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If there is any justice in the universe, “District 9” will gross double the box office bank of “Transformers 2.” This is one of the best movies of this summer, it’s also rich enough in backstory and sequel possibilities to insure a continued fan mythos.

As is my way, I avoided spoilers like the plague coming into this movie and it paid off as writer/director Neill Blomkamp brings the viewer right into his own alternate reality where an alien mothership lands over Johannesburg, South Africa in 1989 creating worldwide interest and, apparently, allowing Apartheid to continue unchecked. Thus establishing that humans in this reimagined history will be indifferent to a singular injustice if the welfare of the planet is at stake. So with the threat of an alien invasion at the world’s doorstep, you can just imagine how the leaders of the world gathered and decided that it would be best to let the ruling political party of South Africa deal with the aliens in any way they saw fit. You can also imagine the the Apartheid regime skyrocketing the rents for J’burg office space to all the mutlinationals wanting to get close to the aliens and Sun City enjoying record tourism. Yeah, in “District 9” timeline, the idea of strict borders, undocumented immigration and homeland security is at the highest levels of xenophobic paranoia.

Which, like most great sci-fi morality fables, is not very different from our actual reality.

Back to “District 9” the movie: Blomkamp does a remix of “The Blair Witch Project,” “Alien Nation,” and the classic “The Fly” with some elements of “Battlestar Galactica” to produce a docu-fiction telling us everything we need to know about the aliens (who are not even officially named but nicknamed as “the prawns”) and our history with them. Like a good documentary, it tries to show all the sides of the argument it wants to win. The aliens came but without the heraldry of new technology, world peace or even a good flying car. Worse, they’re ugly. No sexy tights suits, no androgynous sex appeal and no desire to share their deep philosophy. No, they look like big insects who communicate in clicks and gurgles and the first human impulse is to spray em with the biggest can of Raid we can find.

Worse, the alien mothership is parked in earth’s precious sky which (in gov’t mentality) means we have to go, assess their needs and drop em in a ghetto. Multi-National United (MNU) has been put in charge of the aliens relocation needs which amounts to little more than putting the aliens in the most of the way location they can. Blomkamp liberally overlaps South African history here for incredible effect.

All is going well in MNU’s world until Wikus van der Merwe, a mid-level cog in the corporate machine, gets too close to the aliens and inadvertently discovers the next step in both the aliens’ and MNU’s plans. I’ll stop here with the storyline because I hate giving away the film and the strength in Blomkamp’s film isn’t the plot but how he manages to twist our percpetions on what’s right and wrong about survivalism.

The action scenes are amazing with an incredible body count and more gore than you can imagine but without the overwrought soundscape of “Terminator Salvation” and minimal sci-fi exposition. Blomkamp doesn’t inundate us with useless techno-babble or meandering speeches, we know the aliens are here, we know they don’t look like us, and we hate them for it. Period. Now how can we explore that and find out what is really human about us and what, if anything, is really alien about a species that just wants to live their lives.

“District 9” is packed with all the requisite sci-fi shoot-em-up tropes (the Gundam armor is a joy to behold), the alien-human communication foibles (the interactions between Wikus and the aliens effortlessly transforms from overlord to necessary allies to comradery to friendship), and the look at human behavior from the outside in but does so with compassionate acting performance, amazing CGI and a strong storyline that is destined to be our next great myth.

More “District 9”
• Barb’s write-up
• Roger Ebert’s review
• IO9’s thoughts

What a crazy last few weeks I’ve had. The way things are going right now, I’ve got half-a-mind to head over to the Oaks Card Club with nothing more than six bits in my pocket and see if I can walk out with a new Prius.

A’ight. Maybe not so much.

Still, there is much to be grateful for in my poetry life lately. Great wife, good friends, contact with mentors, growing community and new writing (poems, short stories, plays). Barb will soon be blogging for the Poetry Foundation. And now add to this bounty the invitation to speak on a panel at AWP. Oh yeah, I’m feeling good and lucky.

This after telling Barb how much I’ve been dying to check out AWP. Not for the nonsense, gossip and geekiness (Oh no, that I’ll save for when I hit Comic Con. Yoo hoo!) but to just be a poet who loves print culture and see what goes down behind the scenes. Of course, this does remind me of that episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where the Scoobie are acting all dumb and Spike is equal parts horrified and ashamed at the realization of how wack-jobbed the crew that constantly kicks his ass really is. (Oh yes, Comic Con, you are next on my wish list.)

Anyways, I’m still psyched to be at AWP as a panelist participant but also hope to cause a little bit of slam/performance/street/Nuyo/Acentos/spoken word/Latino/Bronx/Oakland poet raucous in the house. If you are also going to AWP and want to say ‘What up!’ I’ll be easy to find, look for the dude with the I ♥ Haters shirt.

My second writing class out here in the Bay Area was Kearny Street Workshop’s Putting the There in There: Writing about Place with Thy Tran. Thy pushed the writing group to locate our writing in a specific place and to map it out, not only in our verse but to lay out the terrain we were exploring in drawings like a real cartographer would. For me, this resulted in a basic stick figure map of my home in West Oakland. For my writing, I was able to conjure an “atlas of nationalism” (my flarf poem on cartography and how it reduces the immigration experience to a simple line) and “A Personal History and Reflection on Sixty Years in the City from the Reverend JT” (a transcription poem representing choices a father has to make raising his son in an urban environment). For the writing group, the result was a great anthology, Points Not Found: Writings on the Meaning of Place.

Since then, cartography remains a voice in the back of my head as I map out the various spaces in and around Anywhere Avenue. My last poem depicts the playground in every ‘hood. I just submitted a three page short story about a father/son working out how they’re going to escape the Bronx while overlooking an excavated street from the vantage point of the apartment fire escape. I’m also composing a three-minute play that goes down at the corner social club, another fixture in my memories of the 70s South Bronx. All this to bring Anywhere Avenue out of my imagination and into print.

A fine example of conflating the imaginary map with physical reality is over at SF Gate as highlights Ian Huebert’s mashup of literary quotes and the geography of San Francisco, an excerpt of Heubert’s map is above but click here to enjoy it in its full glory. (Props to AuthorScoop.com for pointing out this article.)

Literary map of San Francisco
John McMurtrie

A nub of 47 square miles, much of it punctuated by vertigo-inducing hills, most of it surrounded by ocean water – half of it the open, not-so-tranquil Pacific, the other half the calm, protected currents of a gray-blue bay.

Just as San Francisco has been shaped by its dramatic earthquake-scarred, coastal setting, the city, despite its relative youth, has also been defined by legions of writers whose words have brought it to life. Jack London, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Alice Adams, Amy Tan, Michelle Tea – they have all etched the landscape for us.

Rest of the article is at SFGate.com.

Rich Villar goes buckwild on his blog with his manifesto A Defining Line: Plato, Performance, Poems, and Points (Ten of ’em).

I dig it. Every artist should examine, plot out and articulate their personal relationship to their art at various points in their progression and extra props if you put it out in print.

Back to Rich’s ten defining points; some I agree with and some I don’t jive with. Because I know Mr Villar loves a good debate, I’m about to expand and challenge a couple of his points.

4) Academia, for our purposes here, is the system of professors, professionals, and institutions that gives (some) poets a voice at the university level.
This category should also include any poems taught at any part of the education spectrum–grade school, after-school programs, high school, community workshops, et al. I bring this up because I keep hearing a lot of poets who consider themselves “spoken word” or “grassroots” complain about “academic poetry” but have no problems teaching canonical text in their own workshops and have even less beef when their own poems are taught. They also seem to have no problem with university academic culture when they get offered money to recite poetry for such institutions. I’m also wary of limiting the definition of “academia” to just the university level because it just adds more height to the Ivory Tower.

5) The “Poetry Business,” or “Po-Biz” for short, is a somewhat oxymoronic term for the system of publishing houses, journals, editors, industry professionals, endowed institutions, etc. that by and large determine which poems get published in the United States.
This should also includes the college performance circuits, Def Poetry and the National Poetry Slam. If there is no such thing as “spoken word” poetry (which I agree with to a certain extent) then why limit the power brokers to only published works. If we want to dismantle the Po-Biz, the best way to do it is to parse out the ability to determine what gets published into as many hands who are willing to do it. Of course, this will lead to a lot more poetry being published which means some will be bad, some will be good and some will be genius. I’ll play the role of optimist and look forward to reading the genius work.

And let’s not forget about internet and print-on-demand publishing when talking about “Po-Biz.” Today’s self-published art is tomorrow’s classic text.

6) The manner in which Academia and the Po-Biz conspire with each other, consciously or unconsciously, determines what kind of poetry is remembered and written about. This system has existed for quite a while, but like any monolith, it also inspires movements against it.
Slam started this way, but it has gradually been pacified through scholarly study.
To blend my previous points together, let us include how institutions like Youth Speaks get together with HBO to produce a canon of what youth poetry is supposed to be. Let’s also state that entropy is the natural state of things and thus most of the public will get their poetry from the most attractive and easily accessible package available. Note: Def Poetry Jam, Norton Anthologies, the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, Best American Poetry, the National Poetry Slam.

9) No poetry is an offshoot of hip-hop, no matter what Def Jam tells you. Please refer to number 1: there is no such thing as spoken word poetry. Hip-hop influences poems, profoundly so, but it does not birth them.
Oh yes, there is hip-hop poetry. Please refer to Langston Hughes, Cab Calloway, Amiri Baraka, the Last Poets and Mikey Piñero for pre-Def Jam examples.

Now do I consider every poem completely populated by rhyming couplets with the introduction/metaphor/non-sequitur/hook formula a hip-hop poem? No.
Do I consider every poem, regardless of form, seeking to define the poet’s personal definition of hip-hop poem? Yes.

The fact that hip-hop is not a strict definition or an easily located place on a map makes the work of creating a hip-hop poem an incredibly challenging prospect full of failures and occasional triumphs. Will I disavow hip-hop poetry because of a few bad poems? No way, it would would be along the same lines of dismissing Nuyorican Poetry because of some poor practitioners.

I combine hip-hop and Nuyorican poetry because I consider the two born out of the same undefinable atlas that befuddles proponents of a “pure mainstream poetic.” (Q: How can there be poems about a place that’s not found on a map? A: Easy, we change the map!)

Hip-hop influences, births, nurtures and (hopefully) chastises mainstream poetry in the same way other cultural movement such as jazz, Feminism and Ethnic Studies to name but a few origin/destination points of poetry.

10) Performance poetry does not exist either…but if it did, I’d be willing to bet that Sekou Sundiata is its daddy.
Performance poetry does exist but I like to call it orality. In my personal history, my father is its inventor but for the purposes of this discussion it can start with Homer, if ya like. Or García Lorca, or Pedro Pietri, or Anne Waldman, or Al Robles, or Jorge Brandon, or Joy Harjo. Take your pick.

And, in the personal two cents department, I’ll include my own 11th Commandment.

11) Poetry’s roots are in storytelling and audience. Any medium or institution that tries to create a gulf between poet and audience is unnatural. Any medium or institution that strives to unite poet and audience is adaptive. Darwin’s law takes over after that.

Write Action and Creativity: A Daylong Writing and Meditation Retreat for People of Color
Sun, Aug 16, 9:30 am – 5:00 pm
Spirit Rock Meditation Center
Fairfax, CA

With Mushim (Patricia) Ikeda-Nash and Kenji Liu

Cost $25 – $55, sliding scale, plus a donation to the teacher(s). Bring lunch to share.

This daylong retreat is for any Person of Color who desires to write — whether you are an experienced writer or a novice attempting to put together your first poem or story. The day will include basic meditation instruction and writing periods with suggested exercises and time for free-writing, and will include an open-mic sign-up for those who wish to share brief samples of their work.

Please bring a lunch for yourself or a dish to share on the potluck table. And feel free to bring any unfinished projects (short excerpts of poetry, memoirs, fiction or whatever you may be working on) for small group input during the lunch period.

This event is for self-identified People of Color. While nearly all Spirit Rock events are open to all people, we occasionally hold daylongs and residential retreats specifically for People of Color, women, LGBTQ folks, and other communities that have historically been targets of social oppression. These separate spaces, based on shared experience of identity, are reported to be very beneficial to many participants, and our commitment to continue to hold these events is part of our ongoing efforts to make Spirit Rock and the Dharma accessible to all people.

Register online:
www.spiritrock.org/calendar/display.asp?id=PC3D09&type=daylongs%20and%20classes

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