{"id":3248,"date":"2011-03-16T08:00:32","date_gmt":"2011-03-16T12:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lanternreview.com\/blog\/?p=3248"},"modified":"2011-03-15T18:49:56","modified_gmt":"2011-03-15T22:49:56","slug":"becoming-realer-re-claiming-asian-america","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/2011\/03\/16\/becoming-realer-re-claiming-asian-america\/","title":{"rendered":"Becoming Realer: Re-Claiming Asian America"},"content":{"rendered":"

Becoming Realer: Identity, Craft and the MFA is a column that explores issues of poetry, theory and writing craft in relation to the personal experiences of Saint Mary\u2019s College of California Creative Writing MFA candidate and <\/em>LR staff writer, Kelsay Myers.<\/em><\/p>\n

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“My [writing] is a testament to who I am<\/em> and what I have lived<\/em>. It is a process of becoming a student, a teacher, an activist, and an Asian American woman. I was forced to pick up the pen as a weapon and wield it in a fight against the oppression of my people, to become a voice for those of us who are unable or unwilling to speak.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I wrote those words in the introduction to my Senior Individualized Project (SIP) at Kalamazoo College called, \u201cCreating History and Spaces: The Making of an Asian American Woman in Zuihitsu<\/em>.\u201d That\u2019s still what I want to do with my writing\u2014create personal and political history <\/span>, expose it, re-frame it and carve new spaces for people who have been left out or overlooked. I want my writing to make a difference in the world. It should make a statement that will reach others, even though I am ultimately writing for myself.<\/p>\n

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There\u2019s one problem with my former way of thinking about writing. As long as I think of writing as something that happened to me because it was the only avenue I had left, a way of self-expression forced<\/em> on me by my experiences with racism, I will resent it <\/span>. Am I really a writer if writing isn’t my choice, just a way to deal with past trauma? Is writing a passion, something that exists in the core of my being, or is it simply the only weapon left at my disposal \u201cin a fight against the oppression of my people\u201d? <\/span><\/p>\n

Those questions weighed heavily on my mind this past week because I\u2019ve reached that point in the academic year when doubt starts to seep in. I\u2019ve been told by a second-year in my program that this happens to ever<\/span>yone, but my doubts <\/span> stem from two very specific roots: 1) the idea that writing is not enough. And, 2) the fact that I am a transracial adoptee.<\/p>\n

The root of the first problem was not planted by my parents. My dad was responsible for getting a new library built in my hometown and has a deep respect for books and their messages. My mother reads five books at a time all the time. But, I grew up <\/span>when math and science were prized over art and literature. And, as a Korean adoptee, I have an insatiable need to belong and belong at any cost. Gone were the heydays of the Beat Generation and even postmodernist theorizing. That\u2019s the reason I took physics in high school instead of creative writing, and one of the reasons I devoted myself more to the study of philosophy than poetry during my first few years at college.<\/p>\n

In fact, in my first-year of college, our school newspaper, The Index<\/em><\/a>, published a front-page article intended to cause a stir on camp<\/span>us. It did. The article claimed that the hard sciences were the only rigorous disciplines<\/span>, and that the social sciences and humanities were \u201cfluff majors.\u201d While those of us in the so-called \u201cfluff majors\u201d largely dismissed the article itself as \u201cfluff,\u201d somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if writing really w<\/span>as enough for me.<\/p>\n

In my last year of college, I decided to drop my philosophy major to a minor, one class away from getting the degree. It was the hardest decision I had to make. It was my dream to become a philosopher, but it was more than that. I’d fallen in love with philosophy, and I am certain that if it hadn’t been for my experiences with racism in college (both in the classroom and outside of it), I would be a philosopher today. Dreams change though, and so do identities. I devoted the rest of my college time and energy to Asian American activism and poetry. I brought spoken word artist, Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai<\/a> to campus, attended the Midwestern Asian American Students Union<\/a> conferences and wrote my SIP.<\/p>\n

Last year when I applied to MFA programs, I believed that I had finally accepted my task and role as a writer. My writing is about making sense, and art, out of my lived experiences, I claimed. It is also about becoming a teacher, an activist, a gadfly and an artist. So, I threw all of my time and energy into the craft. I decided to write for two blogs, and my first published essay will be coming out next month in a new Korean adoptee anthology called More Voices<\/em>. It’s a sequel to the 1999 anthology, Voices from Another Place<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n

This semester at Saint Mary’s, I’ve thrown myself into more projects as well. I’ve started to learn <\/span>about<\/span> <\/span>writing pedagogy, and I’m building an art installation for the Asian American Women Artists Association<\/a>‘s exhibit, A Place of Her Own<\/a>. I’ve decided to revive an old academic and creative writing hybrid essay and am again writing larger social critiques for a music writing craft course. All things that seem to take<\/span> me further and further away from writing toward art or criticism.<\/p>\n

I met with my graduate advisor to talk about it all. She thinks that all the groups I write across will want to claim me: Asian Americanists, cultural critics, memoirists and artists. I hope she\u2019s right. She asked me where I would say my writing fits. Wh<\/span>at do I consider myself to be? That’s an identity-crisis inducing question for an adoptee. I hope to be all of them and none of them. <\/span>The whole is greater than the sum of its parts philosophy. A new space. Not that it’s really “new” per se. Recently, I read Aino Rinhaug’s article in Race\/Ethnicity: Multidisciplinary Global Perspectives <\/strong> <\/strong><\/a><\/em> called “Adoptee Aesthetics: A Gendered Discourse<\/a>.” She says:<\/p>\n

“Adoptee aesthetics expresses not only the contemporary aesthetics’ political concern with and turn to the notion of ethnography; it also explores the limits to this practice and seeks\u2014simultaneously\u2014to identify what could be seen as new boundaries and territories of its own practice.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I’m not unique, which is probably a good thing. As an adoptee, I also want to belong to every group, and I fear that I don\u2019t belong anywhere or to any group. It is a debilitating and consistent fear. The most important groups that I hope to belong to are Asian American academics and creative writers.<\/p>\n

In the past few days, I have come to believe that writing is all of these things: learning, teaching, Asian American activism and becoming the person I am. Then, I happened to glance at the LR<\/em> blog and saw last week\u2019s writing prompt<\/a> where Claudia Rankine calls for writers to examine why we do or do not write about race and how it consciously affects our work. Everything fell into place. Although I did write long before my experiences with racism on my college campus, I developed my voice out of those experiences. I lost a self and gained a self because of that entrenched system of oppression. Although a lot of my anger has gone since leaving the Midwest, that is something I cannot forget, even if I write for myself these days. That is who I am and what I have lived, and that is why I claim to be an Asian American woman writer all over again. But, this time I don’t just accept it. I embrace it with both hands. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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