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Thursday, January 13, 2022

A letterof intent ___________________ koon woon

 

Statement of Purpose                                           

MA English

Koon Woon

January 12, 2022

 

Statement of Purpose

 

     Today, at the age of seventy-two, what can an advanced degree in English literature do for me? Surely the practical uses of this advanced degree will be limited. So, I need to ask myself the purpose of literature itself. For me, literature is the closest thing to a description and guidebook to the human enterprise. Civilizations rise and fall, people are displaced, blend together, and people start or abandon different social, political, and aesthetic enterprises. What is touted in one era may be of little regard in another. How a people and an empire be measured as great or as pernicious depends on the point of view. But in its basic premises, literature for me is more than a sociological or a biological study of humans in groups. It is a record and sometimes a debate over vying thoughts, insights, and beauty that capture all aspects of the human enterprise in literary forms, such as novels, poems, plays, and other works

 

     America, a relatively newcomer on world stage as an empire and civilization, but no one refutes the fact that it is the most powerful of nations the world as ever seen. The best descriptions of it is a democracy, a land of many voices, harmonious as well as cacophonous. Its spirit has been fair and generous. It has stood up to oppression of many kinds for itself and for weaker entities. Its reach and projection by land, air, sea, and space is truly remarkable. And that “policeman of the world” is never asleep in advocating and defending democracies. Its adversaries ought to tremble in his boots when he just think of a fleet of aircraft carriers. On the other hand, power can be misused when its deployment is easier to be unleashed rather than diplomacy or cooperation It can be like “a bull in a china shop” breaking fragile things of value without even the conception of it.

 

     I was born in a small village in China that had no running water or electricity, I was in China as a small boy during the Korean War and its aftermath when China was not a member of the UN and was viewed as an enemy of the United States. When famine and bad governmental policies ravaged China in the late 1950s, no one came to its aid and over 40 million Chinese starved to death. The excuse was simple enough. It was a Communist country. Then in 1960, I immigrated alone to join my family who was already in America. This oddity and inconvenience is a result of the immigration and racial injustices done to the Chinese in this country. One only needs to look up The Chinese Exclusion Act in US history.

 

     But this is not the reason I want to study American literature in UNO. I don’t want to embarrass anyone or myself to say that I had my share of bad luck with mental illness and consequently been homeless 3 times, locked up in psychiatric hospitals, and relegated to halfway houses. Nor do I want to complain about living in a tenement for seven years in a 10’ x 10’ room, wherein I cook, ate, slept, and studied for 7 years, and wrote an award-winning book of poems that was used as instructional material in college. And I washed my laundry by hand and hung it to dry in my room. The reason I want to study American literature is to ground myself better in it and hopefully contribute something of my own. If America is great, let’s keep it great.

 

    

 

    

Friday, January 7, 2022

"The Warsaw Pact" by Koon Woon

 

The Warsaw Pact

 

There are losers from Eastern Europe living in this apartment building, as well as Asians, and Blacks and a couple of indigenous people. We are sometimes a conflicting community. But the Whites, albeit poor, rule. The Russian is seldom home for this reason? I am China-born Chinese and my age should command respect, but it doesn’t. Things are not like they are in the old country.

 

In some ways, this is a Jean-Paul Sartre story. There are a few viable exits and so we wait for Godot. Sometimes one can smell death coming on and sometimes one can narrow it down to which of the nine floors. And when an occupant is not seen for a prolonged period of time, their worried relatives will find a putrefying mess in that room. And so it goes, Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

 

It seems though that the formula 3% Chinese living here is both admired and resented. According to Emily the Black lady with one functioning eye, the Whites and the Chinese got all the money. It could be so, but the Chinese who don’t play along with the white agenda remain in Chinatown, where massage parlors mushroom in recent times when smuggled aliens are well hidden in the Chinatown conclave where the police seldom assess unless it is horrendous enough of a crime such as Wah Mee.

 

There are all kinds of misconceptions here, of course. Approximately half of the people here are disabled and of those, half are mentally ill, and the other half are seniors enough they either don’t care or unable to care. But it is like Roethke’s “Root Cellar,” the Congress of stink here struggles to survive.

 

(To be continued…)

 

- Koon Woon

January 7, 2022

 

 

Personal Essay by Rick Fordyce in the Seattle Times

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