Monday, June 1, 2020

COVID-19 Virtual Artistic Life: Theater Mu's Variety Show, 5-22-20







One of the unexpected boons of COVID-19, which has made the situation much more bearable, has been the many free artistic offering from community arts organizations which can now routinely reach a national and international audience. Theater Mu, a Minnesota-based theater company, offers witty and social conscious programming. This specific cabaret style event showcased the broad range of the Asian American arts scene and talents. Not all performances are being reported here. From top to bottom of the photos above, which are in chronological order of performance:
- Mayda Miller, a well-known local musician, played her acoustic guitar and shared an original indie-rock song.
- Bao Phi, now one of the pioneers of the Asian Minnesotan poetry scene, shared a poem he published in UnMargin, an online magazine giving voice to different perspectives on social justice and progressive commentaries.
- Joelle Fernandez and Frankie Hebres, a husband and wife team of dancers, performed some old-style hip hop numbers.
- Gao Song V. Heu presented an opportunity to hear a traditional Hmong song, which will be part of a solo production putting on stage The Song Poet, a book by Kao Kalia Yang, a well-established Hmong Minnesotan writer, featuring the experiences of her father as a Hmong traditional singer.
- Sisters Francesca and Isabella Dawis contributed the classical singing and instrument playing of  the evening, with a Salon-intimate repertoire.

Overall, it was a delightful evening of fun banter sprinkled with some serious remarks on Asian American arts. More of those variety shows would be welcome.

2020 Breaths, A poem post the George Floyd tragedy and protests, dated 6-1-20


COVID-19 Publication: COVID-19 Bittersweet Recipe, in Another Chicago Magazine, 5-3-20



Unwrap four bundles of dry vermicelli
Let their white locks dissolve into hot water
until silvery and translucent
the faint brushing of your mother’s fingers
opening a package of dehydrated shiitake
mushrooms murmuring they should blossom back to life
Grab a bag of bean sprouts, free them into a pool of water
where their dead green skins float to the surface
and their white mermaid tails fan submarine
Peel a passel of carrots, wash them and thinly shred them
Pound one clove of garlic, soft and watery, and dice them into
the footsteps of your father going away or he might start to tear up
Place two pounds of ground pork in a big bowl
Pinch in salt and pepper, sprinkle the garlic
Layer the carrot confetti, the slippery vermicelli,
And the chewy shiitake bits and the bean sprout tails
Break one egg
Mix everything
Set the pile of papery rice in the middle of the table
along steaming ponds glistening with the giggles
of your siblings and even their children
as they dip the wraps and roll tiny fingers, chubby fingers,
 the touch of past kab yaub feasts
to be frozen until your solo dining hungers for a taste
of  family