My piece, "Soliloquy," is a biographical story featured in their October 2018 issue, here:
http://unbrokenjournal.com/2018/10/soliloquy/
A prose poem is a hybrid form. It looks like prose, but it uses techniques of poetry: sound patterns, figurative language, and compression.
Unbroken Journal is an online literary magazine that publishes prose poems.
This is a story about my Finnish immigrant grandmother who couldn't speak English. She
wouldn't speak English, my aunt says. The word soliloquy comes from the Latin word solo, which means “to himself,” and loquor that means “I speak.” I was inspired by watching a beautiful video entitled "Soliloquy," created by Iranian/American Shirin Neshat and exhibited at the
Walker Art Museum in 2018. The installation was a split screen arranged at opposing points in the room, and on each screen a woman gazing, entering doors, ascending stairs, going through the streets. Each was the same woman, in the same Istanbul, but one was contemporary and the other, ancient. They were facing each other, but not seeing each other. There was a quality of haunting or being haunted by the future or past. The subject was about place, about spirituality, about culture and gender.
This provoked thoughts of my grandmother and me, she in one language and I in the other. She was rural, and I was not. Her life seemed traditional and mine, not traditional, and yet we are intimately connected by blood. We looked at each other's lives, and I thought of hers as unimaginable, impossible. She passed on thirty-five years ago. I wondered what she would see if she could see me right now. I wondered what I can see of my small grandsons lives in the future. What would our differences be? What would be our possibilities?
In a description of Shirin Neshat's work at the
Tate Museum:
Since the early 1990s she has travelled frequently to Iran, and Soliloquy is a comment on Neshat’s experience of living between two cultures. She has said of the piece, ‘although Soliloquy was not a biographical piece, it is based on my personal experience ... those of us living in a state of the “in between” have certain advantages and disadvantages."
To grow up between two languages and two cultures is a unique experience. I was not able to grasp the second language although its sound and rhythm was and continues to be familiar, continues to evoke the joy of childhood. The place of between-ness is full of shadows. There is language, and the language is more music than meaning. Things approach but not emerge. There were secrets in the family that my mother and aunts refused to talk about; these secrets are one of the forces in the poem.
