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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

"You Bring Out the Abalone In Me" Broadside Fundraiser for Turtle Girl

$10 (plus $3 shipping) 

What is this?! "You Bring Out the Abalone in Me" is my California Indian take on an gloriously incendiary poem by Latinx poet Sandra Cisneros, "You Bring Out the Mexican in Me."  It's presented on a glossy 11 x 17 broadside, signed by the poet, and suitable for framing and gift-giving!

A little history:  When I teach beginning poetry workshops, I often assign an "imitation" poem as our first piece; learning a good poem from the inside out is both a close-reading exercise, and a celebration of the original poem.  I've gotten some amazing student responses: "You Bring Out the Norwegian in Me" (complete with lefse), "You Bring Out the Thelma and Louise in Me," "You Bring Out the Rock-Climber in Me" and of course, "You Bring Out the Feminist in Me."  Sandra's poem lends itself to the kind of imitation that pushes young poets to claim their own identities in specific and unique ways.

I often do in-class freewrites with my students, but for this particular assignment I had never struck that vein of inspiration that led to my own "You Bring Out the..." poem - until one year all the images of being California Indian came together and demanded to be heard!

This is the second version of this broadside poem; I've made a few little revisions to the way the poem sits on the page, and polished it a bit in place.  Most noticably, I've changed the abalone background from pure abalone colors to a pre-contact (possibly Miwok) necklace on display at the Oakland Museum in California.  This allows the poem more space to breathe, and at the same time, brings the Ancestors even more fully into the image.

I brought this broadside with me on my October mini-tour of California, and it was embraced by many.  Some folks asked if I could make this available online; with a little coaxing, I've made it happen!

Props:  It's one thing to have students play around with Sandra Cisneros' poem in a classroom, but a whole 'nother thing to make a broadside based on that poem, and sell it.  I've checked with Sandra, and she gave her blessing for all proceeds from the broadside to go towards helping my granddaughter, Georgia "Turtle Girl," receive the care she needs for a rare genetic disorder called Adenylosuccinate lyase deficiency (ADSL).  

Details:  The poem is printed on 11 x 17 cardstock with a shiny finish.  I'll mail them out in cardboard tube mailers, first class.  

How to order:  PayPal.  Send $13.00 (10 for the broadside, 3 for shipping) to me by clicking this link - this is the easiest way for me to handle payments. If you'd like to order more than one broadside, simply multiply 10 x quantity desired.  For example, two broadsides would be $20, plus $3 for shipping. The shipping amount is the same for up to five broadsides. Please include your shipping address for me in the comment section!

As we head into winter, Turtle Girl's family is facing a housing crisis.  Your purchase of this broadside will help her mom and dad make sure that the whole family, including new baby Jhonathan, will be safe and warm.


MANY THANKS!





Text of the poem:  


You bring out the abalone in me. The slick, slippery flesh in me. The hard-silk iridescent shell. The bitter tannin. The acorn meat on a wide flat stone, the pounding that goes on for days. For you, I would give up my white flour, white sugar, lactose-laden milk addiction. Eat your gourmet locavore meals, decolonize my diet. uh-huh. Uh-huh. For you.

You bring out the frenzied tail-whipping salmon in me. The sweet mother-of-pearl in me. The Monterey estuary thick with silver backs. The thrashing homeward past grizzlies gorging with scaly grins. The strategic wildfire in me. The trigger of seeds snapping open. The green flash of life in ashes. The Big Sur tempest in me. The rogue wave surge, swallow-tourists-sweep-them-halfway-to-Hawaii-in-seconds in me. The dolphin in me. The legend of rainbow bridge, sinewy people of the sea in me. The San Francisco quake n’ bake in me. The fear of drought in me. Yes, you do. You do.

You bring out the Bear Dance in me. The Deer Dance of desire in me. The Swordfish Dance stab in me. The dove gray cocoon rattles in me. The elderberry clappersticks in me. The all night all day all night again Solstice song in me. The Spanish soldado de cuera cruelty in me. The priest’s cross decorated with feathers and shells in me. Deer one. Mi tulecita, I am the hunter you will lie down for, obsidian knife kisses along your jugular. Your heart belongs to me; no amar dios, no neofita, no kidnapped conversion.

I want to bathe in your blood and be cleansed. I want to strip you naked as only pagans can be. I want to caste out your demons in the thick black air of the sweat lodge. You bring out the abalone in me, tanoch, and you like it.

You bring out the martyrdom of priests in me. The burning-arrows-in-the-Mission-thatched-roofs in me. The Tears of the Sun Rebellion in me. The Toypurina guerilla woman leader in me. The 1802 measles epidemic in me. The God’s Will fever of smallpox in me. The bad aguaguardiente home brew in me. The San Andreas rattlesnake of jealousy. The intergenerational postcolonial stress syndrome, late-night craving for wine in me.

Ay.

I am savage. I am Coyote’s heathen twin. I am the flooder of continents. The hard white marble mountain top of creation. The single footprint of the only survivor. You bring out the pre-contact Eden in me. The love medicine basket weaving in me. The U.S. government lie and ‘49er lust in me. The Eighteen Unratified Treaties in me.
                                                                                                              
Green turtle. Quicksilver. Black sand. Gold. Mugwort. Cedar. White sage. Angelica root. All you ancestors, saved and unsaved, Momoy, Eagle, I see you. kaiusen cha’a me. sinne me xawan. sinne me. kaiusen inlam. ka muisin. ka mec mui’sin exe. Love the way an abalone woman loves. Iridescent, salty, untamed.  Let me uncivilize you.                 





Deborah A. Miranda

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