Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Appearance: "Science Fiction is For Everyone" Panel

I'll be on a panel to discuss science fiction and multiculturalism next week! Here are the details:

Science Fiction For Everyone: A Multicultural Discussion

Date: April 25, 2017
Time: 2.30pm
Venue: Tech 110, Los Angeles Harbor College
Moderator: Denise Dumars
Panelists:
Steven Barnes, SF writer, NAACP award-winner
Bryan Thao Worra, Laotian-American writer and president of Science Fiction Poetry Association
Gregg Castro, Salinan-Ohlone activist and SF consultant
Stephanie Brown, Mills MFA, Clarion 2010 grad

This event is hosted by the Cultural Equity Workshop of the LAHC! I'll have copies of The Sea Is Ours for sale, and should be able to spend some time signing. 

(I'll also be at the campus early-ish, since the kind hostess arranged a ride from Riverside for me. If anybody wants to say hi earlier, take me to a place with good eats, or a quiet place to work, that would be appreciated!)

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Poetry: "The Golden Babbler"

Listen! Listen! The shining golden sea
glitters in the far distance; follow the brook
down to where it meets the river rushing
to its ultimate destiny.
If you get lost, listen! listen! to its
gurgling, its warbling, like a thousand
yellow-feathered orioles,
leading you back to its journey.
Greet its rocks washed by its
watery sunshine, and
where it is shallow, watch
the pebbles pushed along,
liquid and solid rubbing
against each other to form
smooth gemstones that clink
downstream in a senseless choir.
Listen! Listen! The golden river runs!

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Poetry: Linguistic Bananas

One fine evening, I asked for poetry prompts, and a friend asked me to write a poem about bananas, the linguistic kind. I had to look it up. This was about three years ago, and it's still silly.

Fruit Flies Like A Banana, Part 1: 

“Mine,” snarked the snail.
“No, mine!” cried the slug.
“WE SHALL DESCEND AS A HOARD UPON THIS
AND CLAIM IT AS OUR ANCESTRAL BIRTHRIGHT,”
claimed the fruit flies.

Thus was there a bloody war over the forgotten banana
carelessly thrown under the bush.

Fruit Flies Like A Banana, Part 2:

Whenever they flapped their leaves,
they tried very hard to mimick the grace of the
yellow boomerang swirling in the air,
leaving a smoothie in its wake.

Ah, if only they could be content
with the reality of being far-flung
instead of trying to be what they were
not.

Fruit Flies Like A Banana, Part 3:

But I’m not sure
that this is a good idea;
banana trees may only produce a single bunch
in their lifetimes,
but they also never stop growing and keep
popping up new trees anyway.

What I mean to say is,
I thought you wanted to get rid of the flies,
not clone them.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

ICFA!

I'll be at the International Conference of the Fantastic in the Arts again this year!

I'll be reading on the "Words & Worlds: Poetry I" panel, Thursday, March 23, 10.30am - 12pm, Captiva B!

And then I'll be discussing "The Politics of the Human in N.K. Jemisin's Fiction" on Friday, March 23, 2.30pm - 4pm in the Dogwood! I'll be among really big scholars like John Rieder, who wrote Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction (a key text in helping me shape my dissertation), as well as beloved colleagues like fellow UC Riverside grad Taylor Evans!

Outside of panels you'll likely find me grading in the Marriott lobby, or hunting Pokemon around the lake. I'm very excited to be seeing friends like Kathryn Allan (disability scholar), Emily Jiang (poet!), and K. Tempest Bradford, as well as seeing former Clarion instructors Andy Duncan (and probably also Ted Chiang). 

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Poetry: "Perhaps Not Happy New Year"

i. The Proper Adjective

perhaps not Happy New Year
try a Furious New Year on for size
try determined new year, try
incandescent glorious righteous, try
full of fight, try
striving for justice, try
screaming to the heavens new year

ii. On Chickens

Chickens are delicious.
Chickens are also delightful creatures.
Unfairly maligned as stupid,
chickens are darling sweethearts that will sit calm in your arms,
clucking soothingly.
Chickens let their chicks find refuge in tender, warm, feathery hugs.
Wouldn't you want that for your children, too?
Be a good chook mom to them
and other chicks, too.

iii. The Moon, The Moon

Lunar New Year springtime sprouts
blossoms burst green shoots yellow pollen
sun glares snow storms maybe gray skies
lunar cycles lunatic songs
counting days by crescents

bright moon dark moon flickering lamplights
2% chance of rapists in the dark
80% chance of hurt at home
100% chance of fuckery in the big house making laws
1000% fed up yesterday last year
1,000,000,000 full moons ago
if not more

if you are unsure, howl at the sky
and listen to the wind's answer

iv. Phoenix

I have a cousin who was born in the year of the Rooster. "Oh, so you're a chicken!" I teased her, because I was not yet enlightened on the chicken question at the time.

She turned to me slowly, her eyes big and serious and liquid dark, and said, very definitively:
"Phoenix."

I think of that moment often.

v. Fire Rooster

Perhaps that is what we need for this year: the Fire Rooster as
Furious Mother Phoenix Hen
re-blasting itself in its own nest in the company of
other Furious Mother Phoenix Hens who are keeping watch
because if we don't watch each other's backs then who will keep the poachers from trying to kill us when we are at our most vulnerable who will keep the rains off our delicate new feathers keeping us warm through the cold springtime night who will whisper us memories as we stumble on new talons and find our wings' ways and help us remember our own strength and our own songs

let springtime be loving and warm,
full of an incandescent compassion and determination to be kind.
If we can't have a happy new year,
let the fireworks speak for our souls.

it's not new year's without the smell of gunpowder.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

New review!

My first publication of 2017 is a review of Arrival, directed by Denis Villenevue, starring Amy Adams, Jeremy Renner, and Forest Whitaker! I had the opportunity to catch an early screening at UC San Diego, which also included a reception with the author of the original story that the screenplay is based on, Ted Chiang! 

I refrained from getting too personal in my review, but I watched it at a time when I was really depressed, about ready to quit my PhD, and just overwhelmed generally. It's uplifting not only for its optimistic ending when nations come together in a unified purpose, but also for its echoes from the novella, that there is a future to create, a chronology to act upon. It's cheering, even a little, to think that there is a future, and one doesn't know just yet what's at the end of it, what is the sum amount of happiness to be gained. And that even the upcoming unhappiness is maybe worth it.

I want my curiosity to find out how it all really shakes out to get the better of my depression.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Old Fiction: "The Changeling"

As I publish more, it's been fun to look back on my old fiction to see what I used to do that I don't anymore, what concerned me then and how that has changed. So I thought I'd post some old old and possibly terribly embarrassing fiction over time.

Today's story is "The Changeling," inspired by Asimovian robots and the question of humanity and sentience in artificial intelligence. Further ruminations on the story afterwards.