Graphic Poetry
by David B Newell, December 2018
When I draw, I often look at my hands to see how much charcoal is left on them from my work. Each time I lift the pencil from the paper, a little bit more gets onto me. It's interesting that there is a give and take with art - no matter how much I put onto the page and call it mine, the page gives back and equally owns me. This dual relationship, of creator and creation, is why I admire not just drawing, but numerous arts. Poetry, for instance, works in a similar way, where the creator must commit themselves wholly to the work - the work is at the mercy of the writer, but the work likewise requires the writer’s vulnerability. To me drawing and poetry are dual lanes, and I’m in the median strip. For a long time I thought those two roads were strictly divided, seeing no real intersection as a possibility. That is, of course, until I found out about graphic poetry.
On April 23rd, 2018, renowned poets Naoko Fujimoto and Angela Narciso Torres, led a graphic poetry workshop at Woodbury University, where students brought poems in text and then transformed them into graphic poems. Hosted by MORIA Literary Magazine, the event was a booming success, with students not only being mentored by two iconic poets, but also exploring the fascinating medium of graphic poetry. Fujimoto spearheaded teaching the students the graphic side of the poetry (being a graphic poet herself), and Torres—the author of the acclaimed poetry collection, Blood Orange (2013 Willow Books Literature Awards Grand Prize Winner for Poetry)—led a roundtable workshop, where the group read and discussed each other’s work. Fujimoto and Torres both also presented their own work to the class, giving them a general idea of what to cultivate during the workshop. Art papers, magazines to cut up, stamps, markers, glue, glitter, ribbons, and other resources were provided by MORIA for the students to fully delve into their creations. Below this article is a slide show featuring the students who participated in this workshop and some of their resulting creations.
Fujimoto specializes in the genre of “graphic poetry,” developing her own translation of what it is to her. Her books Mother Said, I Want Your Pain (Shared Dream Immigrant Chapbook Contest at Backbone Press), Where I Was Born (the editor’s choice at Willow Books) and her first chapbook, Home, No Home (Oro Fino Chapbook Competition at Educe Press) are just a couple of her award-winning, standout works. Her process involves creating a picture-scroll known as an emaki, an ancient and enduring Japanese style. Through this, she then demonstrates what her poem means through art and graphic design, sometimes replacing words with an image to demonstrate what it represents. The format she usually likes to follow is to have about 30% of the poem be words and the rest be pictures. Her first graphic work, “The Duck’s Smile” explored overlooked abuse in everyday life, but Fujimoto found this rendition not what she was searching for. Her later work, such as “Radio Tower,” finds the perfect balance, fully balancing both words and imagery. Fujimoto finds that graphic poetry is “trans-sensory,” able to appeal to numerous senses that a normal poem in text may not able to connect to.
Below is Fujimoto’s graphic poem “Pochi-graphic,” based on her original poem “Pochi or Kuro”:
While not graphic poetry, per se, Cate Roman, a graphic designer and professor at Woodbury University, also manages to combine both art and language into something more. Recently she partook in a collaboration between the Creative Writing students at Mount Saint Mary’s University and students in Graphic Design at Woodbury University. This collaboration, “Call and Response,” had the creative-writing students creating poems that the graphic-design students would then cultivate into visual works of art. While Roman regularly participates in school-based projects like this, she strives for very intricate and complex work. Through physical letters and words, Roman manages to create entire stories through cut-paper and sculpture. Her works of paper range from 1,500,000 of Us to Three Bales, with sculptures like Exquisite Flaws and White Noise also perfectly capturing a balance between imagery and words. Roman, like Fujimoto, did not find this balance overnight; Roman started out as a performer. From working as a dancer in TV series to performing on musicals, Roman seemed destined to always express herself. After she retired from performance art, though, she proceeded to take a graphic design class through the UCLA Extension program. From there, she was inspired by the use of imagery and sought to take it by the reigns and make a second career of it.
Below are some images of the “Workshop on Graphic Poetry” and some of the work produced that day by the students and professors in attendance:
Representation Matters: Désirée Zamorano
by Alyssa N Pieprzyca, November 2018
When I was little, the only person on television I saw that resembled me was Dora the Explorer. She spoke Spanish and had brown skin like mine, which I loved. Then, a few years later, I looked back at the show and was so frustrated and envious of other kid shows with white characters that never spoke about where they were from or the language they used. Years after that, I got to the point where I began to watch R-rated movies and occasionally there was a Latinx character but more often than not, they were in a gang or had an accent. I wanted so badly to have a Latinx character simply be a Latinx character. I was a Latina who didn’t have an accent, wasn’t in a gang, wasn’t a maid, and wasn’t a sex worker.
I spoke about these issues with Désirée Zamorano, author of The Amado Women (2014) and she agreed, “representation matters.” We explored the way our demographic is presented in the media, or, rather, the lack of it: “For a long time in Hollywood, our demographic was represented in two ways, the terrified maid and the sex worker.” But instead of merely complaining about it, she channeled her frustration into her writing.
Zamorano’s list of accomplishments is long, but some of her works include Human Cargo (2011), Modern Cons (2013), and “Amarisa’s Cooking Pot” (2017). Like many children, Zamorano enjoyed reading books and making up her own stories. As she grew older, she says she “experienced life,” and she realized she actually had things to say. She says she has found great joy in incorporating issues of social justice into her stories. It’s almost like hitting two birds with one stone; readers get a good read, and it mirrors current political issues. Thats how I felt when we read Zamorano’s submitted piece, “Austin,” for MORIA’s second issue, due out on November 19th . To be able to curate a story that leaves your reader’s heart aching? It's a hard goal to achieve, and Désirée Zamorano has done it.
When I asked her how she gets her inspiration for her stories, she told me she’s simply “tapping into the universe. You have to find a vein and tap into it.” For her more socially and politically-centered pieces, she says she looks at what’s happening now and joins that conversation in her work. It's what we all should be doing—joining conversations, offering our thoughts, and taking action.
Looking into her critically-acclaimed novel, The Amado Women, Zamorano uses four Latina women as her main characters and explores the complexity of them, both in and out of their family. She portrays the intricacy of family and how people can feel incomplete without another person, but nonetheless face problems when together. Zamorano strives to show the truth of Mexican-American people and steers clear of the stereotypical Hollywood notions. Instead, she explores universal conflicts, like abusive relationships, family ties, and personal battles. Erik Alfaro, MORIA’s Events Coordinator, offers an analysis of some lines of The Amado Women:
"As she waited for her friend, Sylvia stared out of Becky's window. She could see a shimmering strip of yellow sea, forty miles away, glowing with the impossibility of hope." This quote reaches out to women who have faced the unfortunate experience of being abused by a husband. When Zamorano writes, "She could see a shimmering strip of yellow sea, forty miles away, glowing with the impossibility of hope," she talks about how many women who are abused by their husbands think about what the future will bring. Zamorano's use of "forty miles away" is a reference to the fact that many women compare their wishes for their future with a starker reality. These visions "[glow] with the impossibility of hope" but remain in the distance because these men refuse to acknowledge that their behaviors and attitudes are erroneous and inhumane and thus will never change into behaviors of respect. In this light, Zamorano's analogy serves to shout out to all the women who have fallen into a similar situation to Sylvia’s in The Amado Women, and, while Zamorano recognizes that many of these women feel hopeless, she aims to let them know that they are not forgotten.
Zamorano’s novel has been talked about in the Los Angeles Times, been deemed a “must read” by Remezcla, and was added to Bustle Magazine’s list of “11 Moving Beach Reads That’ll Have You Weeping Into Your Piña Colada.” An author that creates a well-woven story, incorporates modern day issues, and can make me cry? Sign me up.
The Comfort of Consciousness: Brendan Constantine
by David B Newell, September 2018
A man always on the go, Brendan Constantine creates poems that almost seem to move from the page, swirling into the mind of their readers and creating a sense of enlightenment. Raised by two accomplished actors (Michael Constantine and Julianna McCarthy), Constantine’s road to creativity followed countless avenues.
While pursuing such things as drawing, photography, singing, and theater in college was immensely rewarding, something wasn’t clicking for Constantine. And then he found poetry: “What confirmed poetry for me was that I persisted when it was difficult, when it became work, when no one offered praise, when I understood at a gut level that I would never (ever) master it or know if I was any good. Ever. (Ever, ever).” With pen in hand, Constantine undertook the arduous journey of connecting to people through prose and thought, while developing a deeper sense of connection with words on paper.
Constantine took off from the ground running, creating works that now show him as one the most established poets in Los Angeles. Finding gun violence a pressing issue, Constantine produced various poems around the theme, such as “Letters to Guns,” and, more recently, “The Opposites Game.” When asked about his creative process and the selection of such themes as gun violence, Constantine said it’s quite spontaneous: “Every poem seems to arrive in its own way. They all ‘want’ something different. I have no set time to write, no regular hours. I don’t even have an office.” From teaching, working a second job, partaking in community activities, and comforting family members, inspiration seems to fall from the sky at random times, landing on his head with a certain “aha!” The poem “The Opposites Game” was struck from a specific event. Constantine's friend, Patricia Maisch, was scheduled to speak at a gun-violence rally and asked him to participate. While initially believing his poem would be a damper on the occasion, he soon came to the realization that it was a hit. With multiple videos of people taking part in the interactive poem, it has proven to have quite an impact on its audiences. The following part of the poem struck strongly, as the students in the poem attempt to identify what the “opposite” of a gun might be:
It's a diamond, it's a dance,
the opposite of a gun is a museum in France.
It's the moon, it's a mirror,
it's the sound of a bell and the hearer.
Creating an entire environment around the disagreement of what the opposite of a gun is, inevitably creating discourse, was very interesting to me. In trying to get to the core of pure harmony, disharmony ensued. It is in poems like these that Constantine announces himself as a writer of unique talent.
While the awareness of gun violence (and other subjects) is important, Constantine's primary goal in his work is to make a connection with his audience. I asked him if there was a specific message he wanted to convey in his work, and he explained it was to have a deeper experience of the world: “I suppose one could extract from the work a consistent priority if not a message and it’s this: Savor absolutely everything, be totally present, for the beautiful and terrible alike. You won’t know one without the other, so treat every moment as your first on earth and take the time to wonder at the unlikelihood of it all.” Constantine’s poem, “In the Ear of Our Lord,” is a good example of how he connects with the reader, transcending our earthly experience to reach the surreal understanding of this piece, while making a pun on “in the year of our lord”:
I thought you said you love
the coal train's horn
the loneliest monk
playing piano Such distinct
sounds I had to wonder how
you knew to love them
In the beginning was the whir
I thought you said & the whir
Didn't you say each verse
should end on a pyramid
the crowds are coming home
Cross our eyes & dot our lines
I could swear you said the time
the time handsome
Hark that horn the monk's
lonely fingers Doesn't it just
break your harp
None of us
will be remembered
Free alas you said free alas
When first reading this poem, I wondered, did his computer autocorrect his words? But, of course, upon further inspection, the decision to “mishear” the words we expect to hear was intentional—for instance, “free alas” for the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s words, “free at last.” Constantine changes MLK’s triumphant declaration of freedom into a much more complex, and ultimately heartbreaking, admission that we are so “free” that we are entirely at the mercy of time: “None of us / will be remembered.” I am not a religious person myself, but I can only assume that embedded in this poem are various lines referenced in the Bible, intentionally slightly off. I related to the poem after realizing that, when I was forced to go to church, I could not remember anything spouted from the preacher. So seeing this poem give off almost a comedic tone to misremembering things, I saw a different side to Constantine. While he engages in darker tones with “The Opposites Game,” this piece was more free in its identity. Being able to play many sides of the spectrum, Constantine is a truly talented poet, able to draw any and all readers into his work.
Illustrating Pain Artfully: Chiwan Choi
by Devin R Hendricks, April 2018
I was trying to skim through another assigned reading for my coursework when something caught my eye and dipped into my perfectly-budgeted time. The word “spontaneous” loses the youthful feeling of wanderlust when linked to the word “abortion.” It threw me to see it again. I had encountered it in Chiwan Choi’s poem “her journey” from his second collection, Abductions, which confronts loss, including that of an unborn child. Reading this piece brought me out of my overstimulated, material life and transported me to that fluorescent-lit hospital room where strangers in scrubs keep telling you things that you don’t want to hear.
One of the most uncompromising voices of our current poetic moment, Choi is able to implant emotion, even to the unwilling, in order to tell his truths. His published books include The Flood (2010), Abductions (2012), The Yellow House (2017), and also Ghostmaker (2015), which was read aloud at public events and then burned. He is a founding partner and editor at Writ Large Press; he publishes regularly in Cultural Weekly; and he has fast become a cultural voice for his Downtown Los Angeles community, as well as for his Korean roots.
I was first introduced to Choi when I was eighteen and hungry. My stomach growled in the back of the Riverside, California, conference room around 8pm, as I sipped coffee and waited for the reading to begin. Choi arrived and then announced that he had quit poetry and was done with readings . . . unexpected first words at an actual poetry reading. He said that we would be doing something different. He started reading posts from his Facebook wall and invited us to talk to him.
I asked where he liked to write. He told me on the bus.
When I came across “her journey,” it took me a beat to register how I recognized the name Chiwan Choi. In a rather profound moment of realization, I thought, wait one minute--this is the man who declared to me (and publicly) he had quit poetry. Yet here he is with new published work, work that spoke to me in ways I never imagined possible. Work that is now published in the New York Times. I had to find out what made him come back.
Lucky for me Choi is reading on my campus, Woodbury University, April 16th, and I was able to ask him a few questions beforehand . . . such as, what made him come back?
“I actually got back to doing readings (and writing, because I’d given up on reading AND writing at the time) in the summer of 2014, when one of my poetry heroes, Douglas Kearney, asked me if I’d read with him. So I couldn’t say no to that.” I suppose heroes do have some pull when it comes to bringing people out of their early retirements.
Choi was called “the Jay-Z of poetry” by LA Weekly after he publicly quit the game because of a bus-ride epiphany. He left a reading, a successful one, and then realized on the ride home that traditional poetry and readings were not the way to reach a larger audience. “If poetry is about getting to the reader and the world, then doesn't that defeat the point to write poetry and put it in a book that no one would read?" But much like the rapper, he couldn’t stay away. And we are thankful for that.
Choi has more in common with Jay-Z than just the failed retirement. His poetry often sounds like song lyrics and contains themes drawn from urban life and culture that read like smooth R&B. In this excerpt from The Yellow House, the lines move to a beat that makes me sway with the invisible song he creates:
in a stranger’s music,
i heard my own voice.
in my voice, i heard my brother
giving me the keys to his Camaro.
in that night on that twisty part of Sunset
i heard my mother asking me to come home.
in that home i heard my father
falling asleep on the couch.
in his dream i heard
a girl’s hair flutter in the breeze.
in the breeze i saw my sister
i saw my sister in the breeze.
Choi laughed when I asked him about the comparison between his work and R&B. He told me he thinks it mostly comes out of that LA Weekly article that labeled him the Jay-Z of poetry. “Having said that, yeah, music definitely is a major influence. Because I mostly write on my phone now (because I’m traveling a lot, I just use my Notes app on my phone to write on). I do have music on when I’m writing.” Perhaps I, like others, have been misled by his Jay-Z title into forcing a comparison to the rhythmic beats of R&B. Or maybe their influence on Choi is more like a subtle background track than an obvious sampling.
During his leave of absence, he turned to Facebook and has remained active on social media throughout his subsequent career. Instagram seems to be a popular outlet for young poets, and most recently there has been talk surrounding Rupi Kaur and whether or not her poetry counts as poetry. This buzz has been present on campus, and I couldn’t help but ask Choi, who has spoken out about elitism within the poetry world, his view on the topic:
“My take on Rupi Kaur: (1) Whether poetry is on Instagram, or Facebook, or in a chapbook, or on the side of a building, or published by Penguin, what does it matter? Attacking it because of what we deem as a frivolous medium (like Instagram) is really old-man-shaking-fist-at-clouds stupid; (2) I personally don’t like Kaur’s work at all, but so what? Millions of people do; (3) But I would rather read a poem of hers on Instagram than another one of WRDSMTH's dumbass wheat-paste poems on some gentrified wall; (4) HOWEVER, this is where it’s important to separate the medium/technique/quality of Kaur's (or anybody’s) work with who they are. Her ridiculous (and dangerous, since the mainstream WILL point to her as ‘representing’ a POC voice) ideas about what should or shouldn’t be poetry is ridiculous and should be criticized/slammed, just like anybody else’s.”
Speaking for myself, I’d rather read an Instagram poem than listen to people criticize the younger generation of poets who have helped massively in bringing poetry into the mainstream. Just because someone (and, by someone, I mean a traditional-poetry elitist) doesn’t like a type of poetry does not mean that it is not poetry. Shall we walk up to an artist’s painting and point and say, “no, sir, that is not art”? I suppose people can, and do, and will, but Rupi Kaur is still cashing a bigger check than those elitist poets at the end of the day, so she probably doesn’t care about their opinions much.
The points about Kaur’s impact culturally are beyond my realm or ability to tackle. My California-born-and-raised-by-a-white-ass-family-dominant-culture doesn’t always give me a visible understanding of the multicultural implications around me. However, Choi reveals his fluency in the conversation of culture, both politically and creatively.
The Yellow House, Choi’s recent, book-length poem, deals with culture in a way that opened my eyes and helped me see differently. He is able to communicate culture clearly though his expression of feeling. The vulnerability, the simplicity, and the precision deliver a specific flavor that can’t be replicated:
is spelled like knife
like the one my father put in my hand
while i stood shaking on redondo pier
as he showed me how to filet
a mackerel without crying
where are the lessons of past nights
when the tears come through the bones
like the sun through the trees
because it is my skin that slices open.
that's how hope is:
your father's hand on your shoulder
when he tells you god
The role of parents in one’s life is a recurring theme in The Yellow House. At some points, they are godlike; while at others, they are fragile and a constant reminder of the brevity of human existence. The question of existence is one we all dare to ponder, but Choi is able to take it further, to have you visualize the unknown and reach out to feel it.
Apart from parents, culture, and Los Angeles, The Yellow House also confronts the loss of an unborn child. In recent months, I have become more familiar with this type of loss than I’d ever wished to be; I have become paralyzed with fears of existence and the afterlife; and I have found myself wishing for a heaven I never before believed in.
The way Choi is able to communicate his loss through his poetry gives a sense of both desperation and deliverance. He tackles a difficult topic without inflicting pain on the reader. He keeps the pain as his own and shares what comes closest, I think, to something resembling hope:
but memory has replaced the letters with blank spaces—
how many syllables were
going to bring happiness?
alone in an unwelcome light
standing among the boxes that we are carrying
to another home.
you whose name i have lost:
i have for so long
believed i was the monster
at the center of my family
of my love
of everything that breaks
but i am tired
i want to put this anger down
and the hope too
that keeps returning unwanted
and run through the forest
toward the echo
that sounds like my name
from the yellow house
in a field of lavender.
The line “i want to put this anger down” reads to me as acceptance--perhaps, forgiveness. But then the next line, “and the hope too,” brings me back to desperation. Total loss. Unattachment. For me, the hope in this excerpt lays in the forgetting. The mind's ability to let go of what pains us.
I asked Choi, again, now five years into the future from our first meeting, where his favorite place to write is: “Buses probably.”
There is something poetic about hearing this same, familiar answer in such a seemingly inauthentic and fleeting world. It is a joy to come across something real. Something that remains throughout a whirlwind of new experiences--the sustainability of habit and personality.
For some reason, Choi makes me feel as though I have time-traveled, from the Riverside conference room to my computer screen now. From his yellow house to my hospital room. And, in a few short days, to Woodbury University. If given the opportunity, I would thank Douglas Kearney personally for bringing Choi back to writing, and to readings, and to creating content for me to overindulge in. For now, I will take another journey through The Yellow House.