Yonder Lies It

Author: JulioSueco

  • On Reies Lopez Tijerina & Reuters

    I often find it amazing how America Gringa refuses to acknowledge some of its own history, twist it and bedmake it to sleep with the Other in its own house.…

  • That Pocho thang again

    I am ocassionally given to the reading of books which I, more often than not, peruse more than finish when the need arises to let time pass by in an…

  • unscathed and alive

    The sad truth is that I might be the only one advocating Aztlán in Tijuana, but like in the movie, if you call them they will come. You think there…

  • The fattning of the spiders

    Dear diary, as the clouds perform their daily trek due south, due north at the whims of the winds, I strike the metal to the logs making a damp thump…

  • On Being Pancho Villa

    Ok, am’onna be real frank with’ya pancho. I ain’t got balls at all. Yeap, am a dinky mouse, a chicken shit and if am telling you this now, however that…

  • Two concerned Aztlán citizens

    Yonderliesit.org received two rather interesting emails from two concerned Aztlán citizens just a little less than what it took you to read this. On the one hand, one email writer,…

  • Viva Chicano Lit

    The Republic of East L.A. – Stories (2002) by Luis J. Rodriguez I am invariably always surprised at the ease with which I can understand Chicano literature. I can see…

  • Tijuana, Tercera Nacion

    I consider myself a Xicano, with an x mind you. A Xicano from Tijuana or a Xicano mexicano as I see it in order to disntinguish myself from my brethen…

  • wachatelas ese

    The phoneme /w/ [a voiced labio-velar approximant, lip rounding] has multiple and productive sounds in the spanglish and espanglish Xicano community. For us there are choices to be made between:…

  • What they said

    These days I find myself deeply fond of XX century thinking. From Volume IV Number IV The New Criterion A Quarterly Review October 1926 New York Chronicle: Gilbert Seldes There…

  • When memories stop by for coffee

    I came to my ancestors land yet just as I saw Aztlan you hovered over my every concious moment, (even in my sleep at times) making sure I knew who…

  • En el otro lado

    I went to the beach in Tijuana. It was crowded on Sunday, it was sizzling hot. So yeah, there are we, strolling, me and my friend. So I tell him,…