krŏn'ĭk-O's witnesses the trajectories reflected in intersecting front lines and encourages the exchanges and expressions of experiences, inspirations, and practical means of loving and living.
Author/Poet/Organizer, L.A. Profe, is a queer Oaxaqueña raised in the Venice Boardwalk. Initated by the streets of L.A. she comes from a long line of sidelined intellectuals, of displaced indigenous farmers, shaped and influenced by matriarchal figures of resistance.
i got a problem with people who are timid and tepid
faking their strength and masking their weakness
eating up stories of everlasting gores and scores of gold
that they forget why water is sold
cold
nature became a commodity
instead of a resource
i got a problem with me for having problems with others
but i ain't never too sour to hear myself utter excuse me miss i didn't mean to
cause some else was narrow minded
i got to slim my light
timidly mistake a friend for a foe
but if i wasn't a butch dyke
i guess i too
would be the hoe
that fits the shoe
of asking for it
not minding her own bizz
without the right to reserve the right to kiss
Stroke Quote:
Last words of Ohio man executed on Tuesday, December 08, 2009.
"My father, now I'm being paroled to heaven," Biros said.
I feel lost in translation
i know there is always an explanation that
gets me high on frustration
frustration of knowing better and choosing worse...
of wanting to boil down differences into similarities
all the meanwhile holding on to a truth that is more complex than
just single minded attitudes...
to ask questions that don't have answers, yet.
but the fact that they are voiced onto the universe projects
a deeper understanding by knowing there are ways to go about learning
that we have yet to comprehend...
SLINGSHOT HIP HOP
what does it say about the essence of hip hop when images translate concepts and notions without understanding the language in which these are articulated?
what does it mean when baggy attire is still consumed internationally to demarcate hip hop yet the new bone thugs and harmony album cover has them all suited and booted? ooh the good all days...
in trying to attempt to understand the road ahead, I look back at the roots of our desire to challenge and challenge over again to plenitude what we have come to qualify as our truth.
Maybe I didn’t understand him right away, or why he blew up when a young tod stepped on his foot. It was the disrespect, the disregard. I asked him to be honest about where it was coming from. To be honest that it wasn’t just another little brat on the bus messing his ride home.
Oh yes, a blog a about state enmity, it started as hostility.
It made my day though, amongst other things. Another black brother stood firmly from his seat once the young kid got off. He made eye contact with the other older black brother. A smirk set it off. The brother standing up, wearing a blue tank, tight pants, and pretty firm for being 53 asked him why he handled the situation the way he did. The smirked fucked with the brother sitting down, who evidently was disrespecting his elder, as he was only 51. And of course, the brother standing up calling his actions “acting like a little girl” didn’t help any. It was hilarious, an exchange of crotch grabbing every chance the brother sitting down felt threatened. I was surprised when the brother standing up was accused, like if it was a crime, of being a faggot and didn’t react. Instead he took his mouthpiece, dentures, out of his mouth and said, “your girl would roll over twice with these ”and then proceeded to grab his man piece and say “this is your homosexual”l- the conversation then turned against the last woman the man sitting down had been with. A debate about trickery of all sorts resulted.
The man sitting down made a good point, though I don’t think his fuck you’s to the bus allowed for others to really hear him. When he first got on the bus, he took two seats next to me, put his bag on one, and spread his legs wide covering both seats. What was lost was his response to the brother standing up when he was accused of taunting a little boy, he said to him “well what’s that little boy going to grow up to be? A man right? So I’m going to treat him like one.”
The irony was that when the brother wearing blue got off, the brother sitting down changed seats, to my right. The aisle reclining to the back of the bus. When he did, he pushed his bag on me and I said, excuse you. That’s how I got to know a little more about the man who had a sliced scar across his neck. The man who screamed faggot to the brother wearing blue and who confessed his own daughter had come out to him and confused him a couple of months later by announcing she was with child. A man who was tired. A man who later on, while making my way home, waiting for the bus off of Spring I saw again. It made sense. He shared the nuances of black and brown.
Before I let you go, while buying incense off of 6th/L.A. and hassling debit or credit for an $8 purchase at a place that had a minimum of $10 purchase to use my card I met a brother who identified as a moor. Funny me, the first thing I said to him “yes I studied them (I remember this being one of the most fascinating facts I learned during my last quarter in college, they had some sick Don Quijote looking suits,-the closest pic to the archive shown to me that I could find- they were the royalty and the brute face of African royalty)They were the ones who owned slaves” he said yeah “we sold ourselves onto slavery”. I forget his name, but not his impression and grace, and amazing character. Funny, it was the“uncle sam stole our land” shirt that broke the ice between us.
I asked the brother sitting down when I ran into him again if he was doing better. He had a cig and a cell phone and pointed to both and said “yea much, I just went to drop my bag off”
Skidrow was cleaning up for tonights ARTWALK. So funny how white people are roaming the streets getting ready for the nightlife as poor bodies are pushed out; all so the same people they see on their way to the party don’t mess up their funk on their way back home.
We got off on the same stop. The last of the 33 at 6th/Main. I always like to shake hands to close an encounter. To seal our destiny. Synchronize the road. He was a hustler, a survivor of all sorts. I appreciate him. I shared my name. His name was Willy.
UC Rivas representin', props to the united social justice front alliance at rivas, concerned with communicating priorities that protect the basic human rights of education and the loss of great soldiers to the proliferation of a prison nation.
Taiwan today remains under [the U.S.] military government. another kidnapped country at least those crazy baldheads are going to be chase out of the town soon perhaps, even if embassy's serve as defense platoons bar wires and con man contraband can't brake sovereign lands
stay tune...
WHAT? I would imagine this would be headlining everything today, considering how much coverage there was for his failed attempts, interesting. Haters, I guess we're fatalist and only like to hear of someone when they are down...
Hilary as always, reminding Mr. Zelaya's return to not invite violence. Y que es lo que ha pasado, voto arrebatado, sin juzgado ni mero mero aliados.
Mr Zelaya's return took officials by surprise, with Mr Micheletti at first denying the deposed leader was in the country
who's your dealer honey?
anti-communist
but we'll take your money
chump and change
but no more than one can remain
so overpopulate my mind
bloat it so that someone staggers
in time
like a lullaby rhyme
that doesn't seem to tie
the male order brides
the landmines
the cleansing
that has purified imports for exports
one child at a time...
Thought I share some of the heaviness I have been encountering as I become intimate with the construction and manifestation of violence against women (not only physical, but mentally, political, and so forth).
I have every intention to unmask the penetration of public violence into the private sphere, and the cultivation of antagonistic and hostile attitudes towards women in order to eradicate and disrupt the essence of la cultura, la familia, y la tierra. this is genocide. and this is why femicide is to be examine. though particular to a context of strategic antiwoman bias, it starts small, the violence, the abuse, and slowly it creeps into our consciousness when as a society we have to point the finger and say we do not stand idly by chris and bobby browns. yet we cultivate this reality every day, every day we invite it, every day we encourage it, privileged to do so, with our silence..
English: A Language of Rape There are 220 words for a sexually promiscuous woman and only 20 for an equally promiscuous man in the English language. (from the book, Transforming a Rape Culture, 2005)
written in social policy 2nd domestic terror threat
revolutionary minds of intellect
FBI acquitted to standardized who is not with it- congressional testimony
admitting that as organized bodies grew in force
state reinforced what it was made of
1970: Gunned down Jackson and Kent State protests against Vietnam
1971: George Jackson fever spread, killed by guards, soul on ice as Attica bled
6.5 on parole or probation
skip a beat don't line up for detention
instead get a ticket to prison nation
Stop the Tickets
Monica Garcia
Stop the Tickets
ride the trill of being profiled enough that
no one remembers what it means for you to be inside
why? i didn't do the crime, and if he/she did, then they should do the time
pay a dime
to the welfare of
perdition
a looming and elusive presence
outfiting the essence of rendition,
until from east to west
kanye king kongs
swift at best
in the eyes of those who said
they finally put race to rest
Flip this world on its head, an egotistical black man interrupts the glory of an innocent young white girl, and...?
"Dealing with the fact that I hurt someone or took anything away, you know, from a talented artist-or from anyone -because I only wanted to help people,"- E-Online
I wonder how quickly they will start booing reverse racism?
"not the human capacity for evil, but the human capacity for good. . . . On this first National Day of Service of Remembrance, we can summon once again that ordinary goodness of America"
de veras? esto, this, i believe, es lo que mas me incomoda de el Obama- is what makes me most uncomfortable about Obama
Obama, administration officials pay tribute to 9/11 victims
'Let us renew our resolve against those who perpetrated this barbaric attack,' the president says on the first National Day of Service and Remembrance.
"We pay tribute to the service of a new generation, young Americans raised in a time of peace and plenty, who saw their nation in a time of need and chose to serve," Obama said, with a few preacher's words for the assembly: "Scripture teaches us a hard truth: The mountains may fall and the Earth may give way, the flesh and the heart may fail, but after all our suffering God and grace will restore you and make you firm, solid and steadfast."
2nd Wk of August 09 An empirical analysis of an Empire
quaint sentences charging taxes dumbfounded we try to weigh out our losses hold on to a system that builds its empire on the desire of joy and laughter looking at life happily ever, but always after the rain, the unselfish laying ground for the yard on route to freedom petitioners like another cumbersome AWOL soldier rendition U.S. Attorneys stepping down Bronx beauties swearing in back stabbings looking for growers cursing suppliers and prowlers the lucky charm is the divide and conquer race war that riots poor and working class people into victims of uprisings it comes true when you have the rest of your life sentenced out to you when the measure of a man pipelines her into a career criminal staring in the rear view mirror of the always watching always stopping world of supervised strikes and lights outs materialistic pardons penalties and pain appealing clemency "I had been to jail before, but I always went in with release dates. Your vision is, 'I just gotta make it to this date.' But then, there was no date"
Freebie Freestyle Reporting on the other end, analysts say "I think that's where you start to get some deviance from what was thought of as being appropriate during the height of the crime wave, which was 1992-93 for most states, and today with our historic low crime rates." How fitting, isn't it great how life discloses rhymes to make sense of the logic of killing millions without penitence? parole or probation fuck your education! taunting us into a straight jacket of restraints why do they seek human improvisation to bankrupt stories, fools got us confused... resources reeling from the horrific master tools making sunshine out of rapes and abducted limelights slipping mile radius to turn the love off looking for more loss will make you reflect goes the moral of the punishment growing with shame, profiled and misplaced "If they harassed me less maybe i would come to school" he says turning the flicker of the youth into the flame of Chino riot news
when there is no reaction there will be no time for more extended life prison terms calls the rabbit hole steadily grows knocking inside the walls that encloses societal force to forge the bad into the difficult to brunt cities with G.I. Joe and G-Force idealists keeping a lid on crime and precious moments the beginning of our children's end to never be seen again
always an inspiration to have universal foundation
Article 25. (1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control. (2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assistance. All children, whether born in or out of wedlock, shall enjoy the same social protection
