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State of the Arts: May 31, 2010 Archive

Minnesota Poetry: Bao Phi's "The Godzilla Sestina"

Posted at 8:33 AM on May 31, 2010 by Marianne Combs (0 Comments)
Filed under: Minnesota Poets, Poetry

Bao Phi has been a performance poet since 1991. A two-time Minnesota Grand Slam champion and a National Poetry Slam finalist, Bao Phi has released several CDs of his poetry, such as the recently sold-out Refugeography to his newest CD, The Nguyens EP. He was featured in the award-winning documentary feature film The Listening Project as an American listener who traveled the world to talk to everyday people about global issues and politics.

In addition to his creative work, Phi was recently honored with a Facing Race Ambassador award in recognition for his community work, and has published essays in topics from Asians in hip hop to Asian representation in video games. Currently he continues to perform across the country, remains active as an Asian American community organizer, writes a popular and provocative blog on the Star Tribune's Your Voices community blog, and works at the Loft, where he creates and operates programs for artists and audiences of color. Here's his poem "The Godzilla Sestina:"


The Godzilla Sestina

Under the ocean where I was created
in a womb of dancing atoms, a tectonic tale
is breaking the skin of sea floor. Dreams burn here:
lava flows underwater like bleeding fireballs,
sunless sleep disturbed as they listened
for the sound of the nightmares they dropped.

Fat Man and the Little Boy drop,
like two suns tumbling, sent to destroy creation,
no one will be left alive to listen
for the lessons we need to learn from this tale,
just a skyline made of a blossoming fireball
and a symphony of silenced screams horrible beyond hearing.

So I'm born, a radiating thunder lizard, here
to crush American Dreams as my footfalls drop
like apocalypse, and from my lips a chorus of fireballs
razes all that you have created
like runaway rays of sun, my tail
too large to fit in your streets, listen

to see if your superheroes will sing if no one listens,
their words so tired that no one hears,
flag colored costumes useless in this tale.
Look at the sky for God, for an answer, to see if black rain drops,
to see this towering monster created
by the heat of a million rabid fireballs

unleashed on a people turned to ash by the fire, balled
fists and screams evaporated while history listens.
Now I loom, people scramble in my jagged eclipse, the penumbra I created
is shaped like the ghost of the Enola Gay flying across the moon. Here,
I will illuminate your whispered crimes as the indigo of night drops
before your story is fully told.

Children will sleep trembling under my tail,
the threat of my story like a guillotine of fireballs,
a sharp string of ghastly stars waiting to drop
because even before this lesson, they should have listened,
before we came to this, they should have heard,
they should have known what would be created.

I speak english in this tale, but they don't listen,
so I speak in fireballs, the language they hear,
the nightmare they dropped, the monster they created.


- "The Godzilla Sestina" by Bao Phi, reprinted here with permission from the author.

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A Voice from the Mountains

Posted at 1:06 PM on May 31, 2010 by Marianne Combs (0 Comments)
Filed under: Books

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The cover of Anthony Caponi's memoir "Voice from the mountains"

89 year-old sculptor Anthony Caponi, the founder of Caponi Art Park, has lived a life rich in both art and experience. Born in an Italian mountain village, Caponi immigrated as a teenager with his family to the United States, where he suffered all the struggle and wonder involved in making a new home. But just as soon as he started to feel at ease, he was enlisted in the army to fight in World War II, and was sent back to Italy, this time as "the enemy."

Caponi's memoir, "Voice from the Mountains" - reprinted this month in paperback - reads like a lyric poem, starting with his childhood in which he describes how it was the surrounding mountains that carved him into the man he has become, and continuing on to describe how he was torn by his love for two countries:

My home, on two continents,
My soul, tossing in mid-ocean,
My body, carried by the tides,
Landed ashore on the native soil.
On a ledge between two worlds,
Where plants lose their roots,
Where the sea discards its dead,
I stood on no-man's land
Between my double sorrows
Of leaving an dreturning.
A son, I departed,
Tripping sideways with each "Addio."
A soldier, I returned,
Transformed and reassembled
Into an army of thousands,
As an interchangeable segment
Of an armored millipede walking on many legs.

Caponi's memoir is remarkable on several fronts. First, in that it gives readers a window into the heart of a new immigrant, his love of "America" mixed in with all the frustrations and judgement he endured. Secondly, it lends both an artistic and philosophical voice to the horror of war, as experienced by a soldier. Finally, to read Caponi's account of his experience in war-time, both witnessing and suffering atrocities of all sorts, makes his life's work after the war that much more impressive.

Returning to the United States, Caponi came to Minnesota in 1946 to study at the Walker Art Center School and later at the University of Minnesota where he earned his Masters in Education. In 1949 he settled in Eagan, and worked for more than fourty years to realize his dream: a large outdoor sculpture park where anyone could walk and reflect on the natural beauty of the world alongside the art it inspires. Creative expression, Caponi believes, is an integral part of the well-being of both the individual and the community. Caponi writes:

My work with stone is not so much a choice as it is a realization of what I am, philosophically and physically. In this age of planned obsolescence, fickle ideals and cellophane expressions, I find it most appropriate that my sculptures should be of durable, resisting, elemental materials, as stone and steel. I want to wrestle with my work and caress it into its final form. I want to release my pent-up energy through hammer and chisel and the sweat of my body, until my spirit finds its calm, my mind its order and the work will have recorded in tangible forms the process of transforming frustration into a wholesome, satisfying expression.

Anthony Caponi's 60-acre art park, located in Eagan, is open to the public for visits May through October, six days a week. It is home also to theater and music performances. Caponi's memoir "Voice from the Mountains" was reprinted by Nodin Press. The memoir was originally published in 2002.

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