Author: JulioSueco
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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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.
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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?…
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Swedish Jeremia
It’s a hot summer day in Sweden. Am darn sure the neysayers are in lockstep now to denounce the end of days. Back in May we had a few lovely sunny, blue skies like these ones. The Jeremias were out in force in no time. The farmers this and the farmers that. The media decried…
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ambiguo
Nothing brings me more joy to my hearts delight then when I confuse people about my ethnicity. I just love it. I will give an example of said ventures of mine that tickles my belly silly. I recently came across a Spaniard and spoke only English with him. He asked me where I was from,…
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w ord
The word forms me La palabra me forma labra I saw it today -¨ There is all kinds of seeing one of them is seeing when one reads Una de esas es ver al leer No se acostumbra ver al leer pero eso es la palabra: ver: verbo. Vi Vi en sueco significa <em>nosotros; </em>we.…
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Stockholm Rucks
Listening to You/Me I was prompted to republish an old poem I made of my impressions of Stockholm. You/Me Taking an aimless stroll Through these tacit atmospheres I gaze about aloof Near throngs of people by Slowly making headway An halcyon wanders into view A solace embraces my senses That wavers through and by Along…