Yonder Lies It

Author: JulioSueco

  • losing myself/uncovering the new

    Am finally losing it. I really thought I could keep up with the charade my persona displays in the everyday here in the Swedish Highlands. This charade, this coraza or core that shields me from the rest of society is slowly showing signs of fractures, small fissures here and there that allow the Stranger outside…

  • Mojado

    When I was living in California during the 80’s and 90’s I never felt like an immigrant. I feared the migra and the ghost of deportation haunted me 24/7 no questions asked. But I never felt like an immigrant. I could never relate, for example, to real immigrants, those that traveled land, sea and air…

  • the Me in mestizo

    I plow the clouds undust the cumulus Santa Ana winds breeze by. It is march idle and restless. Evidence is aftersought. I gather intentions pack them tightly. Pursue wild dreams. This wandering I so easily scared Is a wannabe Heron. This Heron seeks yearround habitats.

  • Israeli rain

    Yet you instrument death at dawn. Like an old tune in Spring. A cacophony slicing scythe. New year meant nothing. This Aries dusk.

  • I bear with you

    I.- The eagle landed on a cactus back yonder. II.- Butterflies flew driven by Santana Winds. III.- Yes, I remember Satanta. Like a late autumn. IV.- Immobile I stare, this waft embraces.

  • prospects

    No idea what am doing. Nor the horizon either.

  • El Año en Spitzberg I El Año en Spitzberg II I carry in my head the voices I heard through the earphones. A free mp3 download that infiltrated my veins. I can associate. I can relate. I can feel the hispanic virus trying to seek its kin. I refuse to allow such communion. I don’t…

  • Xicano haikus

    1.- I stopped dreaming of a liberated Aztlan. It was enslaving. 2.- I became one with the past Two with the present and thirsty for more. 3.- I read about Aztlán and I wrote about Raza: I was made after its image. 4.- I am utterly lost seeking meaning out of the blue sky.

  • planning forsaken pleasures

    Supposedly carved into the Delphi temple were three phrases: γνωθι σεαυτόν (gnothi seauton = “know thyself”) and Îüηδέν άγαν (meden agan = “nothing in excess”), and Εγγύα πάρα δ’ατη (eggua para d’atÄ“ = “make a pledge and mischief is nigh”) Am afraid that my smoking years are done. I don’t smoke on a regular basis,…

  • Chicano academics

    The theocracy of la raza are beyond the streets they study. Something happens to chicano academics that makes them distance themselves from the very culture they purport to examine. I don’t get that. In colloquial language they sell out. For some reason they have transgressed a border and become uneasy with the realities before them.…

  • I-d

    Now and then I manage to hear my own self speak. An ungodly accidental omniscient ens about. It turns out that hearing oneself isn’t so productive. This time I happened to hear myself. And I thought: who am I? This question might just seem trivial for some. Specially monolinguals. I can choose between three languages…

  • love is a pain

    I wonder how aztec and maya loving chicanos will react to this. Specially La Voz de Aztlán. My, my indeed. Moctezuma was gay. He loved to gorgle the mayonesa; le gustaba el arroz con popote. Well, you get the picture. I personally don’t subscribe to the aztec and maya semiotics of the Chicano propaganda machine…