Claudia Acosta (New York, NY) reminds us what it means "to show up" again and again and again. We are honored to feature her as a guest reader this Saturday (September 13, 2 - 4PM) at our New York Book Release Party of The Panza Monologues at La Casa Azul Bookstore.
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| Claudia Acosta as Siempre Norteada in Virginia's play Go Away! |
Hailing from the state of Texas, her first play Girlie Stories is now published in Taboo Theater: Sex and Violence on Stage (University Readers), an anthology currently being taught at the University of Central Florida. She created and produced the first-ever Rose Marine Latino Film Festival in Fort Worth, Texas and produced a short documentary with Academy Award Winning Director, Nigel Noble. In New York, Claudia has served as a teaching artist in after-school programs, public schools, colleges, universities, safe houses, homeless shelters, and the prison at Riker's Island with The Public Theater, Shadow Box Theater, White Bird Productions, Creative Arts Team of CUNY, Lincoln Center, and Arts Connection.
For our blog and in anticipation of our NYC reading this coming weekend, we asked her, "If your panza could speak what would it say?"
And she said...
"Somos nosotras las hijas de Coyolxauhqui, full moon faces. Y yo con una panza to match. Big, round, beautiful full moon panza to match my Olmeca head."
– from "International Panza," The Panza Monologues
I am a first
generation Mexican-American. A Texican, a long
lost norteña Chihuahuense that found her way up northeast from the west coast town
of Corona, California to a rocky mountain childhood back in El Paso/Juarez forging
a creative way past teenage years in Dallas-Fort Worth to find a place to stay
and work as a theater artist in New York, New York. A thirty-four-year-old Latina-Teatrista
always floating somewhere between her heart and her head trying to make sense out
of everything along the way without being a dick about it.
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| Claudia Acosta's Summer Reading |
I come from a long line
of guerilleros
My Mother the bravest one
and for my Mother,
it was her Mother
and with
Grandmother stood my Grandfather
and with my Sisters, my Brother
with them, me.
All there along my Father's side.
Our blood in my veins,
helped my Mother up
and untied her gown
and guided her arm through
the strap of her bra
of guerilleros
My Mother the bravest one
and for my Mother,
it was her Mother
and with
Grandmother stood my Grandfather
and with my Sisters, my Brother
with them, me.
All there along my Father's side.
Our blood in my veins,
helped my Mother up
and untied her gown
and guided her arm through
the strap of her bra
I saw my birth in her breasts:
my origin, my nourishment,
my comfort...myself.
Her body is my own.
This the beginning,
soon a space will remain
to give more land
for love to create
greater change
in my blood's time.
my origin, my nourishment,
my comfort...myself.
Her body is my own.
This the beginning,
soon a space will remain
to give more land
for love to create
greater change
in my blood's time.
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Whitney Houston sang words I will never
forget:
"I believe the children are our future / Teach them well and let them lead the way / Show them all the beauty they possess inside / Give them a sense of pride to make it easier / Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be."
I believe in love,
in people, in creativity, in prayer, in community, in justice, and happiness.
I
also believe that humans are capable of great, great beauty, stupidity, and
horror.
I believe the
imagination is a survival skill.
I believe I may have
drowned at sea in a former life or was a mermaid because of my relationship
with the ocean having been raised in the desert and plains of Texas.
That being said, I
believe in everything and nothing.
Okay, maybe I
believe that stars aligned for my coming into this world to leave something
behind that could be useful for humanity.
I used to believe
Jesus died for my sins, but I no longer believe in original sin. I no longer believe in a God that made me
so I can pay him back for all my imperfections.
I believe in the
natural force that surrounds us, penetrates us, binds the galaxy together.
I
believe in the force.
Yes, I believe in
the force.
"So it was written on the bodies of Chicana heavyweights all across Aztlan. Live your life without shame."
– from "Historia," The Panza Monologues
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| i first heard music in the panza... child in womb |
"Someone's panza story is a sacred story, and to share it with someone else is to tell them about the condition of your life."
– from "Prologue," The Panza Monologues
I was a skinny kid until
I was nine, when I had surgery from an accident that involved losing the tip of my
middle finger on my left hand. I
learned two things: how to temporarily write with my right hand and how to eat
my feelings. Shortly after that, I remember hearing “PANZONA,” “Que Pansoncita." My little round tummy over skinny knock-kneed legs. I would get these stomach pains
when I was little. I went to the hospital twice because my parents thought I
had appendicitis, but after x-rays and tests nothing was found. A phantom pain that startled me, that
overtook me, and made me cry out. Didn’t
know it was anxiety. My panza was
trying to make me listen, but I didn’t know what "listen to your gut" meant. It wasn't until
I reached adulthood that I realized my stomach was my second brain. Everything my mind goes through, my
stomach does too. I wish I had known that. I wish I had learned that having a strong tummy gives you power to move. I
wish I knew how to listen to my panza then. LISTEN TO THE PANZA.
"Our panza has a heart that in extension suffers - suffers from out not taking care of it."
– from "Hunger for Justice," The Panza Monologues
So, what does my panza say to me now?
How dare you eat
French fries two days in a row and what makes you think you could eat a falafel
too?
Thanks for laying off
the dairy.
You are worried. I
don’t know what you are worried about, but girl you are worried. Can’t you see
I’m justa handful away from showing you what you could do with that dress?
That plank position.
Get it.
Your back hurts.
Work these abs, girl.
Why don’t you love me,
the way I am?
I loved the green
smoothies, but I hated the green smoothies.
Why are you scared?
Why are you scared?
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This center of my
being gets so stuck.
This center I use to
connect to others.
This center that
carries me in a classroom or on stage.
This center that can
hold life.
This center that tells
me to write when it needs to speak.
This center of my
being feels trapped forcing me to remember to breathe.
I breathe.
I feel the tightness
of my fear stretching and sighing.
I watch my belly
expand and release.
Breathe it says.
Breathe.
"Keep your third eye open, mugrosa, cuz sometimes you gots to give ojo to protect yourself."
– from "Panza Brujería," The Panza Monologues
May my panza have
power to push me forward.
May my panza grow
strong to keep me balanced.
May my panza be healthy to sustain me everyday.
May my panza be healthy to sustain me everyday.
May my panza be at
peace so I can hear the voices of my ancestors reminding me how beautiful and
how chingona I really am.
Thank you Vicki and
Irma.
Today and everyday
my panza makes me a chingona.
So it is written.
