Yonder Lies It

Author: JulioSueco

  • 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…

  • Bamba

    Gracia. Ordet Gracia. The word Gracia has never adquiered, in the English language, the significance Ritchie Valens gave it. Gracia. He knew. We knew. You know. I Knew- I know. And so it was.

  • We-e

    As an American individual it is very hard for me to follow the We doctrine. Afterall, what is most rewarded in our American ens is the almighty I. Here in Sweden I have had to give in to the We collective. This hasn’t been easy at all. It is perhaps no wonder that it is…

  • Amén

    Stolen at mouse point from Tijuana/Beirut: We come from a long line of wanderers. We believe that ideas must travel. We carry information with us across highlands, over mountains. We collect along the way as we skim oceans and dip into valleys or hide in forests. We barter and trade. We never horde. We carry…

  • Mental hogwash

    Here in Sweden I have been put to a battery of mental hogwash unprecedented for me. Not only have I internalized angst as part of internal dish washing but also battle certain narratives that run through my ens. I tell you, you cannot underestimate the power of another culture. Though am still strong in my…

  • aches and pains

    Boy, is age a bitch! Not only am I ailing and wailing both intrinsically and exteriorly but am depressed and I live on the countryside in Sweden. Top that off! Worst is that I managed to finally, after seven hundred years in Sweden, to see the irony in the word Sweden: Sw -eden, get it?…