July 28, 2013
My book was selected for publication by the Cambria World Sinophone Series. Professor Victor H. Mair (University of Pennsylvania) is Series Editor.
I express gratitude to the editorial board:
•Ann Huss (Chinese University of Hong Kong)
•Xiaofei Kang (George Washington University)
•Jianmei Liu (University of Maryland)
•Haun Saussy (University of Chicago)
•Tansen Sen (Baruch College)
•Shu-mei Shih (UCLA)
•Jing Tsu (Yale University)
•David Der-wei Wang (Harvard University)
The Sinophone world refers to Sinitic-language cultures and communities born of colonial and postcolonial histories on the margins of geopolitical nation-states all across the world.
January 23, 2013
Interview for the Next Big Thing
What is your working title of your book (or story)?
A number of books are forthcoming from Tupelo, including a collection of poetry translations, Doubled Radiance: Poetry & Prose of Li Qingzhao.
Where did the idea come from for the book?
In girlhood, I knew about the Tang Dynasty male poet Li Bai or Li Po, whose famous poem on moonlight I memorized and recited. I was new to a woman poet named Li. As I mentioned in my translator’s preface for Circumference, Li Qingzhao’s poetry first caught my eye when I saw her last name and mine were the same: 李
What genre does your book fall under?
Doubled Radiance is classical Chinese poetry translated into modern English.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
What an extraordinary question for a collection of poetry translations ~ I love this. Let us see, now…. I was awed by Yoon Jeong-hee’s performance in the award-winning film, Poetry (2010), directed by Lee Chang-Dong. I suppose Zhao Wei or Gong Li would play the young Li Qingzhao. I would cast Yoon Jeong-hee for Li Qingzhao’s post-war years after the catastrophic fall of the northern capital.
If the translator must take a role in this film, I would not play myself! I am camera-shy and rather dislike having my photograph taken ~ acting on-screen, to this end, would be rather nightmarish. A better thought ~ ask the poet-divas from Kundiman to consider any of the aforementioned roles on the silver screen. As a matter of fact, I would favor active involvement by poets at all levels of acting, directing, and production.
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Love, war, exile in the life of a Song Dynasty woman.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Translation is an arduous labor. In other words, a long time ~ about one year, working weekly, to complete a draft, with a second year to fine-tune it.
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A labor of love. I was inspired by Dorothy Disse’s digital archive, Other Women’s Voices, housing translations of women’s writing before 1700. Moreover, a desire to highlight another Asian woman’s work in the world, daring to reach across space and time to circulate her poetry ~ I’ve also translated poems by the contemporary Taiwanese woman poet, Hsia Yü, for Poetry Magazine. Currently, I am studying the writings of Bing Xin for another translation project. My time is so fragmentary in this season, however. This task will be in the future.
Christina Pugh, the Consulting Editor of Poetry Magazine, “tagged” me this week, as well! Read Christina’s lovely interview on Daniel Bosch’s blog, and her new collection, Grains of the Voice, from Northwestern University Press / TriQuarterly Books. Not only is Christina’s poetry erudite & gorgeous, the poet herself shines w/ a heart of gold!
January 11, 2012
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May 15, 2011
In collaboration with Broadsided: Putting Literature & Art on the Streets, Yuko Adachi designed a broadside to raise funds for disaster relief in Japan.
This one is called, “Love Heals Japan.”
Praise: Many thanks to “New Pages” for sharing the word!
May 13, 2011
In the month of May, after Baccalaureate festivities are over, when I walk between our little chapel and one of our academic departments, hundreds of star-jasmines blooming along the walkway are, in a word, intoxicating.
Peace: I am blessed to walk the long way around our little campus just to mingle with jasmine-soaked wind. I think God is in the wind: the Holy Spirit.
Prayer: Healing for a man’s eyes, a woman who awaits birth (sent me a sonogram), and a woman who waits for a miracle.
May 10, 2011
Among the google search terms used to find this blog: “prayer stones love.”
Yes, this Penguin anthology is coming to bookstores in September… and I’m in it for the first time, thanks to the two wonderful Philips – much gratitude to Philip and Philip for their generosity!
Prayer: Psalm 150…”Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”
April 23, 2011
A reason why I love the neighborhood…
Overheard at the hairdresser’s this weekend, one Nepalese esthetician said to her younger sister, a Nepalese cosmetologist (no, I don’t know the difference between an esthetician and a cosmetologist: I only know their titles from reading the licenses on the wall. I do know the difference between a cosmetologist and a cosmologist, will give myself credit for that) –
“The doctor said I can’t have any sugar.”
“What can you eat, then?” (Clicking noises for sympathy.)
“No rice… no potatoes… no corn, especially not corn, the doctor said, and no tortillas… no fruit… no oranges, no strawberries, no pineapples… if I have an apple, only half… no juice… no cookies… no sodas… no cupcakes…. no pancakes… nothing.”
My kind & patient hairdresser, a self-described “African woman in a Mexican mujer/cuerpo” b/c her great-grandmother was an African woman from Africa who lived in Mexico and married a Mexican, echoed, “¡Eh! What can you eat?”
“Spicy peanuts. I can eat spicy peanuts.”
Cacahuates picante! Ah, the little graces in our lives. I actually think a Nepalese diet would be a vast improvement (smoked fish, black soybeans, pumpkin vine tips, lentils) over traditional American fare, but I also understand love for cakes.
Prayer: For the women in my neighborhood who see me at the market or hairdresser & ask if I’m Filipina, or Vietnamese, or Thai, or Japanese, and I wish my response were all of the above y la Mexicana.
When the women ask me what I do for a living, I say, soy maestra.
I am a teacher.
April 20, 2011
“There were feathers and the light that passed through feathers.
There were birds that made the feathers and the sun that made the light.
The feathers of the birds made the air soft, softer
than the quiet in a cocoon waiting for wings…”
from “A Book Said Dream and I Do”
by Barbara Ras
April 11, 2011
A week of poet-delights! Restoration arrived in the mail, a surprise gift from heart-of-gold poet Christina Pugh. Then I attended a reading by Louise Glück, whose A Village Life sold out within minutes after her question & answer session ended.
From morning until late afternoon, I sat under a grapefruit tree reading psalms… one after another… until rust-colored hummingbirds shrieked at me in hummingbird language: “Eeeeeee!”
I wasn’t even reading aloud.
The last time I presented a threat to hummingbirds, I was using my power drill to uproot an old satellite dish my association deemed unsightly.
How do you say, “Peace. I mean no harm,” in hummingbird language?
My little English department sponsored a regional conference, where I enjoyed fellowshipping with over 90 attendees. We hosted 25 panel sessions with approximately 75 presenters. “Just add mini-cheesecakes, fresh fruit, and cucumber sandwiches,” I said. “Presto! Now we have instant Bloomsbury… within budget.”
So, all that’s left for the rest of the semester are registration week, two annual assessment meetings, one assessment report, one action plan for next year, a smattering of committee work with “next steps,” one year-end internal budget review, appreciations to the adjunct instructors, capstone portfolios to evaluate, papers to grade, final catalog edits, one survey monkey (pas de jokes ’bout survey zebras or survey giraffes or survey elephants, s’il vous plaît), and other quixotic miscellania.
God will carve out quiet spaces for me to review my notes for a lecture at Cal State and a reading at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, both later this month.
None of this goes forward without prayer… we are nothing without grace.
I had fallen
asleep in the sunlit
room the only sunny
room in the house
and I dreamed
you were talking:
Well, and don’t
you see, your voice
rising as in clear
is the sweetest
dream) your hands
in transport to drape a large
book an atlas
its jacket as an ocean
–from Restoration (TriQuarterly Books 2008)
by Christina Pugh