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Smoke

9/25/2018

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Please click to listen: Through the Smoke
​During a recent short-lived foray into shift work, I asked a co-worker how I was supposed to get in the half hour break I was entitled to, when there was really no time to take even a toilet break during the eight hour shift.  Her laconic reply: “Don’t you smoke?”  
Those three words taught me, as someone woefully unfamiliar with the toll of shift work on body and psyche, that the harried smokers outside of restaurants and bakeries aren’t as much addicts as they are escapees.  And I learned too, that as a non-smoker I had no good excuse for taking a break.  Sore feet are somehow harder to admit to than an addiction to cigarettes. 
I smoked for about a year, when I was a student, and I did so for the romance of it.  I was in love with my French boyfriend, with his dreams of flying and the blue smoke of his Gitanes.  I was in love with Latin American literature, and smoked sitting on the floor of our shared room, hammering out my Masters thesis on a typewriter. 
A few years ago I wrote a song I called “Through the smoke”, recorded it at Love Studios in Seattle, and then promptly forgot about it.  As I listen to it again now, I think I must then have felt that time slip away, a time when there was no such thing as too much wine, too much coffee or too many cigarettes.  When vice was romance and there were no consequences.  I’m profoundly grateful I got to live in that time. It doesn’t really seem that long ago. 
(Photo credit Hossam M. Omar)
 
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Hasankeyf

9/21/2018

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Many years ago, a friend of mine hosted a student from a country suffering from drought. When offered a glass of water, the young man held each sip in his mouth for a while, to treasure it before swallowing.  This long hot summer I saw bees die from heat and thirst, and birds lick at windows mistaking glass for water.  And yet there are those who use water as a weapon, and are shameless enough to claim global warming as an excuse. 
Hasankeyf, the 12,000 year-old city on the banks of the Tigris in Southeastern Turkey near the border with Iraq and Syria, is scheduled to be flooded later this year with the completion of the Ilisu dam.   One of the oldest continuously inhabited settlements on Earth, Hasankeyf was once an important trading post on the Silk Road.  Soon its last remaining, mostly Kurdish, inhabitants must leave this historical and architectural marvel with its narrow streets, ancient minarets, and thousands of man-made limestone caves.  Deaf to international, national and local protests, the Turkish government claims the reservoir will help Turkey, Iraq and Syria in times of water scarcity, when it will in fact reduce downriver water flow by an estimated 40%.  
When will we learn that tears won’t still our thirst?
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Graffiti Lesson

9/16/2018

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​I signed up for a three-day graffiti workshop, and knew after the first hour that what I was looking for was un-teachable.   Sure, I learnt that spraying is hard on your hand and forearm, that it’s difficult to forget about the uncomfortable mask pulling on your face, that fumes irritate your eyes.  My disappointment had less to do with the challenges of the technique—which, as in any art form, one needs to master—but with my realization that graffiti is, in essence, all about layering, about writing (or spraying) over a surface already shaped by others, about the aesthetic of chance. I recognized that most of my life I’ve been looking for the blank canvas, the blank page, the starting from scratch, when graffiti is, quite literally, about “scratching” into something already there.  About dialogue.  It’s about letting the earlier shine through, not painting it over.  
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Desert Heart

9/13/2018

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​When we feel we have no control over our fate, many of us turn to the animal world for solace, like the prisoner in the medieval Spanish ballad Romance del prisionero, who could tell day from night only thanks to the song of a little bird that came to sing to him every morning--until someone killed it with a crossbow, that is.  Or like the young Yemeni man imprisoned in Guantánamo, without trial, from age nineteen until age thirty-three, who befriended the iguanas that came to visit and was punished by the guards for feeding them.  I recently listened to an interview with him on a CBC radio podcast titled “To My Heart”, from the series “Love Me”.  Mansoor Adayfi was released to Serbia in 2016, without charge and without official apology. To him, languishing in a Belgrade apartment, culturally and socially isolated and under constant surveillance, felt like being in yet another prison.  Worse at times, he said, because he was friendless.  He’s been on my mind these days since his time in Serbia is up, and as a man with no community, his future looks grim. 


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Queen Amygdala

9/11/2018

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I recently came across an illustration I did for a story about a frightened little girl who seeks an audience with Queen Amygdala, the part of the limbic system in the brain that decodes emotions like anxiety and fear—neuroscientists call it the body’s alarm circuit.  It seems our collective amygdalas are working overtime these days, thanks to the garish rhetoric of the Trumps and the Seehofers and the Ortegas who embolden those who thrive on a generalized sense of perceived insecurity.  German has a good word for this rhetorical style: Rabulistik.  The “rabulist” uses self-serving, petty, often circular arguments to obfuscate the truth. This makes it hard work to engage them in constructive debate.  Rabulists come in every stripe.  Terms like “right” or “left” just play into their hands.  
In my story, the girl manages to conquer her fear by finding her way into the rational part of her brain.  Right now I'm not feeling too hopeful about our ability to do so.
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Fernweh

9/8/2018

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Regarding my previous blog entry, some of you have asked me if I placed those ballerina slippers under the tree.  I did not.  Turns out I’m quite German in my taste in shoes, since I have a predilection for width and comfort, for “Bequemlichkeit.” While I agree that, when it comes to German shoe design, “Bequemlichkeit” goes before elegance, I am beginning to think that this has as much to do with a sore heart as it does with sore feet.  In the United States day-to-day contact with people is mostly relaxed and friendly, a fact all the more puzzling considering the current hostile political climate. In Germany that easy-going friendliness is mostly a foreign concept.  It’s the small indignities that grind down one’s emotional core: a welcoming smile is frequently met with a cold stare, a minor grammatical error corrected in a sharp tone, the polite request to repeat a statement not understood too often answered with curt impatience.  
Small wonder many people here have "Fernweh", the untranslatable term to describe longing for someplace far away. Every single time I tell people I moved back to Germany from the US, I get asked why, why would I do something like that? It seems many Germans don’t want to live in their own country.  One needs comfortable shoes here both to walk through an uncomfortable life, and also to run away from it.  German for "to run away": “Das Weite suchen.”  To seek a distant place.   
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What I saw...

9/3/2018

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What I saw.
Lo que vi.
Was ich sah.
​Ce que j'ai vu.

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    A little about myself:

    Hello there and thank you for visiting my website! I have lived in Spain, Mexico, France and the United States, but now make my home in Germany. I have a Ph.D. in Literary Studies and a Master's in TESOL, and have published several books for children, among them El Loro Tico Tango and  El Fandango de Lola, a 2012 Ezra Jack Keats Honor Book.  As a writer and an artist I'm in constant conversation with my own anxious mind even as I celebrate the joyful possibilities of our crazy, incomprehensible world.

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