Showing posts with label Peru. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peru. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Dispelling The Myth of The Absent Latino Father Through Spoken Word: La Lancha





I have many blessings in my life, but the most invigorating and beautiful is being father to 3 beautiful children. When most of our fathers, or father role models were growing up, they were taught the role of the provider all swirled up with a big serving of machismo.

I like to think that my father does not have all those qualities, perhaps most, but not all.

My Father lets his actions speak. He taught me about work ethic, about being thankful for what I have, to be humble, and to put family ahead of anything. These are all great things to learn, but in exchange he lacked the power to show and give affection.

This does not mean, que no me queria, I know he does.

But in actuality i have never head him say it. We have awkward moments, when we hug, we don't embrace, we just pat each other's back. We have a silent language. But whenever I have needed help, he has been the first one there.

He may not wear his emotions on his sleeves, but I know they are sown into the seams.

See as a father, I try to be all the things my dad is and be the things he wasn't. I am a passionate father, supportive, loving, proud and stern when I need to.  I choose to be this way, to function this way, to deny and reshape the role of what I believe is an obsolete Latino father role model.

Many of these norms have been perpetuated through media, tv shows, comedy skits. But these have been at the expense of our relationships with our children.

I believe my father like many out there wants to be affectionate, wants to praise his children, be involved. But unfortunately, he grew up in a time where none of those things were considered to be part of the role of a Latino father. 

I personally have struggle with this dilemma, not because of my selfishness to be shown affection but because I feel my father, and many fathers out there, have been robbed of that wonderful feeling that affection can bring.

Therefore, I have decided to be vocal about my fatherhood experiences with my 3 children, my struggles, my joys, memories and convey them through the art form of Spoken Word. So far I've been able to produce 3 poems that share a glimpse of the wonderful journey of Fatherhood. These poems are Isabella, Ladybug and La Lancha

I've been fortunate to be able to record these and release them, but I still feel the need to do more and be more vocal.

My encounters with other fathers that share the same beliefs via life and social media have reinforced my passion for continuing telling my experiences.

My goal by telling my own stories about fatherhood, is to start creating discussions between Latino fathers about their experiences. I want others to share similar wonderful experiences that fatherhood has brought to me and by doing so start dispelling these imposed stereotypes.

I begin this discussion by talking about a poem based on a lullaby thats very dear to me, La Lancha .

La Lancha is a poem about my daughter Isabella and when she was really sick I sang her that lullaby to make her feel better, just like my mother had done with me. It's about a father’s relationship with his daughter in a time of sickness and how the lullaby helped both of us get through it.

This poem is important to me because of its intergenerational impact. The lullaby being sung in this poem was introduced to my mother by my grandmother and now I sing it to my children. La Lancha is originally a Tango song created in 1928 by Francisco Bartardi and it has been interpreted by many Latin American music groups.

My mother sung me one verse from it,
"Se va, Se va, La Lancha. Se va con el pescador. En esa Lancha que cruza el mar, se va, se va mi amor!".
I've sung this to my eldest, Isabella when she needed comforting and it became part of her bedtime routine. She has heard this verse so many times, that she has memorized it and now sings it to his sister and brother. I felt it was important to have Isabella be a part of this poem in order to show the intergenerational  impact of this lullaby and when she agreed to sing it, I knew it was the right thing to do.

Today Isabella turns 9 years old. She is a caring and wonderful young lady and I am blessed not only to call her my friend, but to have the honor of being her father.

Without much ado, I present to you La Lancha.

-rsc






For your convenience, La Lancha is available for download below:



Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Ladybug by Rodrigo Sanchez-Chavarria




Ladybug is the first single off my upcoming EP titled "Don’t Let Them Erase You". Ladybug is an attempt to highlight the wonders of being a father and at the same time challenge the preconceived notions society has of a Latino father. I hope you enjoy it as much as i have enjoyed creating it.
as always, thank you all for your support!
-rsc


Watch Rodrigo explain the story behind his new song here: 




For your convenience, Ladybug is available for download below:




For those of you who prefer streaming, we have also posted Ladybug on the most popular and user friendly sites on the web:




About Rodrigo:
 
Rodrigo Sanchez-Chavarria is a writer and spoken word poet of Peruvian heritage, heavily involved with Palabristas, a local Latin@ poets collective. He is a graduate of the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities and is an involved activist in the Latin@ community.  He writes about fatherhood, the duality of two cultures in English, Spanglish and Spanish, and issues pertaining to his community and life experiences. In 2006, he was a member of the poetry collective, “Found In Translation,” which was commissioned for the Minneapolis Mosaic Festival and one of the recipients of the 2005 SASE VERVE Spoken Word Grant. He has performed with Yellow Rage, Los Nativos, Chicano Messengers of the Spoken Word and Big Quarters. Sanchez-Chavarria hosted El Café Open Mic, located at El Burrito Mercado in the heart of the Westside of St. Paul. He also takes the power of his work to local high schools, colleges, and universities, both in the Metro Area and in Greater Minnesota, in which he engages in conversation with students in regards to the art of spoken word and how they can use it as tool of liberation. He manufactured and independently released a Spoken Word CD in 2006 titled “Desconocidos” with the collaboration of other local poets, and is featured in the Palabristas Chapbook titled “Outside the Lines.”



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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

HAPPY END-DENDENCE DAY PERU!

Its been 20 plus years since i celebrated a 28th of july in Peru. Its been a long time,away from home. But this year it will be the most memorable one in my lifetime. Mostly, because of what is happening in Bagua but also for the fact that both my parents are there today and that adds to the mounting yearning to write and to be at the homeland. i mus admit its not easy, but i always remember the pride that came from el 28 de Julio and now as an adult( most of the times!) i've learned to see this day as one of reflection.
Reflect on the past and acknowledge that there is much work to be done in the land of the incas.

the recent events in Bagua have brought up issues of class, race, Indigenous Rights (#nosamsclub) and Free Trade (NO DRILLING IN THE AMAZON!) and the ongoing issues in the United States with race and politics really foreshadow my feelings of END-DEPENDENCE.

We never seem to find this idea to be free. we exchange this feeling of freedom for dependence. Please no Global Economy speeches! it seems to me that all we have done is changed owners.

but what can we do about it?

i know what i will do.
i will write,
i will speak,
perform to inform
raise my pen in defiance
and my fist in alliance
with mi gente
que siempre estan en mente
until the we can breathe freedom under each breath.


So on this 28 de Julio, while we celebrate our rich history lets remember that we are still DEPENDENT on the system that was implanted when the Spaniards left. Not much has change, but hope in the Homeland and in the hearts of peruano's world wide drives me and many others.

So one day my ladies (pictured below) can see my homeland and call it their own as well.

HAPPY END-DEPENDENCE PERU!

Feliz 28!!!!!!!!!!!


Thursday, June 18, 2009

For The Homeland (A Poem for Bagua)

last night Peruvian President Alan Garcia went on national tv to save face. i figured it was time to release this poem. Please feel free to copy and paste and send to listserves, friends, post it on your blog. all i ask is that you give credit to me and post the link to my blog.

i've put links to youtube videos on some of the words so you can get some info on what went down.


Thank you/Gracias

Rodrigo

**NOTE: i have added the mp3 poem for your listening pleasure, this poem will be featured on my upcoming EP The Homeland**





For The Homeland (A Poem for Bagua)


by Rodrigo Sanchez-Chavarria

With my hands I write these words for the homeland

Today my heart stopped
My blood spilled
On land that will be given
To oil companies that will rape it
Brand it, and sell it with my name on it

Today my body is motionless on the road
With no one to claim it
Until the bullets stop flying
Until they stop crying
Because no one asked them
if they wanted to perforate their people
asked them if they wanted to witness babies dying

The ground sobbed red tears as bodies fell
Painting a brief picture of living hell

With my hands I write these words for the homeland

Today Peru lost 2-1 and
people said they played with no heart,
I know where it lays.

In Bagua
where blood mixes with brown soil
In rivers
where brothers and sisters float boca abajo.
And mothers try to identify body parts
While I am trying to identify self worth

Remembering that the blood spilled is pumping through my veins,
that the land where I was born to the land where I stand
will always be indigenous land.
Remembering.
That when we left in 88 Alan Garcia was fucking up the economy
Then ran to hide in Paris
Only to come back for a reconquista
to kill people he sees as second class

Today the bullets cried
My brothers and sister died
Media blinded to the lies
That the cowards use to hide

With my hands I write these words for the homeland

Today I died in bagua
But when my funeral comes
Don’t put me in a casket
Or bury me 6 feet under

Instead baptize me in the Marañon River
So my soul flows south with the blood spilled

Bury me next to the mass graves
With my eyes wide open
So i can see
What others say is not there

Then broadcast these words over radio waves
Banned for speaking the truth

Indigenas nunca son cuidadanos de segunda clase
Indigenous people are never 2nd class citizens

This is for my people
In the homeland
Fighting in the trenches
Blocking streets, police
While we overseas fight the oasis painted by white picket fences
This is for Alfredo,Pelusa, Mariana, rodrigo, camilo y Apu
Who remind me of home and fuel the purpose of what I do
for our babies, who asked why we cry at this injustice

For jose Antonio Encinas who taught me about power
And how politicians’ abuse it, we call them cowards

This for Santiago Manuin
Because 8 bullets could not stop his heart beating
His strength
His fight for his people
Their land

This is for Pizango finding refuge in Nicaragua
While his heart and spirit stays in bagua

And for the rest of us
Who are away from home
In strange lands that we can’t call our own
Some of us facing death for the first time and
Raising fists, pens, and words in defiance
To form a global alliance with you, our people.
Because borders, time zones, years, guns and oppression
Cannot stop our love for you.
Today I died in Bagua
And was reborn to use my hands to write these words for the homeland