Literatura chicana, 1965-1995
An Anthology in Spanish, English, and Calo
Literatura chicana, 1965-1995
An Anthology in Spanish, English, and Calo
Edited ByManuel de Jesus Hernandez Gutierrez, David Foster
Edition 1st Edition
First Published 1997
eBook Published 1 March 1997
Pub. location New York
Pages 520 pages
eBook ISBN 9781315805412
SubjectsLanguage & Literature
de Jesus Hernandez Gutierrez, M. (Ed.), Foster, D. (Ed.). (1997). Literatura chicana, 1965-1995. New York: Routledge, https://doi.org/10.4324/9781315805412
First published in 1997. Routledge is an imprint of Taylor & Francis, an informa company.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
of his acts, of his very being, and to handle the brute in the mirror, he takes to of our power. We need to say they will begin to eliminate their
the bottle, the snort, the needle, and the fist. Though we "understand" the root causes of male hatred and fear, and the subsequent wounding of women, we do not excuse, we do not condone, and we will no longer put up with it. From the men of our race, we demand the admis- sionlacknowledgementldisclosure/testimony that they wound us, violate us, are
other-the Blacks with of other cultures; have always been at the forefront (although of all liberation struggles in this country; have suffered
"EI Hoyo" (1947) From the center of downtown Tucson the ground slopes gently away to Main Street, drops a feet, and then rolls to the banks of the Santa Cruz River. Here lies the sprawling section of the city known as El Hoyo. Why it is called El Hoyo is not clear. It is not a hole as its name would imply; it is simply
if to add a part of herself, to understand of these days, if the fancy strikes me." If I had a choice I would stay in Paris."
"A Long Walk" (1980; written earlier; revised 1996) Joaquin flung open the conference room door and stepped out, a brown beret at a rakish angle and a brown leather belt tied around the waist of his safari jacket. Tension, thick as clouds of cigarette smoke, swirled out from the meeting he'd just left; behind him, still inside the room, the tense eyes of the Strike
Patroncito: (To Farmworker.) Scared you, huh boy? Welliemme tell you, you don't have to be afraid of him, as long as you're with me, comprende? I got him around to keep an eye on them huelguistas. You ever heard of them, son? Ever heard Patroncito pats him on the er kissed his ass. Patroncito snaps up triumphantly.) 'At's a baby! You're okay, Pancho. Farmworker: (Smiling) Pedro.
Byhead) Good boy. (The Patroncito steps to one side and leans over. Farmwork-
fingernails. Working in the heat, the frost, the fog, the sleet! (Farm worker has Farmworker: You, patr6n, you! Patroncito: (Matter offactly.) Naw, my grandfather, he worked his ass off out here. But, I inherited it, and it's all mine! Farmworker: Pedro. Patroncito: I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Sometimes I sit up there in my office and think to myself: I wish I was a Mexican. Farmworker: You? Patroncito: Just one of my own boys. Riding in the trucks, hair flying in
Bybeen jumping up and down trying to answer him.)
Farmworker: Patron ito. (He looks down at the "Patron" sign.) Patroncito: All right, now take the cigar. (Farm worker takes cigar.) And the whip. (Farmworker boss. Farmworker: sell or. (He cracks the whip and almost hits his foot.) Patroncito: Come on, boy! Head up, chin out! Look tough, look mean.
Bytakes whip.) Now look tough, boy. Act like you're the
You know that damn Cesar Chavez right? You can't do this work for less than two dollars an hour. No, boy, I think we've played enough. Give me back. Farmworker: Get your hands off me, spic! Patroncito: Now stop it, boy! Farmworker: Get away from greaseball! (Patroncito tries to grab Charlie! Charlie! (Charlie the rent-a-Juzz comes bouncing in. Patroncito
Secretary: What does he do? Sancho: You name it, he does it. He rides horses, stays in the mountains, crosses deserts, plains, rivers, leads revolutions, follows revolutions, kills, can be killed, serves as a martyr, hero, movie star. Did I say movie star? Did you ever see Viva Zapata? Viva Villa, Villa Rides, Pancho Villa Returns, Pancho Villa Secretary: No, I'm sorry. We can't buy anything but American made products. He just won't do.
Amalia: I observe the Americans. Their security. Their houses. Their dogs. Their children are happy. They are not un . gles, their problemas, but. . .it's a life. I always say this, it's a life. (She sits Marisa: My friend Marta bought her mother a house. I admire her. Ever after the family talked bad about her like that for leaving home with a gabacha, prison hat passion to beat men at their own game. Amalia: I worry about La Pachuca. That's my nickname for her. I have trouble calling her by her Christian name. (Savoring it). Marisa. ("Rain sticks" in the beautiful com she is growing if it continues to rain so hard and much. Corky (entering): one time Tury 'n' me stripped for real
Byhair is long and worn down or loosely braided As a woman nearing fifty, she gives the impression trading that for a fierce dignity in bearing. at the table stacked with art books, puts on a pair ofw ire-rim glasses, leafs through a book) (Looking to Amalia.) That the background) I worry about La Pachuca. I worry what will happen to
the oldest was named Lisa or somet'ing lightweight like that I mean you couldn't really complain about Chrissy cuz she wasn't old enough yet to be a pain the cola but you knew that was coming no I tole her this tell her we think she's got somet'ing wrong with her "down there" I think I think I said she had a cut or somet'ing 'n' Tury 'n' me had to check it out
Marisa: It's odd being queer. It's not that you don't want a man, you just don't want a man in a man. You want a man in a woman. The woman part goes without saying. That's what you always learn to want first. Maybe the first time you see your dad touch your mom in that way Corky (entering): jHiiiijo! I remember the first time I got hip to that! My mom standing at the stove making chile colorado and flippin' tortillas. She asks my dad Amalia (as ''Mom,'' to Marisa): i,Quieres otra, viejo?" Corky: Kina like she's hassled 'n' being poquita fria, tU sabes, but she's
if I looked long and hard enough at if I could keep this pictured forever in my of us. of us.
Bytenderly, then passionately. They hold and caress each other. Marisa takes Amalia's hand, brings it to her chest. The music softens. The jazz rises again. The lights slowly fade as they hold a deep kiss. RETRATOIII "La Salvadora"
Amalia: Marisa. Marisa: Where the here have you been? (AltUllia gets out Amalia: What are you doing here? Marisa (menacingly): I'm asking you a question. Amalia: Don't come near me. Marisa: I said, where have you been?
Bytable. Marisa appears the doorway. She is very drunk, almost in a stu- por. of bed, puts on a robe.)
Bypor los asesinados. pardo s, cuida el rio de este si necesario. -Por -jPorra muchachos! Benito fue a la guerra. .. -Montado en una perra, la perra se ensucio y Benito Ie lambio.
Byaca si vivia mejor. -Pero si eres bastante joven. I,Como ... -Pos, sinor, muri quemadito aqui en el fortin. Nunca pense murir tan tem- prano. Tanto qui rogue a la virgencita que mi concidiera ver a mi mamita, pero como ve uste, sinor, no se pudo. Quiria probarle qui sabia ya escribir y qui Y que es ese papel que traes quemado de las puntas, Melchor? -Pos vera sinor, es una poesia pa mi mama qui no mande. Cuando me quemaron me la eche a la boca porque era unico que valia en mi vida. -Leela Melchor. sinor, nomas no se vaya uste a rir. -No, hombre, como me voya reir. Leela, leela, I,que no, muchachos?
By-I,Andabas de mojadito? fue cuando se nos puso la cosa tirante el ana 30. I,Se acuerda -Pos yo
of her mind thinking he of most of the carcasses. Young Ben was a hell ofa cowpoke. He was a pretty happy-go- lain 't saying he had no sense in him. He was hard-
of. .. people with different folkways and
Diosito en ese tiempo se sentfa muy solo y aftfdale que no habfa nada de luz. Pero yo creo que la pelada verda es que no tenfa nada que hacer y un dfa nomas por curiosida se puso a soplar asf como cuando Ie sopla uno a los hormigueros pa que se enojen las hormigas, i,sabe? Y pos dijo, a jodido, y se recul6 pa atras. Y es que se Ie prendi6 el sol en la cara y casi dejaba tuerto. Ai tiene uste que jodido! jMe quiere uste decir que hizo con la pura cabeza? -Sf. que vol6 puntos. -Asf es la cosa. Dijo, voy a pensar sol y tiene, bien redondote y caliente como un jodido. jY las estrellas?, ni mas ni menos. Pero fijese, compadre, que todavfa Ie faltaba bueno. i,Que cree uste que faltaba?
-i,Pos no me dijo que estaba criada como con leche de burro?
-Entonces si asi es 10 encontrara entre vagones congelados del Santa Fe -l,D6nde? -l,Que d6nde estc\? Pues mire, sigue el mismo camino hasta afuera y alli -Evans. No, I just came to talk to him about some incident last night. -He'll of
of Rights? of her textbook, which she now closes. Yoli sees of her lime eyes, flute sounds, drum sounds . . . of the chalk, winces, moves round to
figure out her husband's moods and whereabouts, of waiting for him. At night, lying on the edge of the double bed, she often felt alone, more so than when she had been a single woman. They had been together so many times in that bed, and those times she also often felt alone, not knowing if he would be there when she woke up in the morning, not sure if she would be sleeping with him the
After he had finished unpacking the cases of tequila at Marfa's house, he sat across from her at the kitchen table. "A cup of coffee, Ram6n?" "How about a glass of tequila?" "Tequila? What's the occasion?" "Next week will be my last trip. No more. I'll let someone else take over.