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…
Read MoreXicano 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…
Read Moreplanning forsaken pleasures
Supposedly carved into the Delphi temple were three phrases: γνωθι σεαυτόν (gnothi seauton = “know thyself”) and ÎüηδÎν άγαν (meden agan = “nothing in excess”), and ΕγγÏα πάÏα δ’ατη (eggua…
Read MoreChicano 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…
Read Morelove 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…
Read MoreMental 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…
Read Moreaches 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…
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