Poesía Entries
16 de Abril, 2008
The Thieving Weave, Pt. 2 (A Word Exercise)
Categorized under Poesía | Tags: Outtakes and Remakes
Content. Appropriation. Stealing. Sneaking. Singular. Donning. Denying. Sourcing. Sharing. Linking. Remembering. Tradition. Ritual. Connection. Family. Community. Passing on. Passing down. Reaching up. Looking over. Looking away. Looking down. Locking out. Lopping off. Island. Hoard. Individual. Fear. Get. Grab. Gather. Gulp. Gorge. Gasp. Gold. Sky. Ground. Roots. Round. Circle. Join.... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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1 de Abril, 2008
gold eye in a lavender sky
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5 de Marzo, 2008
that's why we use an X
Categorized under Cultura , Poesía , Raza | Tags: Chicanas, Chicanos
xicano means beautiful despised children of tomorrow dodging wire forged by yesterday's lie to me xicano is a name for orphan a child abandoned by tradition, tribe, and history a nimble heart running barefoot along the bloodied lips of the land kicking up wind and rain scoop of sweet corn... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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16 de Febrero, 2008
song of dawn
Categorized under Palabras , Poesía | Tags:
i meet the dawn head-on breathing half-lit silken vapor letting her comb through every feather both my lungs becoming silver and in the dawn i run feet weaving mist into song gentle staccato reminder grass tongues of frosted fire blades of night shivering alight stabbing crescendo as one... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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29 de Diciembre, 2007
Having the Flu and With Nothing Else to Do
Categorized under Poesía | Tags: Poets
a poem by charles bukowski I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to the book once radical-communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments and reading the Wall Street Journal this seems to happen all too often. what hardly ever happens is a man... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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23 de Diciembre, 2007
Leaflet from the Anti-Christmas Insurgency
Categorized under Poesía , día festivo | Tags: I should tag this something, Outtakes and Remakes
THE CHRISTMAS U-BOATS are ready to launch, the eggnog spiked with communistic proparumba, the Athiestletoe hung up in wild, manger-rousting abandon. Let us share this laugh and this hunk of Heathengrease cheese, this wine stained moment of time to negotiate a space behind the rest of the rats in... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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21 de Diciembre, 2007
las flores y las plumas
Categorized under Literatura , Poesía | Tags: Francisco X Alarcón, Poets
we opened the doors of our homes to greet them they came in & evicted us we showed them the open green of our valleys the clear blue of the sky they cut down the forests for their furnaces for their crosses we gave them all the fruits of... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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28 de Septiembre, 2007
Seven Minutes of Sunshine from Lorna Dee
Categorized under Corazón , Poesía , Raza | Tags: Lorna Dee Cervantes, Poets
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, but in wading through all the hectic energy of "news" as presented by the media, I often need deep draughts of beauty. Lorna Dee Cervantes is one of my favorite poets, and a good place to fill up tu copa. Here is her poem... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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15 de Septiembre, 2007
Harbinger of Mediocrity. Prophet of Flatulent Futures. Shill and Sham and Propped-Up Half-Man.
Categorized under Closing in on Bush , Gobierno , Palabras , Poesía , Política Estados Unidos , Spoken | Tags: bush
NOW I KNOW by now so many of us hold such great and deep and far-reaching and sincere contempt, NAY revulsion (and rightly so) for the man now holing up in la Casa Blanca that we have phrases like "Bush Derangement" and "Bush Bashing," and with these phrases even... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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5 de Septiembre, 2007
No More Miasma Staid Static Fantazma
Categorized under Palabras , Poesía | Tags: I should tag this something, Outtakes and Remakes
TODAY IS A DAY FOR RED GEL. And when I say that, of course I do not refer to you jumping up from your well-cushioned seat and reaching for the crimson hair product that you have been longing to wildly massage into your scalp, you rebel. I mean that... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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4 de Septiembre, 2007
Like Mango on the Edge of a Knife
Categorized under Palabras , Poesía | Tags:
SO WHAT SHALL IT BE THIS EVENING, my love? Shall we sip upon the News? Shall we touch upon this beaded thread of manufactured muse? Or shall it be time like wine, talk heady and sweet? Fingertips like sunbeams stirring honey in the deep? Pulse that flexes a submerged... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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12 de Junio, 2007
I Am Not Angry
Categorized under Poesía | Tags: Hate Groups, My Life, White Power, White Supremacists, White Supremacy
hey there, mister angry said the small voice inside my phone a good friend surprising me with a happy accusation i'm not angry i said feeling like stammering but somehow speaking softly instead she asked me laughing if i had a "Napolean Complex" from growing up small and i felt... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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7 de Mayo, 2007
no hoods
Categorized under Poesía | Tags: ALIENZ
How, now, the threat over all is the MEXICAN How happy is hate to be given its head how swiftly violence occurs to the reasonable and the people who claim to be kind and humane wear no hoods but in their words are fear and gasoline and flame... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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4 de Mayo, 2007
Aliens
Categorized under Migra , Poesía , Raza | Tags: ALIENZ, Mexicans, Mexico, migra
ALIENS they say pointing toward an imaginary fungal faultline perhaps riven across the glossy belly of a taco-shaped space ship on the horizon perhaps propped up by 4,437 spindly legs and most definitely painted with a black, curling mustachio somewhere somewhat shattered in the land of colonial hangover and vague... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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4 de Abril, 2007
Greedom on the March
Categorized under Corazón , Palabras , Poesía , Signs of the Sixth Sun | Tags:
POTENTIAL PRESIDENTS are discussed like well-produced flicks making the circuit and the appraisal of their smashing box-office numbers leaves me just as cold. As with many other facts that aggravate my spirit, I am often told these realities are nothing to be overly-excited or angry about. This defaulted drool... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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25 de Marzo, 2007
Querida Primavera, Ella Regresa
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IT'S THE END again of frozen hope and these nights we've spent slit and oiled in smoke layered tight inside the greening yoke of a slowly unclenching winter... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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14 de Marzo, 2007
Skeleton Butlers
Categorized under Palabras , Poesía | Tags: My Life
SOME MEMORIES are of plain days, but still so magical, description itself can diminish their intensity for a moment or two. You may have to sketch ragged corners with a faded felt-tip marker, touch up rainy hues with nothing more than the mist of your own breath. Float a... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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16 de Febrero, 2007
White Man Crazy
Categorized under Indígena , Poesía , Signs of the Sixth Sun | Tags: indigenous
"IN THE 1940's, a farm magazine had a contest for a 100 word analysis of a photo of a deserted farmhouse in a badly gullied feild. This was 1st prize:... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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2 de Enero, 2007
Ode to A Green, Green Night
Categorized under Poesía | Tags: fotoshop, Iraq
THROUGHOUT THE HOLLOW-HEARTED CATHEDRAL applause rises like unwithering sulphur beanstalk tendrils reaching for an imaginary sky one cloud weeping under a dizzy anthem of silence jesús lifts an ochre finger and a wet palm manger rocks in a dead sea breeze but stops and unpeeling itself like an eye unblinking... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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17 de Diciembre, 2006
Moem Peme
Categorized under Blogando , Memicry , Poesía | Tags: Poets
A meme from Lorna Dee. The first poem I remember reading was... Hmm. I'm sure it was Dr. Suess, if that counts. But the first POEM I remember reading (and this sure doesn't mean it was the first) was Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. It struck me as terribly... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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13 de Diciembre, 2006
Dear Warblogger:
Categorized under Blogando , Iraq the Casbah , Poesía , Terrorizing la Gente , When the Right is SO wrong | Tags: Fear, hype, Imperialism, Iraq, pundits
THE REASON you hate journalists and the media is because the press = telling the people the truth and the truth = people are dying (every day in every way) in Iraq the truth = on a regular basis, explosions are splintering lives and houses and smiling faces and heads... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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29 de Septiembre, 2006
Little Sister Born in This Land
Categorized under Globalización , Poesía , Road to the Fifth Sun | Tags:
EN ESTO VIERNES HERMOSO, as the sun beams down, as the sky opens her azul-a-glimmer eye, as the bees begin to cycle their ebon velvet engines, as the horribly unhealthy woman circles my block one more time with her horribly small and high-yipping dog, I bring you a poem written... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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19 de Septiembre, 2006
from under the furling plume (sub urban deserter)
Categorized under Palabras , Poesía | Tags:
gray mist floats over cold from sprinklers left spitting and shifting and grumbling all night those who live next door they urge the mold to grow their dirtless concrete pockmarked by upkeep glistening and tense and well-mown a neighborhood low to the ground with cars that veer low to the... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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21 de Agosto, 2006
Horizonte [Federico García Lorca]
Categorized under Literatura , Poesía | Tags: JFH, Lorca, Poets
HorizonteSobre la verde brumasa cae un sol sin rayos.La ribera sombría sueña al par que la barca y la esquila inevitabletraba la melancolía.En mi alma de ayersuena un tamborcillode plata.—Federico García Lorca, Seis canciones de anochecer: Horizonte... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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3 de Agosto, 2006
You Bring Out the Mexican in Me (Sandra Cisneros)
Categorized under Literatura , Poesía | Tags: Chicanas, Mexicans, Poets
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Trinidad Sanchez, Jr.
Categorized under Historia , Literatura , Poesía | Tags: activism, Poets, Trinidad Sanchez
Trinidad Sanchez Jr.SAN ANTONIO (AP) _ Trinidad Sanchez Jr., a poet and activist who inspired audiences with his writing about culture and social issues, has died. He was 63.Sanchez, who was known as "Trino," died Sunday at a San Antonio hospital. He had been hospitalized since mid-July after suffering two... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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19 de Junio, 2006
Nahautl con Leche con Azucar con Sangre
Categorized under Palabras , Poesía | Tags: familia, historia, Mexico, tortillas
another tongue of flame dances over the bones of Mexico and a girl gives her soul to the sky, hungering no more but forever memorialized by the wind and its bitter memory the ancient stone-colored dawn a calender of well-heeled college kids rolls on one more coronawithlime a well-manicured world... $MTEntryExcerpt$>
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