Poetry / Alex Dang
:: Ode to Orange Chicken ::
I, too, have been described by my ancestors as too sweet, dumbed down, inauthentic, made to satiate American bellies and melt on the same tongues who spat in our food, called it uncivilized, barbaric, dirty, cooked from rats, off strapped backs of dynamite. I, too, have skin golden and glazed, to be ripped open by white teeth and be left even whiter meat. We are found in greasy take out boxes deemed unworthy of recognition. Eaten both by fork and chopstick alike, this American-Chinese dish, cheap, affordable, wanted by none, but a happy compromise.
From the writer
:: Account ::
I imagine art as a vehicle that allows us to travel to a destination. For me, the trip begins with truth and ends with the art arriving at an emotion. The truth is that when I look at myself, I sometimes only see what America sees me as. Sometimes I only see myself as my diagnosis. And there are so many times where I see myself in others: my favorite musician, a comedian, my mother and father. I have been led to joy or anger or laughter in more ways than I can count. This time, I’m driving, so that means we start with my truth and we end with my heart. I’m most interested in form and content as my vehicle to drive the audience to the emotional points that I was experiencing. I trust that the reader will sit in the front seat while I drive and while maybe they don’t like the songs I’m playing or the streets I’m taking, but hopefully when we reach our destination, we’ll get out of the car and enjoy the view.
Alex Dang is a poet from Portland, Oregon. A former TEDx speaker, Dang competed at the National Poetry Slam, was a Portland and Eugene Poetry Slam Grand Slam Champion, and has performed in 7 countries. He has strong opinions about burgers. He wants to know what your favorite song is.