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Poetry/Cuentos Bobby LeFebre Featured on Tiahui Podkast Diego Davalos Jim Moreno Frank Moreno Sifuentes Paulette Atencio Marge Vallazza Tiahui Podkast: "My Roots Run Deep" © by Bobby LeFebre ===> Click to Hear Tiahui Podkast: "My Roots Run Deep" © by Bobby LeFebre ===> Click for a Word File of: "My Roots Run Deep" © by Bobby LeFebre The Tiahui Podkast: http://www.tiahuipodkast.com/ produced by Cisco Gallardo is bringing forth a variety of information and audio about the Chicano community. Please go to the Tiahui Podkast website and subscribe to the podcast via their RSS feed: http://rss.mac.com/tiahui/iWeb/tiahui%20podkast%20/Podcast/rss.xml TIAHUI PODKAST #5 ===> Click to Hear Tiahui Podkast #5 15 Dec 2006 Friday, December 15, 2006 ~::Cafe Cultura::~ "Indigenous Unity! ¡Unidad Indigena!" December 8th, 2006 http://www.myspace.com/cafecultura TIAHUI PODKAST #4 ===> Click to Hear Tiahui Podkast #4: 25 Aug 2006 Friday, August 25, 2006 Interview with Nita Gonzales, eldest daughter of the late Rodolfo "Corky" Gonzales. This interview is a rare glimpse into the life of one of the most profound leaders of the Chicano Movement, author of the epic poem, "Yo Soy Joaquin", founder of the Crusade For Justice and of the Escuela TIAHUI PODKAST #3 ===> Click to Hear Tiahui Podkast #3 09 June 2006 Friday, June 9, 2006 Dia de Cuauhtemoc with Danza Azteca de Anáhuc in Taos, NM. Also Xikano spoken word from Café Cultura. TIAHUI PODKAST #2 ===> Click to Hear Tiahui Podkast #2 09 Feb 2006 Thursday, February 9, 2006 Interview with Enrique Maestas from Danza Azteca Tlaloc. TIAHUI PODKAST #1 ===> Click to Hear Tiahui Podkast #1 23 Jan 2006 January 23, 2006 The 1st episode of Tiahui Podkast This edition goes live inside a counterprotest in Denver, Colorado. The Minutemen of recent "wanna-be-a-border-patrol" fame get confronted by "not-having-it" Denver community members. Interviews and excerpts from the protest included. "Reclamando La Linea" © by Diego Davalos ===> Click to Hear "Reclamando La Linea" by Diego Davalos Estoy reclamando la linea In the name of my people In the name of memory In the name of ancestors Reclaiming the line This place where I have been standing I am straddling two worlds I am walking the line between the northern and southern hemispheres I once stood at the middle of the world The earth balanced between my legs I stood looking at the line Realizing I have always walked that line I have waffled between the north and the south My heart in the east My soul in the west I was born in Ecuador I was born in the Andes I was born left handed, premature I was born I am living on this other line This other border Straddling two countries Standing between two languages A fence sways in the world Separates me from my other language There is a line marked on the map That tells me this is America There is a line on a map that tells me that is Mexico My other twin my other half my other consciousness There where bananas are a food There where corn is sacred There where pyramids touch the sun And farther south where my cousins the Mayans dwelled There where their pyramids touched the stars My eyes travel even farther south to the homeland My tierra mi gente the Incas There high in the mountains we lived Before the Spanish before the cross before the bible Before the sword And now I am walking this line again Between these worlds There below me is the Southern Hemisphere Where my ancestors are And here in the north Where my mother father sister brother And all my circles and families live This place near the ocean that I love That sometimes does not love me Where my skin bronzes in the sun Where the earth is my color And where I can cross a line Where I can enter another country Reclamando La Linea Reclaim the line And all the area around it All the hemispheres./ The poem, "Reclamando la Linea" is an original work by Diego Davalos Copyright © 2006 by Diego Davalos "Cesar" © by Diego Davalos ===> Click to Hear "Cesar" by Diego Davalos The poem, "Cesar" is an original work by Diego Davalos. I am looking for Cesar Chavez. I am looking for his spirit. I see him in the faces of the men being chased by la migra. I see him in the faces of those still picking our crops. I see him in the faces of my students. I see him right now in your faces. I have been waiting for someone to remember his sacrifices. To take his heart into their hearts and hold them there and feel them deeply. I want you to make a sacrifice right now. I want you to go on a sacred run from Alaska to Panama. I want you to pray for six hours straight. I want you to go on a hunger strike. I am waiting for one of you to be a uniting leader, for one of you to bring the parts of our community together. I am looking for Cesar in the faces of our young people. I am looking for Cesar. He is looking for us, has been waiting for us to wake up, we have been waiting for Cesar to return to help us, and he has been here all this time. As we honor him and remember him many have forgotten to do what he did. I am waiting for us to honor our Filipino brothers and sisters, to unite again with them. I am looking for Cesar in your faces, waiting for you to call a huelga. I am waiting for all the danzantes to unite and dance under a common drum, to honor Cesar, to honor the Peace and Dignity runners. I am looking for Cesar Chavez. Have you seen him? Are you looking for him? Are you looking inside of yourselves? I am finding Cesar today. We are all Cesar. I see him everyday. I see him right now. I am him right now. He is standing here right now. He is weak from fasting and praying for us to love each other again, to lay down our differences. I am praying and will continue to pray for six straight hours. I am looking for Cesar Chavez. Have you seen him? Have you? Have you, have you, have you? Are you seeing him, are you looking? Do you believe you will find him? Copyright © 2006 by Diego Davalos "Mestisos Do Not Like Revolution" © by Diego Davalos ===> Click to Hear "Mestisos Do Not Like Revolution" by Diego Davalos Meztisos do not like revolution they like romantic illusions of past revolutions they want to drink tequila and shoot guns in the air to honor Zapata Juarez Villa they want to romanticize murals of Rivera and Siquieros they love the Zapatistas movement they love to wear Che Guevara they love to quote sub-commandante Marcos but meztisos do not like revolution they love the Raiders they love shaved heads love low riders home boys they love the violence and killing of the streets they are private warriors they are savage drunks they are rough husbands and brutal fathers Latinos Hispanics Mexicans Mexican’t coconuts brown outside white inside cremas fresas rico suaves delicados mimados dorados we like to shoot out of windows from a safe distance at our own people we do not like to make waves or start a revolution we are more likely to drive down revolucion ave. in TJ we love the sound of fireworks but we do not make a sound we do not complain except in private when we are full of beer piss margaritas weed speed we are brave as shit we love the distant fight talk constantly about jews blacks gays asians filipinos white woman black woman all woman we love to love and hate them love to complain but hate to do anything the brown people love to pick a fight with each other we do not want to ask the man to step outside we would rather fight our own cousin at a quince we love to hate our own familias we love to stay in our backyards and cook carne asada we love to talk shit about our neighbors about those with better jobs we love to hate each others we hate the arabs we hate the other never realize we are the other the brown gente hate to protect the earth la madre tierra we forgot we came from the earth that we are the color of the earth we go to the beach and stay on the towel or on the grass or hide from the sun or we might get too dark brown people hate the revolution takes too much time might miss the game we hate the price of beer weed gas food cable tv and entertainment we hate our own music and the music of others we hate the mistakes of our own children we forgot our own mistakes, we hate our own brownness./ The poem, "Mestisos Do Not Like Revolution" is an original work by Diego Davalos Copyright © 2006 by Diego Davalos "Save The Centro" © by Diego Davalos ===> Click to Hear "Save The Centro" by Diego Davalos save the centro i heard the chant save the nation bomb them to save them beat them to save them remember you remember this hurts me more than you we must bomb them to make them respect us we are better purer whiter browner more spiritual more jesus like than them more able to assimilate more independent more radical more just more we never did sell out like them tokens them coconuts if you cannot lick them then join them takes one to know one i am rubber you are glue what ever you say bounces off me and sticks to you sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me rain rain go away come again another day hell no we won’t go what do we want what do we get spare the rod spoil the child save them from them selves we have met the enemy and it is us badges do not have to show you no stinking badges i do not have to show you no chicano credentials shoot when you see the brown of their skin we will march we will shut them down we shall over come when in aztlan do as they do in aztlan hurry before its too late darkest before the dawn darkest near the border when you see the nopal on the forehead call the migra we come in peace el pueblo desunido siempre sera vencido el desmadre es our madre our mantra ain’t no drama like chicano drama we are united in our dislike of all those who do not share our own point of view si se puede tell me who you hang with i tell you who you are now is the time you say to take it back its in our blood its in our history its in our destiny its a fatal flaw in our genetic tragic comic novela double helix cosmic dysfunctional institutionalized racism classism meism play with my friends in my own sandbox gracias save it save it save it once when i was young i saved money used to believe that jesus would save me maybe you pray to la virgen to save you thought parents doctors soldiers would save you from the bogey man el cucui el cancer el communism or terrorism now who can save us save us save the centro who are we saving it for what are we saving it from and when we are there have supplanted the planted then what return to the status quo and how come no one saved it from us when you or them were screwing it up or was that ok and is that what we are saving? or is it now that they have it you just have to have it back and when you had it did someone want to take it from you too and who was saving it then and why did you not save it? or did you run it into the ground did you use it for your personal storage did you use it to promote yourself and store your own art did you or did you not and if we do manage to save it from them those women or that board how will you be different from the same people who lost it in the first place if someone had not fucked it up seems like we would not need to save it now try this right now, save yourself save your soul save the nation save the rain forest save the panda the spotted owl the polar ice caps from melting save social security save our world from islamic terrorists from christian fundamentalists but who will save us from chicano separatists from social stratification from racial disharmony who will save us from those who hate those who hate the Centro those who hate the chicano park steering committee those who hate this chicano prefer this chicano those who hate this chicana prefer this artista those who boycott not just grapes but people and now we are boycotting a building and we turn our aggression not against the police or the city of san diego or the terminator governor or the war bushes or the chargers padres gentrification petco who do we turn our collective internalized anger oppression to we turn it on each other we turn it on corporate sponsorship of the arts but who funds you who funds art who is art does the community even care about writers painters poets activists does the community support our elders our sacred places our ceremonies our way of life our way of prayer i want to save many things too lets start with saving our breath saving our time saving our children where were all of these people when the blue print for education was killing our students where are all the latinos when we are going off to war when recruiters are gobbling up our youth and taking them to iraq when our children are coming back from war damaged dead angry confused that's what i want to save yes its important to save history save memory save a building save tradition but lets not save our ignorance our stupidity our blindness less save our best for this time when we need to act collectively not in opposition not in confrontation not in anger not in aggression let us open our hearts let us open our mouths to pray i want to save a moment to pray for those fallen in war those sick from cancer those who cannot pay their bills i want to save those children trapped in classrooms built for testing i want to save them from boredom and save the centro of my own heart to pray for guidance and love and compassion for nancy and viviana let us save our love for them that we imagine oppose us and if there is confrontation and stagnation then let us build new spaces and save them from what is bad in us so that we do not have to keep saving our Centro from ourselves./ The poem, "Save The Centro" is an original work by Diego Davalos Copyright © 2006 by Diego Davalos "Low Riders" © by Jim Moreno ===> Click to Hear "Low Riders" by Jim Moreno The poem, "Low Riders," is an original work by Jim Moreno. Jim Moreno is a member of the Langston Hughes Poetry Circle. He teaches poetry at the Encanto Boys & Girls Club in southeast San Diego and with the Court and Community Schools. Moreno lives in City Heights with his daughter Marian and his Huskies Zorita, aka Foxy, and Butterscotch. Jim can be contact at: jimpoet@hotmail.com Low Riders Copyright © by Jim Moreno Hey Vato! Hey, tu vato! There's a place where The greens are deep emerald Like ancient Mayan jungles, Steaming after warm Indian rains. There's a place where The blues are crisp and clear Like deep blue Oaxaca summer skies, There's a place where the blacks Penetrate like black night jaguars Silently stalking trembling prey, There's a place where the crimson Reds gush hot eye lava warming Works of the best Chicano art, Works of the best Chicano artists Moving through heaving city night. You wanta see the works? You wanta see the works Of El Maestro, or Senor Cordero, Or Fat Rat, or El Jefe? You wanta see art from Los Cuatro Like Gibert Lujan, aka Magu? You wanta be in awe of Chicanosaurus? Victor Ochoa in the Chicano Thesaurus. You wanta see the work Of Chico Gonzalez, Or Adrian Hernandez, Or Jesse Valadez, Or Rigo Reyes? Aguas esse it’s gonna be beautiful! You wanta see some fine Mohair upholstery backing up Some fine wood grain instrument panels Fronting some fine velour swivel seats? Don't forget the fine wrinkle pleats, The diamond tucks, button tufts Looking real O.G. (Original Gangster) fine... I'm talking Lowriders, I'm talking tuck and roll interior, Chrome trim under hood With in line 6 for that perfect muffler sound, That deep bass vrooooommmmmm purr¾ Purr some more with your bad aftermarket hubs You used to pry off and put in the trunk when you Got to the dance, and then after you were loading Your chica bonita in your flame painted La Bomba You’d put those bad ass chrome boy hubs right back on. Lowriders esse... I'm talking Lowriders. Bajito Y suavecito Gitana Rosa, '64. La Cucaracha, '29. Mr. Rabbit & Twilight Zone, 1962. Afterlife, '93. El Gallo de Sinaloa, 1966 Zapatista 58, El Chicano, '38. Chico's 63. Lowriders, Not sand bagged, Or cement blocked, Or red hot springed, Or cut springed, But slammed to the floor elevator hydrolicked, fat man chrome-plated chain linked, '38 to '64, La Bomba or Traditional... Lowriders The symbol of ethnic pride statement, The symbol of resistance to assimilation, The symbol of Mexicano familias, The symbol of Mexicano communidad, The symbol of fiestas feliz, The symbol of life-giving fundraisers, The symbol of laugh at high society calaveras, High society ain't saints esse. Los Ricos pierce the red brown hand with the spike That gushes Otomi Indian blood into the tin funnel Funneling crimson waterfall Into bottle of no cork, no ferment chemical Cut-the-aftertaste-with-a-shot-of-agua street wine, Pachucos martyrs forced to drink to kill the pain After sword fell severing hands and heels, and hearts. Nasty NAFTA greedy green¾ bloody red, Jobless hungry brown town, Cut all the green trees down, And aren't those tiny slave children working NAFTA slave fields? And aren't those tired slave women working for 10 peso days? Neoliberal speculation cutting Mexicanos To the quick, to the wallet, to the heart, , NAFTA pintarrajo Mexicanos son muy sufridos, Not like lowrider painters painting for the people, Like David Avalos painted, Like Atzlan Rifa, Like Lord Enchilada, Like Colassus and the Bomba, Jose Eagle Painted reminding us to live las vida loca. Lowriders, Where the Amigos or the Groupe Cool Lowrider family clubs, Flash shiny continental kits, Fender skirts, fake bullet spot lights, In lowered stances with great "ghost" flames, Pinstriping or roses, 150 hand painted roses, Or a dead black chopped lead sled Screaming Chicano Pride! Chicano power! Chicano people. Hey, vato. Lowriders Assertive, Clean, Sharp dressers, Highly visible defiers of Marginalization, Rebelling against segregation. Lowriders, Contra racismo. Lowriders, Viva Mexicanos! Viva Chicanos! Viva Latinos! Muchos nombres, Una raza. Hey vato! Tu vato. Lowriders. Bajito y suavecito. Low and slow. Like the sleepy sun rising On bright colored tropic birds In steamy, ancient Mayan jungles, After warm Indian rains Have washed the blood land clean. Copyright © 2006 by Jim Moreno It Remains Prohibited by Pablo Neruda ===> Click to Hear "It Remains Prohibited" by Pablo Neruda The poem "It Remains Prohibited" by Pablo Neruda is translated and read by Frank Moreno Sifuentes Paulette Atencio I am so happy to introduce Paulette Atencio to the Nuestra Familia Unida podcast. Paulette is a Professional Story Teller and published author. Her webpage: http://www.pauletteatencio.com/ gives us the following information about her work: AWARDS Governor's Award for the Excellence in the Arts 2004 WESTAF Circuit Riders Award Named First Lady of the Chama Valley by the Beta Sigma Phi Sorority Women of Distinction Award by the NM Sangre de Cristo Girl Scouts Selected into Who's Who Among Hispanic Americans Inducted into Who's Who Among Hispanic Women Inducted into the International Institute of Professional and Business Women Associate of Art Degree in Culinary Arts Received the SST Positive Role Model Award Best Writer in Rio Arriba Award Pat on The Back Award for community service and keeper of culture & traditions RECOGNITION Recognition for Academic Achievement for Community Service from Albuquerque TVI Community College Recognition for a storytelling performance at the Status of Women Award Ceremony Contact information for Workshops or Performances: Paulette Atencio - (505) 756-2207 e-mail address:patencio@ravin.net ===> Click on this link to listen to "La Morena Linda" ===> Click on this link to listen to "The Little Match Girl" "The Other Pioneers," by Roberto Felix Salazar The poem, "The Other Pioneers," by Roberto Felix Salazar read by Margarita Vallazza, is from an anthology of Mexican American literature entitled We Are Chicanos. This book was compiled and edited by Philip D. Ortega, Ph. D., and published by Washington Square Press in 1973. ===> Click on this link to listen to "The Other Pioneers" Margarita Vallazza can be contacted at: TeaCozyGran@kc.rr.com "My Grandmother Would Rock Quietly and Hum," by Leonard Adame "My Grandmother Would Rock Quietly and Hum," by Leonard Adame read by Margarita Vallazza is a poem from the Chicano anthology From the Barrio, edited by Luis Omar Salinas and Lillian Faderman and published in 1973 by Canfield Press, a Department of Harper & Row, Publishers, Inc. ===> Click on this link to listen to "My Grandmother Would Rock Quietly and Hum" Margarita Vallazza can be contacted at: TeaCozyGran@kc.rr.com "The Grass Widow of the North" by Margarita Vallazza 'The Grass Widow of the North' is a title that is analogous to a hunting and gathering culture where the men of a tribe or village go hunting and their wives/women stay in a temporary communal hut...married women but without their men. Such women were known as "grass widows." When the hunters triumphantly return with their "trophies" of flesh, there is a huge celebration and all the people celebrate with a huge feast that culminates in the burning of hut. In this poem, this woman is apart from her husband because he's gone to look for work in the North. The words are also sound effects and, if you listen carefully, you can hear "La Llorona" in the wind and a reference to the children's rhyme, "Que llueva, que llueva, la Virgen en la cueva" I sang with my playmates when it rained. 'Tempus Fugit' Stopped in Its Tracks is an oxymoronic reference to time flying but going nowhere because it is stopped. The poem also refers to a popular 1930s song generally played on an accordian. The poem also refers to the Quetzalquatl legend and Malinche. 'Mexico' touches on the oil boom and resultant financial depression of the 1980s. ===> Click on this link to listen to Poetry by Margarita Vallazza Margarita Vallazza's book is out of print but she has a few copies available, contact her directly at: TeaCozyGran@kc.rr.com |
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