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Wednesday
Jun012011

Sending La Loba to VONA 

Vanessa Martir: La Loba (click to view the facebook invitation)

 

Tonight we read out of love for La Loba. 

Vanessa Martir is a teacher, novelist, single mom, dream weaver and ground shaker and she's is going to VONA/Voices Summer Writing Workshops at UC Berkeley to work on her first memoir, A Dim Capacity for WingsI've found that what we do for Vanessa, we do for our community as what she learns, she shares. I had an opportunity to learn from her at the Spring session of her Writing Our Lives Workshop at Hunter College and am definitely a better writer for it. 


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In her words:

For those of you that don’t know, for the third year in a row, I’ve been accepted to a workshop at the esteemed VONA/Voices Summer Writing Workshops in California (http://www.voicesatvona.org/). This year I’ll be participating in the Memoir Workshop with Staceyann Chin…

 *gimme a second while I do the excited Kermit dance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khMpnsPPFeg). Let me explain.

 

I’ve been working on my first memoir, A Dim Capacity for Wings (thank you Emily Dickinson (http://www.bartleby.com/113/4006.html), for over a decade now. I’m finally ready to go in, stare my life down, relive it, write it, release it…but that story comes a little later.

 

My first trip to VONA was in ’09. At that point, I was a book in (Woman’s Cry, 2007) but I was feeling stuck and unsure of myself and my next step. VONA was just the mirror I needed to snap out of that paralysis. There, I didn’t have to explain why I write what I write, and I found a faith in my voice and stories that eluded me and kept me from writing for most of my life.

 

There, I was embraced and loved for all that I am, with the traits I’d hampered since childhood “porque las niñas no se portan así!” My boisterousness, my loud, my excitability and silliness, my inclination to bust into dance and song at random moments, my devilmaycarelaughsmile&embraceyourcrazycraziness—all that was encouraged and loved at VONA. There, I found the courage to be all that I am, beautiful and flawed and overemotive at times, quick to cry and just as quick to sass. At VONA I learned that fear is not the issue, but how you react to fear. You have a choice to let it paralyze or catalyze, no matter, it’s still your choice. And so I left VONA having attached wings to my fears, and I promised myself that before returning the following year (because I knew I would return) I had to:

  1. move to Inwood in uptown Manhattan to facilitate my new writing life,
  2. quit the safety net of my fulltime job,
  3. start teaching writing to urban youth and emerging writers,
  4. dive into the literary and performance scene of NYC because this maddening energy belongs on stage.

I moved back to Inwood in December of that same year. Days later I started curating the La Loba Poetry Series at Lolita in LES. (By then I’d already started performing around the city.) And in May of 2010, I resigned from my full time editing job and threw myself heart first into my dream. Somewhere in the midst of that I finished my second novel (I’m currently completing the ninth and final draft) and co-wrote Do Something: A Handbook for Young Activists. I’ve become a teaching artist, facilitating writing and theater workshops at public schools around the city through such organizations as Sing for Hope, KIPP and the Association for Hispanic Arts. I even created my very own workshop, Writing Our Lives, where I teach emerging writers how to use their life experience as fodder to write fiction, autobiography and essays.

 

And, now, I am ready to stop running. I’m ready to take on this memoir, write it raw and real, tragic at moments but always magical. The story of this Brooklyn girl, the youngest of three, raised in a lesbian relationship during the 80s crack epidemic, granted a scholarship at 13 to attend an elite boarding program in upper class, white America, & was told, “Si te vas, te cuidas.” And, so I’ve been doing just that since. This girl whose journey to writing began in her junior year when she was given “How the Garcia Girls Lost their Accents,” and for the first time thought, “shit, maybe I can do this, too.” A girl who lost her father at eight, and has been haunted by his absence since. The tale of becoming a woman by myself, through trial and error, and all the dumb shit I’ve done along the way, including dating a drug dealer as an undergrad at Columbia University, but somehow still managing to complete my four years.

 

I am ready to go in on this memoir and the autobiographical one woman show, Millie’s girl, that I'm working on simultaneously. That’s why I’m heading to UC Berkeley to work with the magnificent Staceyann Chin, who I’ve been a fan of since I saw her perform live at the taping of an HBO Def Poetry episode way back in 98 or 99. The author of “The Other Side of Paradise”, Staceyann is one of the revolutionary writers whose bravery has given me permission to grab my ovaries and run into the page!

 

And so, all this is to say that I need help, your help. As a single parent, emerging writer and educator, I’m still not rolling in cake (though financial security is definitely a goal). That’s where you come in. I need help getting to VONA. I’m aiming to raise $1500 to cover travel and fees pertaining to the workshop including room and board.

 

What do you get in return? My eternal gratitude, the warmth that comes from helping out a go.get.it.dreamer, and, yes, a few pages of my memoir for your enjoyment (a story entitled Rainbow Bike Butch, and, yes, the story is as good as the title!).

 

How can you donate/help:

  • Paypal -- find me under vanessa_martir@yahoo.com
  • Send me a $ order or check (message me for my address)
  • And if you can’t help monetarily (hey, it’s a rough time for us all), send me some prayers, forward this to friends, and/or post this note on your page.

Thank you familia for all that you are!

 

Always,

V aka Loba!

 

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Normally La Loba Poetry is free, but tonight there’s a cover charge of $10 (that includes a raffle ticket) which will be used entirely for her trip.

And of course, there’s a fierce line-up of some pretty spectacular poets including: Angelique Imani Rodriguez, Brooklyn Poet Taina, Charlie Poemz, Charlie Vazquez, Jessica Fillion, Nancy Arroyo-Ruffin, Papo Swiggity, Tamara Saliva and more! I'll be sharing something very special. 

 We also have a few raffles going on including photographs taken by Sandra Guzman (2 Dream Artists) and Albert Areziaga (TainoImage). Awesome community activist and artist Ralphy Tatuxmen Perez (xmental university) has donated his services for the cause! If you win his $5/ticket raffle, he'll do a graffiti piece on any wall of your crib! (That's insane! I want it!) 

Please join us tonight if you can. I look forward to seeing familiar adored friends and new faces tonight coming together to support our path. If you cannot, please send a paypal donation of any amount. Remember, what we do for each other, we do for ourselves. 

 

xoxo 

 

~ Jani Rose

 


 

Thursday
Dec092010

La Loba's Birthday & PoetrySeries' 1 Year Anniversary 

Every once in a while we meet someone who changes our lives by just by being themselves.

Vanessa Martir, author, mother and passionate leader will celebrate her 35th birthday this Saturday night.  We've come to look forward to gathering at a cozy intimate venue, Lolita's, once a month for her raucous and moving La Loba poetry series. In that small room we've spit fire, laughed until we cried and cried until we laughed.

Please join us in celebrating her life and a wonderful series that we hope continues for a long time to come.

Click on the lovely Vanessa to RSVP on Facebook

  

Vanessa Martir: La Loba Within

By Bernice Sosa-Izquierdo, Pa'lante Latino

A bit ago, I had the pleasure of sitting down with the extremely talented freelance writer/editor, published author, performance poet, workshop facilitator, educator and mother, Vanessa Martir. The accomplished Latina is a natural beauty dressed in comfy clothes, no make-up, and a simple hair band proving to be as naturally beautiful on the inside, as she is out. La Loba, as we have come to know her, has always understood and embraced the existence and power of her inner light...

Read more of Sosa-Izqierdo's  fabulous interview & enjoy video of La Loba speaking from the heart

Friday
May212010

vip blessings ~ jani bomba rose & roberto plena ~ slideshow

 Thank you, Viv for this lovingly made composition of the Bomba y Plena journey. Your support gives us strength and adds to the positivty and creativity that inspires us.  It's only just begun. 

 See more of VIP Blessings:

Vivien Perez

www.myspace.com/vivienperezphotos
www.photobucket.com/VivienPerez
www.youtube.com/Vipblessings
Wednesday
Mar102010

Jani Rose by DoodleMonkey!

 

Monday
Feb012010

moth bitten apples and friends

i feel so small

in the hot lamp light of the scrutiny from those

who nestled their chests up against my back

to feed off of the warmth 

that they thought was my life

 

you dont know me

stranger who lied in the face of my certainty

who balked in the face of my bald open faced adoration

angered by the revelation, a lack of perfection i never claimed

disappointed by my humanity you discarded me 

while i forgave you for being real

but i looked inside...past the refuse into the core

and saw lovely, fragile, broken...

 

i feel so small 

after having given smiles sutured from the wooly sinews 

that held my miserable heart together 

rose up out of the mouths of the moths floating around in my belly

shaken with fear of not being good enough

for you

 

my arms, bags of blood, 

wrapped around you pumping i love yous

because i know they heal

and you really really need it

and genuine emotion poured into little plastic cups 

doled out dutifully to those who know that they don’t really 

give two fucks or shits

and i gave 3 or 4 

like vitamins for your sallow soul, 

for a little bit, for a little while, just a little hit

but they don’t matter now

swallowed and gone

flushed like yesterday's digested morsels

you'd rather be rid of me now that i no longer serve 

the purpose that i was intended to

 

bitter i can be biting into the apples handed to me

worm bitten moldy full of animosity

you ask me to share it with others

i am done - making excuses

trying to dig my way out from under the ugly truth

that 

 

you dont 

 

see me

 

didnt really

 

know me

 

no matter how much you think you understood

you saw only what your selfish mask allowed

as you walk through life with that filter cutting off the corners of your vision

please try to comprehend

 

remember...

i was genuine

 

and now that the love is gone and your

friendship is no more an than an illusion

sitting here remembering makes me feel so small