FYI: Song Book For Liberation, chapbook via Aztatl Garza

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From: Aztatl Garza <aztatlxikano@gmail.com>
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From: Aztatl Garza <aztatlxikano@gmail.com>
Date: Sat, Jul 17, 2010 at 12:04 PM
Subject: Fwd: Song Book For Liberation, chapbook
To: Aztatl Garza <aztatlxikano@gmail.com>

new chapbook release by a wobbly :

Song Book For Liberation ~

collected, dissected, selected prose, poetry, graphic art ~

             of Aztatl, 1982-2010  155 pages

         75 poems/39 graphics & illustrations

 

Fronteras Nortenas Trilogy excerpt

one:

ay sweltering San Antonio varrio tan lindo see how fresh

your memory remains deep en el corazon warm por

rumbos conocidos donde vive la gente trabajadora

el circulo, "La Lomita" que se llama el southern-most colonia

nuestro pueblo Mexicano-Chicano. Alli donde summer cicada/

hummingbird song movements stir bright orange marigolds

then vanish into abandoned 2 room wood and corrugated steel

roof home near abandoned railroad tracks, rattle snakes and

aging pecan orchards - dinosaur migrant routes run

through that special place old as Pachamama Herself

 

somos tambien los survivors of Ecorse/southwest Detroit

barrio project days of fire trap wooden military housing

compadrazgo homes out of which steam sweet spicy odor

de chile verde, beef, pork y pinto bean tamales/bailes

escandalosos toda la santa Nochebuena ...

 

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Great Aunt Rafaela Sanchez

 

dreams

shooting stars

camouflaged

brown green horned lizards tanning themselves

under scalding south Texas stones the syllables I use

were born inside you tia Rafaela the millenia-aged

secrets de cultura are stored in the genes dormant

for a time in one generation to emerge in the next;

 

safely preserved in the nuance syntax of ritual language

the hardy perennial seed of origins waits patiently

for the soak of water or a carefull niche scored by time

and experience into its toughened dark skin to encourage

germination at precisely the proper moment

 

it only takes a moment does it not

to thank the blessed beauty and

abundance which surrounds us

 

the Sacred Hoop of Life

cannot be broken except

in the mind of our own imagination

 

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La Reconquista

 

You approached us then

in the forties and fifties

from the fields and factories,

vowing your strength/even

your life for La Causa, the union.

When the smoke cleared instead

the remedy to cure the disease

of slavery dispensed in small doses.

 

You approached us next

in the sixties and seventies

from the homes and universities

with your knowledge, your mind

your heart and extended embrace,

and again we failed to understand.

We chose instead seperation

perpetual disconnection we were

afraid that your philosophy

was better than ours.

 

We are in the eighties

approaching the nineties

and you must try again-

men, women, and children together

with our expertise of past ages,

with the healing incantations

of our sacred Mother Tongue,

with intuition, imagination, love

and the same strength that mothered

and tended el movimiento - the struggle,

a southerly vibrant wind; green

                                        white

                                        red

                                        wild flowers

                                        all over Aztlan.

 

                                                          1988

 

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Road Love Poem  #1 excerpt

 

It was your green sweat shirt,

the one you lent me with the hood

against the early morning chill,

with your enticing woman musk

scent still attached to every fiber

             (of my being)

that made me fall in love

with you all over again.

 

Aroma feel of your moist passionate

most perfect body filled my nostrils

inhaling thick lavendar & sandlewood 

carnal cosmic air saturated

sultry afternoon muskrat love.

 

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La Chicanada  excerpt

 

..................blood    saliva

fear  hunger  poverty  racism  indignities

our young minds could not comprehend,

painted red the bar room floor a bright

holiday pinata  "splish !  splash !  I was

taking a bath" number 1 on the hit parade

modern minimalist pain - ting

without a warning Huey

he be crazy white boy

devilish grin he be colored plasma purple

barrio Friday night teenage life glowing

Huey he be down proud Chicano brown...

 

[after birth] :

brother Phil and Andrew Lopez went to Santo

Domingo with the 82nd Airborne, Marcelino "Nino"

Hernandez, Rudy "tootie fruitee" Perez and Dougie

Pinson on the buddy plan wound up grunts in different

parts of Vietnam- Dougie on returning became a cop

 

Jesus "Jessie - Chuy" Villalobos and Frankie "Jughead"

Chavez failed the army entrance examination continued

nightly appearances at Vegas Bar, Ecorse, Michigan

with all night weekend drinking philosophical fishing trips,

cousin John "Stilleto" Garza married moved to San Antonio -

later seperated changed his gender to the dismay of la

familia and cousin Raymond the body builder promised

to turn me into the first Chicano all star to win the Mister

Universe title, he died in Del Rey working class Mexican

Hungarian suberb of Detroit, under the first winter storm

a single bullet to the back of the head left in a parking lot

not discovered until the spring thaw we thought he had

left Detroit, the killer was never arrested...

so much for those loco dreams eh ?

 

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De Lo Buena excerpt

 

Alvin Jones

McCoy Tyner

Joe Henderson

Ron Carter

jazz quartet

metaphor for life

broken Night Train

fine wine homeless bottles

'Nam war at home broken cliche's 

 

...I was born hip

San Antonio raised hip

from brown gravy barbacoa mix

of Pedro Infante-Mariachi Vargas-

Flaco Jimenez-Little Joe y La Familia...

 

alive hip in a Motown Mack Avenue-

Woodward-Willis sidestreet- Ornette

Coleman search for the tone of Saturday

night; Chaka Kahn-Blue Rondo A La Turk

scat hip asi que a Xikano beat poet

 

post graduate of southwest Detroit

School of Barrio circumstance

neither by choice you understand

most times it was up to the blues

to decide what is hip...hip trip

                                             hipper than hip

                                    for the anguished spirit

                                    for the too-cool head

                                    for the ones left behind

                                     

                                    boogie woogie

                                    be-bop night tapestry

                                    albuquerque all star galaxy

                                    blues tint wounds...

                                    passion is the melody that

                                    scrambles to reassemble...

 

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Untitled

 off the cuff the things we do reflect

the things we understand the least,

the air is filled with floating Cotonwood seeds,

flying, becoming an Erika Higgens sonnet

to rebellion in the streets, black sooted faces

from struggle and sweet precious love songs...

 

from those cumbersome off notes the wind

trying to find itself a home, or al least a place

to rest while the remainder of the tune catches up-

becomes a whirlwind, or a delicate afternoon breeze;

I am prepared for this, the smile is real, the reaching

out to embrace you is not a wish in a dream

 

nor do I seek compensation,

                      justification

                      recrimination

                      or explanation

I will honor you

respect you

love you

 

without regret 

 

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OLD mAN cOYOTE excerpt

 

when animals were people too,

the earth green, the sky still blue,

shape shifter magician ogre Navaho

Ma'i is charming mix human animal,

trickster-

transformer-

culture hero-

outer ego grossly erotic, always hungry,

vain, greedy, cunning, impulsive,

creative, adaptable, his unreliable

 

uncontrolable urge to leave town

without suitcase or money;

 

if coyote did not fullfill these roles

then those things would never get done...

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