Would you trust this poet with your peach?
posted by Lorna Dee Cervantes at 2:39 AM
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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- Name: Lorna Dee Cervantes
- Location: Acá, Gaia, United States
"My Gift is that I'm not beautiful. My career was never about looks. It's about health and being in good shape." ~Shirley Maclaine/ For Lalo, because I miss your "¡Ajúa!"
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3 Comments:
I would trust you with my apples, but not my peaches.
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That guy next to you is cute. Do you know him?
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Are you reading "The Hummingbird's Daughter?" I'm half way through it, and I'm loving it. Amazing prose, and a wonderful story.
LOL I knew you'd say that so I left him in when I cropped the pic just for you
as for the other & anyone else: honey, don't ya shake my tree
(you think I'd be with that dork? Real-lay! 1st of all, "cute" to me would start out with hair to his waist)
I dream Hummingbird's Daughter. It was his thesis at CU. I always knew it was a novel, and Luis doesn't let go of anything unless it's the best. (So much for writing to contest deadlines.) His 90 page final manuscript for my poetry workshop (I swear, I didn't assign that much although I do say: Pages count. Writer's gotta write, que no?) won the Pen America West award for best book of poetry. And I get called into the chair's office for a complaint that I was a "racist" because I was giving the "Chicano students" As and she only got a B—despite the fact that she didn't meet the minimum page requirement. I happened to have copies of their manuscripts with me, hers, his & the Chicana student who almost dropped out, were it not for the female faculty, after being sexually harrassed in the prof's office. (mira, como me dan asco) It was like a science exhibit. I opened a page of Luis. I opened a page of woman who interrupted a lecture to ask, "what's a metaphor?" and she was a high school language teacher with no sense of irony. "See: Luis. X. Luis. X. See: This is poetry. This is not. Exhibit A. Exhibit B." I ended by thanking him for bringing it to my attention because I realized I had made a mistake and awarded a B to a manuscript that was really an "C-". He got the point, and that was that. I was hoping to get a copy at Luis' reading last week, but these books. . . at the moment I'm avoiding the muse.
Send poems.
grossíass
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