I’d Rather be a Mexican by Charles P. Ries

I’d Rather be a Mexican

Charles P. Ries

Cervena Barva Press

$7.00

http://www.literati.net/Ries/ (Poet's site)

http://www.thelostbookshelf.com/ (Order the chapbook)



Review by Samantha Milowsky



I'd Rather be a Mexican is a delightful chapbook of poems that romanticizes Mexico and its people as objects to dream and ponder about life other than the one the speaker lives as a white English speaking man. The poetry exudes painterly and vivid beauty in deceptively simple lines. Readers are transported into scenes of Mexican architecture amid everyday life of sultry peasants. The poems are pleasantly varied between earthy surreal tropes, loving and heartbreaking portraits of family, sensual objects of desire, and dark humor regarding customs such as bull fighting and praying. I’d Rather be a Mexican is a highly enjoyable and accessible book of poetry.

The first poem Just Stories sets the stage for a romantic view of Mexico and its people as objects to express longings. The women are "all beautiful" with "dresses so colorful they look like tropical birds" and the men are strapping in "tight black pants with silver adornments running down the sides of their legs..." This imagery of men and women occurs throughout the poems which create poetic repetition and reinforces a sense of place and idealized Mexican culture. The speaker asks: "How could all the happiness of the world reside in one people?" This rhetorical question hints at the speaker's dissatisfaction with his own life and romanticism of theirs. Readers will enjoy the humor and imagery that engages the senses. While on a flight, the speaker muses:

"Land has fallen away again, but I still remember the fragrance of fresh cut grass or an orange just sliced open and dripping in anticipation of my bite, but now I simply float."

""Put a pepper on his wings. Make him sneeze and watch him soar. Don't let him hide, he's a crazy boy," my new friends shout."

Just Stories prepares us for what is ahead in the chapbook: "All these words -- just piled high to heaven's ceiling -- they free us when we let them go."

The poems Los Huesos (the bones) and Birch Street delve into the speaker's psyche of family. In Los Huesos, the speaker sits at his father's and grandfather's tombstones. To honor them he brings his "father's tobacco" and his "grandfather's beer." The speaker also brings tequila and offers it to the dead. The poem is an enjoyable mix of family love and dark humor in celebrating the vices that probably did them in; after all, what is life without enjoyment?

In Birch Street the speaker's surrealist and romantic flights give way to direct and honest language about a relationship: "Her depression and my beer free our tears from the jail we carry in our hearts." The speaker implies dysfunction surrounds them in the neighborhood too: "Skinny, greased up gang bangers with pants so big they sweep the streets and girl friends in dresses so tight they burn my eyes." The poem Reading Octavio Paz is a beautiful ode to how Mexican poets have inspired the speaker. There is a sense of how deeply the speaker was impacted: "I close my eyes and see within myself a naked boy sitting beneath a vast pecan tree. From its branches hang stars. This canopy of shade becomes my universe." Perhaps the entire chapbook is a heartfelt ode to Mexico and Mexican poets.

Highly Recommended .
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Interview with Len Solo: Making An Extraordinary School : The Work of Ordinary People.

Interview with Len Solo: Making An Extraordinary School : The Work of Ordinary People.

With Doug Holder

Len Solo was the principal of the Graham & Parks School in Cambridge, Mass. from 1974 to 2001. He is a firm believer in alternative schools and innovative teaching to educate today's student. His book about his experience at the Graham & Park School is titled "Making An Extraordinary School: The Work of Ordinary People." Solo is also an accomplished poet and is currently working on a short story collection. I talked with him on my Somerville Community Access TV show " Poet to Poet: Writer to Writer."

Doug Holder: Len-- you have seen a lot of trends in education during your time as an educator. What's your opinion of the mass firing of teachers and strict accountability that is in vogue?

Len Solo: The firings are under the " No Child Left Behind Act". Schools are ranked and rated, and if in a series of years the kids don't pass, the school and the teachers can be in serious trouble. The whole staff , including the principal can be fired.

As you know from reading my book I have issues with " No Child...' I think it is the worst turn that American education has taken. If what I describe in the book is true about this special school in Cambridge than " No Child..." is not true. We empowered teachers to be the source of curriculum--the very opposite of " No Child..." The standards with the MCAT for instance are set at the state level rather than with local people.

The reason the Graham & Parks School was successful was because it gave power to the teachers. Because the teacher knows the kids--then the teacher should know the curriculum. And they have to make the curriculum accessible to the kids. That means they have got to find all kinds of ways to do this so it is interesting. Now you have standards that have been promulgated by absent people--bureaucrats--people far way.

Again--one of the reasons the school became an extraordinary school was because of empowerment. When you empower people they take it on the teaching of the kids as their own. Empowerment is the basis of Democracy. This is the opposite of what is happening with "No Child..." With "No Child..."


It’s somebody far away from you making decisions about your life as a teacher, and your life as a student, and your life as a parent of that student. It’s not yours—it is somebody else making these decisions for you. Is “No Child Left Behind” effective? I say no. We hear all the time how kids score well on the MCAT exams in Massachusetts—so you have these tests based on these standards. You don’t need standardization to have very high standards. We did in our school. I say standard testing is a closed system. If you taught writing in college 15 years ago when there was no MCAT, and if you teach now, you would see no difference in writing skills. I know this because I have spoken to college teachers.



DH: You said the mission of the Graham & Parks School was to “educate the whole child.” Can you explain?



LS: Most schools deal with the head. We try to deal with the head, heart and the body.

We are concerned with the whole child. We had a particular kind of education. It was holistic—project-based learning.The classroom wasn’t set up with chairs in rows, with kids sitting in them hardly moving. We had learning areas. We had science, reading, writing and math areas. Our learning advocates start with materials and products. So children become actively involved with their hands. We try to engage them.



We are also concerned about the social lives of kids, and their emotions. Confidence in self is closely related to learning, and for making important choices affecting one’s life. We want our children to be capable and lovable. We want them to know math, reading, science and math and the like and to like themselves and like others.



If you establish strong bonds among people. If they live, learn and work together—that is the basis for academic performance. We created a very strong community within the school. That was the basis for academic learning. We were more concerned with more than the head. We had small classes, in a small school—involving parents in meaningful ways. We really go to know the child.



DH: You were all about students making meaningful connections with adults. How did you facilitate that?



LS: A number of different ways. First—we had a whole bunch of adults in the schools, not just teachers. In any given class you would find 2 to 5 adults. You would have a teacher, an instructional aid, one or two students from local colleges, and you would have one or two parents on a daily basis to work in the classrooms.


I have a chapter in the book about how I put the kids in the community. When kids come to middle school that are beginning to leave their parents and enter the wilder world. We try to facilitate this. We try to do it in a meaningful way. Our program put kids in work situations in the community. They were working in preschools, some worked at the Harvard Crimson newspaper, some worked with seniors. We believe the starting place for learning is experience. A job teaches the student to take what is abstracted and make it come to life.





DH: What is a bad teacher?



LS: A bad teacher is someone who doesn’t know curriculum well. He or she is not accessible to kids, and doesn’t spend a lot time watching kids and learning from them. I also look to see if there is order in the classroom. I’ve seen chaos in classrooms. You can’t tolerate that. To be a really good teacher you have to work ten hours a day practically every day of the year. At our school we were not afraid to tell teachers they were not working out.



DH : You lead poetry workshops in the schools. How was that?



LS: In the early years of school I taught 7th and 8th graders. I really like poetry and I really like short stories. I tried to present stories and poems that kids could relate to. I wanted them to dig it and relate it to their own lives.

Live Landscape by Andrey Gritsman

Live Landscape
by Andrey Gritsman
Cervena Barva Press
West Somerville MA
Copyright © 2010 by Andrey Gritsman
ISBN: 978-0-9844732-1-2
Softbound, 73 pages, $15

Review by Zvi A. Sesling

If there were an organization called Poets Without Borders Andrey Gritsman would probably be it president. Gritsman, born and raised in Russia, has been in the U.S. nearly thirty years and is a physician in New York City. He writes in at least three styles I can
discern, sometimes like the Russian he is, sometimes like surrealist Eastern European poets, and other times in the tradition of American poets, mixing in medical terms here and there. No matter the style, each poem is wholly believable.

The first part of the book draws on Gritsman’s Russian life – first love, school, his father,
Moscow and his return to his native land and ends with his first job in America with a poem entitled VA, which stands for the VA Medical Center. The two sections are eclectic
mixing subjects and picking on a number of American topics.

Gritsman also takes a simple subject like a Hot Dog Poem and turn it into a sexy, humorous poem, witness these lines:

A hot dog poem.
Directed and glistening
in its phallic infallibility
on the backdrop of common fallacy.
Not flaccid, but resilient
with mustard and relish over it,
ketchup on the side,
with the authority of a hot club
smacked between the labia of the bun
by the yellow claw fingers
of the hot-dog man.

Later in the poem he writes about a woman with two adorable little dogs
Rigor and Mortis.

Gritsman’s take on a funeral is one that makes you hope your own is not like his vision.
His New Jersey Gothic and New Jersey Grill, Smoking Area remind everyone who doesn’t live in that state why they make fun of it.

Although there are a few lines that might put off some people, overall this is a volume of poetry not only worth reading, but owning. Gritsman’s landscape is live and breathing, spitting out the raw (Holiday Inn) chomping on sex, infidelity and race (Story) while Bed,
Bath and Beyond is a bittersweet ending to a complex book.

A final note: I always favor poetry books which leave you thinking, which make you want to go back to them, which drill a hole in the stomach and make you wish you had written some of them. Andrey Gritsman has done that with Live Landscape.

Ballad Of The Republicans By Paul Steven Stone

In the Somerville News:



Lyrical Somerville edited by Doug Holder


Paul Steven Stone is a local writer, and he wrote these lyrics to a new song "Ballad of the Republicans." Stone is the Creative Director for W.B. Mason and a member of Somerville's Bagel Bards. To have your work considered for the Lyrical send it to Doug Holder 25 School St. Somerville, Mass. 02143 dougholder@post.harvard.edu



Ballad Of The Republicans

By Paul Steven Stone



Hear the bombs bursting all through the night

Bush is bombing Baghdad, says he has the right

Thousands will die like many thousands before

Only problem is they'll never know what for...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

Where men like Lincoln once took a stand

But now they took all that they could

Pretending it was for our good

In eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



The stealing starts on election night

Bush flies to victory on a Florida flight

Though exit polls say in fact he lost to Gore

Supremes give him the crown and so much more...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

Eight years of plunder down in Washington

And now they hope that you'll forget

All the blunders, crimes and debt...

That for eight long years nearly brought this country down!



The CIA says Bin Laden will strike

But Bush is out that day riding his bike

Not till 9/11 does he figure out the score

Sees thousands lying dead, Twin Towers no more...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

Rumsfeld, Rice and Cheney take a stand

Take us to Iraq thru Afghanistan

And can't take our asses out again

In eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



Did you see the scowl on Dick Cheney's face

When someone said torture is a human disgrace

That's no longer torture, he tells Fox news

Those Amnesty wimps are just singing the blues...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

They read our mail and tapped our phones

Said they could send anyone to jail

Then erased all White House email...

That showed eight long years of bringing this country down!



They never find any W.M.D.'s

They even search Abu Ghraib detainees

Turns out Saddam had run out of gas

And we're just bullies kicking his sorry ass...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

Acting like the ugliest Americans

Paul Wolfowitz lusting at The Bank

Larry Craig tapping at toilet tanks

In eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



By now the middle class is feeling poor

Can't afford college or doctors anymore

Wages shrink but the rich keep getting fat

They even try to take social security back...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

They told us lies, rewarded their friends

Like Halliburton, Goldman Sachs and more

Then sent ill-equipped soldiers off to war

In eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



Back in New Orleans the wind starts to howl,

Water is a-rising, Brownie's on the prowl,

Bush is on a plane heading west for the coast

Flies over the waters just to see if blacks can float...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

They ran our country like a Christian scam

Tried to keep Terry Schiavo undead

Pulled the plug on stem cell research instead

For eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



Where are you when Wall Street gets the bends?

They're in the vault handing billions to their friends

Some of those billions simply disappear

The rest go to bonuses for needy millionaires

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

The ones who told us not to lie or sin

And then were caught with pants askew

Ensign, Foley, Vitter to name a few who...

In eight long years nearly brought this country down!

Then there's forgetful Alberto Gonzales

In all of Bush's gang none needs more solace

'Cept Harriet Miers in her Supreme Court mess

Or Scooter Libby lying for his V.P.-ness

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

Said global warming would improve our tans

Their senior drug plan was so nice

'Cept they made the U.S. pay list price

In eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



Their biggest crime isn't Katrina or Iraq

Or turning U.S. Attorneys into G.O.P. hacks

Or leaving Afghanistan with the enemy still intact

It's torturing the truth till they break its damn back...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

Eight years of plunder down in Washington

They turned our surplus into debts

Gave shoddy care to wounded vets...

In eight long years they nearly brought this country down!



Now look at this mess the Bush gang leaves behind

Two wars in limbo, Wall Street flying blind

An economy gasping, the states in default

Obama tries to clean up and they claim it's all his fault...!

Here comes the ballad of the Republicans

They pray that you can just forgive their sins

And vote them back in power again

Forgetting all the lies, the graft and pain...

That for eight long years...eight god-forsaken years...nearly brought this country down!