Sunday, November 11, 2018

#38 Backstory of the Poem "Women of the Fields" by Andrena Zawinski



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#38 Backstory of the Poem 
“Women of the Fields” by Andrena Zawinski

Can you go through the step-by-step process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first conceived in your brain until final form? Where were you when you started to actually write the poem? And please describe the place in great detail.  My spouse and I were driving down to Monterey after visiting her mother in the Central Valley of California. En route, we passed through Watsonville and Salinas, where, like in the San Joaquin, you can’t miss seeing workers in droves pick fruits and vegetables from fields skirting the highways. After stopping at a roadside stands for fresh berries, we made our way through Santa Cruz, a contrast as a college town scene with beaches.  
 (Below:  Women of in the fields of Watsonville.  Credit :  United States Department of Agriculture)











It was then a radio show came on promoting a documentary that addressed issues facing women who worked in the fields. This piqued my interest since I had already written and published poetry on field workers: “The Pickers” (published in The Progressive and elsewhere), “Intoxicating Morning” (published in Ale House Review), “On the Road Hijacked by Memory” (that most recently appeared in Aeolian Harp Series: anthology of poetry folios Vol. 3 from Glass Lyre Press). (Above Right:  famous migrant women photo attributed to Dorothea Lane.  Public Domain)
Around that time, I had been giving some thought to agricultural exemptions that allowed children to work the fields along with quite a bit of thought to horrific work conditions for men, but I hadn’t yet turned my attention to women being part of that labor force. In the car, I started jotting down notes of images I had seen, random thoughts that flooded my head, things to later look into, when the radio show turned to sexual assault as something women had to contend with almost routinely.  (Above Right: Woman migrant worker in Salinas, California. Public Domain) 
Later I was haunted by this, spent days reading about these women. Then the combination of that rather haphazard research meshed with characters who began to loom large in my imagination and spilled as a catalog onto the page; almost like real essences, as I fine tuned them, draft upon draft, they became very close to the heart for me. https://www.amazon.com/Frontline-Rape-Fields/dp/B00DCRE6GM/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1541823591&sr=8-2&keywords=%22Rape+In+the+Fields%22+documentary

The poem at first was no more than a hodgepodge of notes, often my own handwriting indecipherable in its rushes, yet finally the poem took shape into its form. After finishing the piece, I dedicated it to Dolores Huerta (http://doloreshuerta.org/dolores-huerta/), cofounder (with Cesar Chavez) of United Farmworkers (https://ufw.org/), who after receiving the Presidential Medal of Freedom at the Obama White House, said not enough was done in the Civil Rights Movement for women, declaring herself in her 80’s a born-again-feminist.


What month and year did you start writing this poem?  I started the poem sometime in the summer of 2014 and finished it a month or so later after many interruptions and drafts. An incessant revisionist, I never keep old drafts because they remind me of the mess writing can sometimes be in its false starts, throat clearing, its stumbling around before getting up on strong legs. (Right:  Andrena Zawinski in 2014.  Copyright permission grated by Andrena Zawinski for this CRC Blog Post Only) 

What do you want readers of this poem to take from this poem?  I hope readers will recognize women who are not part of the  Me Too movement, women who cannot risk raising their voices, women who all too often are taken for granted, the invisible women who do the work others will not. (Left:  Andrena Zawinski giving a poetry reading in January of 2018.  Copyright permission granted by Andrena Zawinski for this CRC Blog Post Only)
This is especially important to me as a granddaughter of immigrants who were relegated to the dirtiest work in steel mills and coal mines, as a woman whose own father in an inheritance of those dirty jobs (and more often laid off than not) got lost in pills and alcohol, as a woman whose own mother worked night shifts on assembly lines, cleaned houses, took care of other people’s children. These women of the fields voices are ones I wish to have heard just as I raise those from my own working poor roots. (Above Right:  California vineyard attributed to and copyright permission granted by Andrena Zawinski for this CRC Blog Post Only)

Has this poem been published before?  And if yes where?:
An earlier version of this poem appeared in Thomas Merton Center’s The New People: Pittsburgh’s Peace and Justice Newspaper (2014) and then in the San Francisco Revolutionary Poets Brigade anthology Overthrowing Capitalism: Beyond Endless War, Racist Police, and Sexist Elites (2015). It also appears in Borderlands and Crossroads:Writing the Motherland anthology (2016) and most recently in my book, LANDINGS from Kelsay Books (2017).



Women of the Fields

—for Dolores Huerta

The women of the fields clip red bunches of grapes
in patches off neatly tilled farmland in the San Joaquin,
clip sweet globes they an no longer stand to taste.
Just twenty miles shy of Santa Cruz beach babies in thongs,
Pleasure Beach surfers on longboards, all the cool convertibles
speeding Cabrillo Highway, women line as pickers—
back bent over another summer’s harvest.

The campesinas labor without shade tents or water buffalos,
shrouded in oversized shirts and baggie work pants, disguised
as what they are not, faces masked in bandanas under cowboy hats
in fils de calzón:

         The young one named Ester taken in the onion patch
         with the field boss’ gardening shears at her throat.
         The older one called Felicia isolated in the almond orchard
         and pushed down into a doghouse. The pretty one, Linda,
         without work papers, asked to bear a son in trade
         for a room and job in the pumpkin patch, Isabel, ravaged
         napping under a tree at the end of a dream after a long
         day picking pomegranates, violación de un sueño
         Salomé on the apple ranch forced up against the fence
         as the boss bellowed ¡Dios mío! to her every no, no, no.

The promotoras flex muscle in words, steal off into night
face-to-face to talk health care, pesticides, heatstroke, rape,
meet tally accounts—forced to exchange panties for paychecks
in orchards, on ranches, in fields, in truck beds—to speak out
to risk joblessness or deportation to an old country, a foreign soil.

Women of the fields, like those before them, like those
who will trail after—las Chinas, Japonesas, Filipinas—
to slave for frozen food empires in pesticide drift,
residue crawling along skin, creeping into nostrils
and pregnancies it ends as they hide from La Migra
in vines soaked in toxins or crawl through sewer tunnels,
across railroad tracks, through fences to pick our sweet berries,
for this, this: la fruta del diablo.

Andrena Zawinski, born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA, is a veteran teacher of writing from early childhood through college. She is an activist poet and mainstay in the San Francisco Bay Area Poetry community. (Right Andrena Zawinski at the San Francisco port in January of 2017.  Copyright permission granted by Andrena Zawinski for this CRC Blog Post Only) 

Her most recent poetry collection is Landings from Kelsay Books, and she has two previous books: Something About from Blue Light Press, a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award recipient and Traveling in Reflected Light from Pig Iron Press, a Kenneth Patchen Prize in Poetry. She also compiled and edited Turning a Train of Thought Upside Down: An Anthology of Women’s Poetry from Scarlet Tanager Books. Her poems have received accolades for free verse, form, lyricism, spirituality, and social concern. She is Features Editor at http://PoetryMagazine.com and founded and runs the San Francisco Bay Area Women’s Poetry Salon.





BACKSTORY OF THE POEM LINKS

001  December 29, 2017
Margo Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”

002  January 08, 2018
Alexis Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake Café”

003 January 12, 2018
Barbara Crooker’s “Orange”

004 January 22, 2018
Sonia Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima”

005 January 29, 2018
Ellen Foos’s “Side Yard”

006 February 03, 2018
Susan Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”

007 February 09, 2018
Leslea Newman’s “That Night”

008 February 17, 2018
Alexis Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”

009 February 24, 2018
Charles Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”

010 March 03, 2018
Scott Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”

011 March 10, 2018
Anya Francesca Jenkins’s “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph “History Abandoned”

012  March 17, 2018
Angela Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”

013 March 24, 2018
Jan Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”

014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim Honjo’s “Colors”

015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”

016  April 27, 2018
Beth Copeland’s “Reliquary”

017  May 12, 2018
Marlon L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”

018  May 25, 2018
Juliet Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”

019  June 09, 2018
Alexis Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”

020 June 16, 2018
Charles Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”

021  July 05, 2018
Marla Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”

022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s “Studying Ariel”

023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus Zombie”

024  July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag 2016”

025  August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s “It is only Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”

026  August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In the Details”

027  August 13, 2018
Gloria Mindock’s “Carmen Polo, Lady Necklaces, 2017”

028  August 21, 2018
Connie Post’s “Two Deaths”

029  August 30, 2018
Mary Harwell Sayler’s “Faces in a Crowd”

030 September 16, 2018
Larry Jaffe’s “The Risking Point”

031  September 24, 2018
Mark Lee Webb’s “After We Drove”

032  October 04, 2018
Melissa Studdard’s “Astral”

033 October 13, 2018
Robert Craven’s “I Have A Bass Guitar Called Vanessa”

034  October 17, 2018
David Sullivan’s “Paper Mache Peaches of Heaven”

035 October 23, 2018
Timothy Gager’s “Sobriety”

036  October 30, 2018
Gary Glauber’s “The Second Breakfast”

037  November 04, 2018
Heather Forbes-McKeon’s “Melania’s Deaf Tone Jacket”

038 November 11, 2018
Andrena Zawinski’s “Women of the Fields”


Monday, November 5, 2018

#37 Backstory of the Poem "Melania's Tone Deaf Jacket" by Heather Forbes-McKeon



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#37 Backstory of the Poem 
“Melania’s Tone Deaf Jacket”
by Heather Forbes-McKeon (Left: Heather in July of 2018.  Copyright permission granted by Heather Forbes-McKeon for this CRC Blog Post Only)

Can you go through the step-by-step process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first conceived in your brain until final form?  I conceived the poem ‘Melania’s Tone Deaf Jacket’ whilst out on a walk, the day before the monthly poetry event I convene was on.  I was incensed about Melania Trump wearing her jacket displaying the words, ‘I don’t really care do you?’ (Right) whilst she was boarding a plane on her way to visit the children who were detained in a facility in Texas, after having been separated from their parents at the Mexican border of the United States of America.

 I started chanting the chorus to the rap and coming up with various verses that address the theme of apathy, which I felt, she was displaying by wearing that insensitive jacket.  I went home and immediately started to write the rap. I also found a backing track to sing it to on Spotify. ‘Always and Forever’ (sad Piano Rap Mix) from Rap Beats Vol.1. (Left)

Where were you when you started to actually write the poem?  And please describe the place in great detail.  I conceived the poem ‘Melania’s Tone Deaf Jacket’ whilst out on a walk, along the beach foreshore of McCrae, (Right) located on the beautiful Mornington Peninsula, Victoria, the day before the monthly poetry event I convene was on. 

What month and year did you start writing this poem?  It was June 23rd, 2018

How many drafts of this poem did you write before going to the final?  I was engrossed in the rap I was writing and kept returning to it. It consumed my waking hours for the next 24 hours or so, and I continued to review and re-draft it many times. When I felt it was the right length and said what I felt it needed to say, I started to rehearse it as a physical performance for the Sunday night monthly poetry gathering, Poets Corner.  (Left:  Beatnik poets in the 1960s.  This is the Facebook web logo photo for Poets Corner)  (https://www.facebook.com/groups/1528686867149765/

I found a jacket, which I felt, would work as a costume and made a stick on display for the words, ‘I don’t really care do you?’ I started the song with my back to the audience and acted coy (as she does) as if I didn’t know the full extent of my actions and giggled and flirted as I sang the chorus each time with my back to the audience.  During the chorus, I was Melania. During the more intense and serious phrases, I was serious and more of a narrator or commentator. It was received, to my utmost pleasure and surprise, really well.  I found writing this rap/poem just so easy. It seemed to just write itself in many respects. I barely struggled with finding the words to fit the rhythm. I spent the last few hours choreographing the dance moves and hand actions I wanted to use to help emphasize the meaning behind the words and rap. (Above Right:  Heather performing "Melania's Tone Deaf Jacket" on June 28,  2018.  Copyright permission granted by Heather Forbes-McKeon for this CRC Blog Post Only)

What do you want readers of this poem to take from this poem?  My intention was to make it clear that we who live in a democracy should care about the world’s problems and the suffering of others and that it is deplorable that one of the world’s most powerful and influential women would display such apathy and appear vein and self-consumed.

I have travelled quite a lot around the world and seen extreme poverty and seen how charity can really make a difference to poor cultures. Last year I went to Myanmar with my husband on a World Vision (RIght) (https://www.worldvision.org/) related tour of the slums to see how micro-credit can enable these people to live better quality lives, afford education for their children and be self-sufficient. I hope that with more awareness and less self-centeredness people, particularly who are able to, will want to make a difference to those who suffer.

Which part of the poem was the most emotional of you to write and why?  In order to make the point about apathy in the rap, I needed to include some dramatic and shocking real life events which are concerning so I started researching. These events; about the Saudi women only just being permitted to drive, the election in Turkey still resulting in the electing of a dictator, the U.S.A no longer being willing to be the world’s superpower, and to become more focused on its own country therefore handing that power over to China, Ethiopia and Zimbabwe’s election violence, the mass exodus of people around Europe as a result from the swing to the Right in politics and knowing that many Australian’s wouldn’t know that our indigenous people’s life expectancy is 45 years of age, and of course the fact that people are jailed or killed for speaking out using poetry or writing ,were the most emotional aspects of the rap to write and to perform. (Left:  Heather performing "Melania's Tone Deaf Jacket" on June 28, 2018.  Copyright permission granted by Heather Forbes-McKeon for this CRC Blog Post Only) 

Has this poem been published before No ‘Melania’s Tone Deaf Jacket’ hasn’t been published before.



Melania’s Tone Deaf Jacket

Thank you for being here with us tonight
On the day Saudi Women can finally drive

Today Turkey went to the election poll
Dictator President Erdogan did not fall.

The world’s super power is handing it over to China
While they separate parents from children at the US border.

I don’t really care do you? I don’t really care do you?
I don’t really care do you? I don’t really care do you?

American’s are insular not unlike our own Mornington peninsula
Mono-cultural, apathetic - taking our compassion to the
cinema.

Thank you for being here today to share the power of words
On this day when in some countries people’s words become swords.

At a rally for Ethopia’s Prime Minister today many were
killed
The Zimbabwe president dodged an attempt on his life and blood was spilled.

I don’t really care do you? I don’t really care do you?
I don’t really care do you? I don’t really care do you?

What are the forces of political oppression causing the
world’s mass exodus?
And what is Australia doing to help the children of asylum seekers?

How much do you value a democracy, one of the few that is
still so true
In a country so new? Allowing each person to share their
point of view?

In some countries you would be jailed or killed for
expressing in poetry and spoken word
The lines between truth, human rights, greed and power –
have become, become blurred. 

Here we have the freedom and power to inspire and speak
out and change a life.
By the way did you know that our indigenous’ life
expectancy is on average 45?

In a world that is so selfish – what’s the future of
compassion?
When the FLOTUS sets the bar so low in her choice of
fashion?

I don’t really care do you? I don’t really care do you?
I don’t really care do you? I don’t really care do you?

Heather Forbes-McKeon is a playwright, screenwriter, poet, diarist and short film and radio producer. Heather completed her Masters in Writing and Literature in 2014. She has established and convenes a monthly performance poetry group. Heather recently produced and wrote ‘ The Shell’ a short film. This year, Heather also produced a series of radio plays for RPP FM based on historical events from the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria, Australia. Heather was a high school Drama teacher for many years but has now stepped out into the real world and hasn’t looked back! Heather intends to return to her love of acting later in life when she can play the old woman gossip!