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in san cristobal de las casas: notions 88-90.

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notion 88.

vibras y vida.
piedra y tierra.
corazón y libertad.
sol y luna.
madre y padre.
mar y montaña.
fuego y agua.
abuela y abuelo.
estrellas e hijos.
pasado y futuro.
y el presente sigue rolando.

08.10.2005.

notion 89.

“suerte carnalito,”
y el rastitas me pasaba
buenas vibras bajo un canto
en náhuatl.

“suerte carnalito,
nos vemos en rollo,”
este el salvador me decía.

08.10.2005.

notion 90.

i am like my red and brown brothers,
people of the sun,
children of the corn.
tortillas are my bread.
i miss the ancient world
before the conquest.
i still have memories
of which i dream,
but in the city,
the turtle is a bandit,
raccoon rebel.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notion 87.

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notion 87.

my past was colorful,
and my people wore bright colors
even though they have/had
what the west considers nothing.
(how can i not get sad or angry,
but what will these emotions
do?)
“set things straight?”
but the north has set me cold.
how can i let it happen?
to the other children?
thanks to capitalism,
we are all children of the streets.

my country and continent
is something for europeans,
for their descendents and tourists
to come exploit and visit.
an economy dependent on the money
some pale face may bring.
my past was colorful
like the flowers of xochimilco,
but the north is so cold,
and murders it all with
its society
now spreading globally.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 85-86.

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notion 85.

buenas vibras,
aquí todo es leve,
hermanos relax.

08.10.2005.

 

 

notion 86.

so i thought i’d write a sonnet just cause
i’m of ideas of eternity,
way past beyond the sense of human laws,
and at some point, i’ll finally be free.

in my country, it was hard to find me,
had to leave the chaos and confusion
cause all that noise was simply distracting.
i yearned independent disposition.

thus then travel unraveled some secrets,
our third became open to see way past,
letting go of our shared ancient regrets.
all blurred towards a future which will pass.

so why the fuck then are you so worried
when we’re not part in the story in (his)tory?

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notion 84.

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notion 84.

coincidences:
when one discovers
who one is,
what one wants,
to not want, not desire,
and all the things make sense,
coincide,
and signs appear,
to not want, not desire,
be content,
and you realize your path,
keeping to the left.
some would call this god,
buddha, jehovah, the
universal unknown,
the order of pi.

chaos:
when one is lost
of who one is,
confused and robbed,
feeling so lost,
a star astray,
and all seems chaos,
a rolling, random
stone,
but even rolling stones
collide or crash
beyond the crossroads.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notion 82.

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notion 82.

i am the turtle,
so must enter mazunte.
let’s be the ceremony.
ceremonies begin.
ceremony benign
be night while the sun erupts.
given space to breathe
without evaporating atmospheres.
i must head out to sea,
to japan, australia
towards the caribbean
through a dark tunnel.

i came out into a forest,
and only a raccoon
appeared to guide me
to where all power grew.
it signaled for me to drink from the water,
from the fountain,
which soon became a river,
until the waves engulfed me,
and limbs like branches
extended out from within
towards the clouds
cause ancient nature
was where power
came,
has come,
comes.
and then i was a tree
growing out from the river,
so i asked the raccoon
to travel back through the tunnel
with me.
it agreed,
and told me,
“you are the turtle, but in the city,
remember,
you are the raccoon,
the rebel bandit.”

as i stared into st. michael
at san juan chamula,
where st. john the baptist
is revered over christ,
and coca cola utilized to expel spirits
through burping,
and i’m reminded,
i should go,
slow and steady.
i am the turtle, but in the city,
i must be disguised
like the raccoon,
the rebel bandit.

08.10.2005.

in san cristobal de las casas: notions 79-81.

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notion 79.

quiero que me bendigan,
ser bendecido,
bautizado,
borrado
hacia lo eterno.

08.08.2005.

notion 80.

if you read my book,
might understand a little.
my mind is still small.

08.09.2005.

notion 81.

nezahualcooyotl,
hijo de ixtlilxóchitl el viejo,
nacido en tetzcoco,
estudiando en el calmécac
de madre méjica,
huyendo azcapotzalco
y los de tezozomoc.
el poeta
que seria gobernador,
nezahualcooyotl.

neza,
terminal del metro,
basurero de la cuidad,
garbage dump.

the densest area in la cuidad de méxico.

08.09.2005.

in puerto escondido: notions 76-78.

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notion 76.

seashell.

“vamos hacer la llamada a la banda.”
“chido carnal.”
y como esta la banda?
“la banda no se enoja si rolas,
pero si se encabrona
si te enamoras.”

drumbeats, djembes, and fire.
ancient amulets
and the life of the lost tribe
searching for space
during transcendental trips.

“es que la banda es bien garufa
y pacheca.”

y como esta mi banda?

08.07.2005.

 

 

 

notion 77.

where has the tribe dispersed to?
into territories?
assimilated mestizos and creoles,
taken from africa over into america.
how does one become american?
or of the americas?
what was it called before?

where has the tribe dispersed to?

“como esta mi banda?”

08.07.2005.

 

 

 

notion 78.

y me despido
pero con mucho amor
de toda la banda.

08.07.2005.

in puerto escondido: notions 74-75.

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notion 74.

te crees grande,
te sientes muy hombre
con tu pistola.

08.06.2005.

notion 75.

i am innocent
of all the evil
you’d try to pin on me,
you’d try to blame on me,
but
i am innocent,
already gone.
didn’t have to study very hard,
or for very long
to arrive at the conclusion
that this world
had gone all wrong,
long
before i’d come.
you’d like to blame me,
but i am innocent.
i will not share your guilt,
but hope to make things better
“with a little help from my friends.”

08.06.2005.

in puerto escondido: notions 72-73.

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notion 72.

what they lookin’ fo’?
and why they think we got it?
it’s quite suspicious.

08.06.2005.

 

 

 

notion 73.

it’s quite suspicious
where military posts
get set up,
and who those federales,
estatales, policías municipales
be harassing.
why mostly in guerrero, oaxaca, and
chiapas
where the people, el pueblo,
are demanding better conditions
and wages?
it’s ok for americans (united statesians- egocentric fucks.)
to become middle class bourgeoisie pigs,
but not the rest of the world,
so paramilitaries are trained
to defeat any movement by the people.
so learn to dance, play drums, spit fire.
they can not shoot a constant moving target.
retreat to the jungles or mountains
before the men with guns
decide to take it all,
so we’ll have nothing
for them to have.

a ver como les va cabrones.

08.06.2005.