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Well Fans, Friends, and Family, it finally happened! I took the sage advice from Joseph Sale, writer and editor extraordinaire, and I decided to start my Patreon page. The page is aimed at supplementing the small charity press I started almost two years ago, Barrio Blues Press. Thus far, I have one Patreon!
I have some great gifts for Patreons, ranging from poetry memes if you give $1 to writing workshops if you give $100 a month. Check my page out and consider donating to this worthy cause! Terrified as I was of this mile-stone birthday, the earth didn't crack. #milestonebirthday #birthday #happybirthday Jesú's Shameless Monday Self-Promotion! Zoom Poetry Reading, Today, March 21, 7:00 p.m. to 8:30 p.m.21/3/2022 I am reading some new and classic work at this amazing reading! ========== Come listen to these RAD poets, today, March 21, 7:00 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. Via Zoom. I will be performing a couple of my favorite pieces. Bring your poet-loving friends and family. Zoom: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/5339162677   Photo by Ylanite Koppens from Pexels Lately, I’ve been thinking about this profound idea by Tongo Eisen-Martin. He came to speak to my students last Monday, and as usual, he performed beautifully. The political discussion was also lit. You can watch the full performance on my YouTube show "Radical Books and Activists."
However, he said that conditions were accelerating so fast that if we didn’t see ourselves as historical protagonists, or people who need to make change, we may be the last ones to the party. I’ve been thinking about that a lot. What if the future is up to us because there isn’t much of a future, or there won’t be? How would that impel us to be better people and try to make a difference in the world? For me, it has been trying to be gentler when I speak to my family because I can be intense. I don’t mean being mean or harsh; I’m just intense with shit to do. But, I have learned to slow down and be more loving, especially when my daughter interrupts me to play a game of “Gorilla Chase.” That’s where I act like a gorilla and chase her around the house until I need to pass out from exhaustion. I’m actually writing a story with that title, "The Last Ones to the Party." Anyway, these are my deep thoughts. If we are the last ones to the party, what will we do differently? What will you do differently?  Photo by Nicole Michalou from Pexels Many of you know I suffer from depression. I think a lot of writers suffer from some mental malaise, though you don't have to be suffering to be a great writer. You don't have to be an overindulgent bar fly. These are just romantic tropes you see in movies. Overly romanticized at that.
Well, I have resolved not to stuff my feelings down with food. It gets me nowhere, and the food coma afterward is not conducive to writing. I mean the depression is bad enough without getting indigestion. Or reading for that matter. Get the belly full enough, and the only thing I'll be reading is the corner of my pillowcase. What does all of this have to do with early resolutions? Well, I'm trying hard to beat this depression beyond medication and counseling. So, I've decided to start some actual life changes. Real ones that stick. Number 1, No Overeating. Easy. Yeah, not really. I'll let you know how that goes. Here's my favorite: Number 2, Be the Fun Parent! When I am feeling well and have energy to play, I am the fun parent. But, the negative downers get the best of me. Or can get the best of me, so starting today, I am going to be the fun parent. I sort of started yesterday and went to the pool around 8:00 p.m. Granted, I just sat in the jacuzzi, but my kids loved seeing me there. I also got to talk to my son Antonio and share life stories. This morning, I was supposed to go Black Friday shopping with the family. I would never do that, but my son really wanted to troll for video games and Funko Pops. Simona, my daughter, could not be roused. That's fine by me. Last time I went Black Friday shopping, I got shopper's remorse and returned EVERYTHING. Anyway, what does this have to do with writing? Well, everything. And nothing. Or a lot. Putting family first is one of the best pieces of advice I got from Stephen King. That leads to life experiences and more joy. Ergo greater writing energy and flow. I think anyway. And with that, I'm off to write the back description for Nightmare with a Twist! which has ironically been a nightmare to produce. Don't get me started, or I may just binge eat this knock-off bag of chocolates from Aldis.  Photo by Thirdman from Pexels “To Thine Own Self Be True.” Who hasn’t heard those words in a White-dominated Western culture? I heard these words, years later when I was getting my Masters in English and thinking about religious life. (Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.) I heard it from a candidate who was taking her vows, and she gave that as the best advice. You want to know what direction you want to take in life? To thine own self be true.
Obvs, myself wanted a husband and kids, or back then, a boyfriend I could bang 24/7. I was too horny and hormonal to be celibate, at the time. Now, I could probably swing it, but it's too late because I'm married. The point is that I needed to know who I was to make the correct choices in life. That is not so easily done. There is so much noise. Sad family noise from our past. Even sadder historical noise, tainted with colonization and violence. TV noise. Popular culture noise. The damned noise in our own heads that is a result of the other systematically-produced noise. It used to get so loud in my head, I would yell at myself to “SHUT UP.” Because I had to get shit done and move onto the next task. Never mind that I wasn't dealing with hurts or whatever I needed to deal with instead of working like an idiot! Now that I’m older, my head is quieter. Partly, it’s because I’m more secure within myself. And yes the anti-depressants help, though they are not magic pills. No pill is. I started with this quote because as writers, we change over time. As humans, we change over time. And if we are striving to be the best at our craft, shouldn’t we know who we are, especially in relation to others? You see, one of my life goals is to rehumanize others, especially my students because Capitalism dehumanizes us, makes us individual silos, and breaks connections with others. I know this. I live it. I fight it. The same goal of humanizing is true for my writing: to show what is human. But, I rarely meditate on who I am. I focus on the after-effects of overwork like migraines and depression and exhaustion. (Or the weepies, which, yes, I have this early morning and am wrestling or dancing with, not sure which because soft emotions are hard for me to process.) This whole notion of reflecting on how you are struck me as I was listening to Matt Sedillo talk about knowing what was excellent about “your” craft. It hit me again, as Tongo Eisen-Martin was talking about meditating—when not writing. I wondered what to mediate about when not writing, and whether I could actually meditate. Meditation is hard for me. Self-reflection is too because in the past it used to be a laundry list of all the fucked up things I had done in the past (none of which were major at all, just conflated in my head) and shit I didn’t do, so I kicked my internal ass all the way to the underworld. None of that was productive. None of it. Now, I am at a point where I have outgrown that shitty guilt that accomplishes nothing. All that negative chatter is useless. Forgiveness was crucial, and I apologized to everyone I had to. Guess what? They didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about, and here I was carrying all this guilt around for decades. I know I’m not alone in this unproductive habit of carrying trash in our heads and our hearts of stomping on our souls to a nothing pulp. Done nobody else needs to do it. We are champs at making ourselves a quivering mess. This path also meant that I forgive myself for not meeting up to my Masters of the Universe standards, I had fabricated in my head. That too was bullshit. I do believe that is a sin. These days, my head and my body actually feel lighter. My head isn’t a circus of noise. I can focus on my tasks. I can think the best of others. Still working on thinking the best of myself, but some habits are hard to break and take time. What does all of this have to do with writing? I think that once you truly get to know yourself, you can dig into what makes your craft YOU. For me, I think part of it has to do with being generous and wanting to make the world better. It has to do with the very same roots that gave me years of basura I had to throw out. My culture is key to who I am with my Spanish and Spanglish weaved into my work. With images from my childhood home, serving as the pillars to my work. Stories from the barrio run through my being. They are my core. They are, and I collect more because the gossip never stops where I’m from. It's like a 3-D telenovela where material never runs out. And, that’s as far as I’ve gotten in this road to meditation and self-discovery. These are my strengths, but I know there is more. It's must going to take a lot of unpeeling of a hard facade. Now, I won't do this alone. Fuck that. That's what my counselor and friends are for, and yes, God, but the work will get done because I'm mature enough to do it. Where are you at in your journey of self-reflection and understanding your work? I genuinely want to know. |
Jesú Estrada
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