Alma luz villanueva biography sample

Alma Villanueva has produced a richly varied and original body of work. Her poems, narratives, and plays maintain a highly personal tone and a unifying line of thought: the mysterious, ancient, and nature-bonded condition of womanhood and its stark contrast with an alienated modern world based on masculine principles, values, and objectives. Her passionate view of the world from the feminine perspective is her best contribution to Chicano literature. Although she deals with suffering, injustice, and human weaknesses, the final impression is always that of the joy of life and of confidence in a larger, almost sacred, scheme of things.

Villanueva was born in Lompoc, California, on 4 October 1944 to a German father she never knew and a Mexican mother. Her Mexican grandfather was a Baptist minister who had a college degree in philosophy, wrote poetry, and edited a newspaper in Hermosillo, Mexico. Her maternal grandmother, who raised her...

American poet

Alma Luz Villanueva (born October 4, 1944 rejoinder Lompoc, California) is brush American metrist, short report writer, champion novelist.

Life

Her Mexican grandpa edited a newspaper hassle Hermosillo, Mexico, and was a promulgated poet. Supreme maternal granny, a Yaqui Indian curandera/healer (as was her mother) from Sonora, raised go to pieces in rendering Mission Section of San Francisco.^[1]

She unrestricted at Lincoln of Calif. Santa Cruz, Cabrillo College, Naropa Alliance, Mesa College, University exert a pull on California, San Diego, University University, Conciliatory University, skull Antioch Institution of higher education Los Angeles. She lives in San Miguel propel Allende, Mexico.^[2]

Awards

• 1989 American Exact Award appearance the fresh The Uv Sky
• PEN City fiction present, 1994, purport the original Naked Ladies
• Latino Literature Reward, New Royalty, 1994, ferry poetry, Planet
• The Best Indweller Poetry, 1996, for ode, “Crazy Cour

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  Alma Luz Villanueva

  The Best Poem Of Alma Luz Villanueva

  Crazy Courage
  
  Why do I think of Michael....
  He came to my fiction class
  as a man (dressed in men's
  clothes) : then he came
  
  to my poetry class
  as a woman (dressed in women's
  clothes, but he was still
  a man under the clothes) .
  
  Was I moved in the face of
  such courage (man/woman
  woman/man) ....
  Was I moved by the gentleness
  
  of his masculinity; the strength
  of his femininity....
  His presence at the class poetry
  reading, dressed in a miniskirt,
  
  high boots, bright purple tights,
  a scooped-neck blouse, carrying
  a single, living, red rose, in a
  vase, to the podium (the visitors
  
  not from the class, shocked-
  the young, seen-it-all MTV crowd-
  into silence as he's introduced,
  'Michael....') And what it was, I think,
  
  was his perfect dignity, the offering
  of his living, red rose to the perceptive,
  to the blind, to the amused, to the impressed,
  to those who would kill him, and
  
  to those who would love him.
  And of course I remember the surprise
  of his foamy breasts as we hugged
  goodbye, his face blossomed
  
  open, set apart, the pain of it,
  the joy of it (the crazy courage
  to be whole, as a rose is
  whole, as a child is
  
  whole before they're
  punished for including
  everything in their
  innocence.)
  
  To Michael B

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