Fire In Her Eyes

Of desire, a pause before her pleasure / to pour over her body the calm of cool waters that / ease her delicate frame into / a rising storm of relentless flames / a sea of fire perfectly encircling her every position / a flickering vision within the iris of her imagination / an eloquent tongue wet with warm ink / sinking beneath the smooth parchment of her skin / the healing heat of his private passion / poetic, deep, and attentive / articulating the flowing moans of her heart swirling in motion / gently surrounded by the lava of her lingering eyes.

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{Image by mle@photofool.com, Words by XicanoRebel}

Bruno Extraordinaire

We miss you, little buddy.  Hope you are resting peacefully.

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{Image by one unknown Gurulé}

Quiet Desperation

Henry Thoreau: The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Bill Withers: I would like to know how it feels for my desperation to get louder.

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{Image by Unknown}

Rooting Out Violence

Today marks the 14th year anniversary of the “International Day Against Police Brutality”. While it is expected that protestors will stage demonstrations in select cities such as Switzerland, Montreal, and Seattle, continued support for such an event is merely one public reaction to the abuse of power in the name of civility.

Police brutality is a heated subject that affects everyone, and corruption continues to pervade law enforcement globally. Violence breeds violence, and the instruments we support to end violence often promote violence.

Protesting is a vital necessity for civilly combating the abuses of society. However, the methods that citizens use to address abuse are also subject to debate given the potential for more violence to escalate. The reactionary nature of taking up arms and destroying public property does very little to calm the storm of aggression that has caused public disdain in the first place. There is also the power of speech. Is it a genuine solution to proliferate words that can be interpreted as hateful? Rhetoric can incite violent action, but it is also a cathartic exercise of expression that can deter physical violence.

However complex and controversial the overall issue of police brutality might be, it is clear that abuse of any kind within our communities must be directly and immediately addressed by methods that attempt to advance justice and peace with integrity.

In the age of quickly accessed and easily discarded information, many stories of abuse often fall below the surface, yet deeply affect the communities where they occur. We must strive to educate ourselves on the issues that weigh down others in situations of oppression and poverty.

Art is an effective instrument for addressing the ills of society, but due to complex and unforeseen forces, the boundaries are rarely crossed commercially. There is a general fear of being outspoken on difficult issues, and often voices are silenced in exchange for illusory comfort. Nevertheless, artists have the capacity through their craft to challenge each of us to investigate important issues however unsettling they might be and inspire us to work for genuine change.

Below is a 10 minute video for the song “Clap (One Day)” by Pharoahe Monch promoting the official release of his album, W.A.R. (We Are Renegades), on Tuesday, March 22, 2011. He draws the listener into a scenario where an innocent person has lost his life to a violent police raid, spurring on the community to react with a haunting response.

Pharoahe Monch – “Clap (One Day)”

Verse 2: “We went from niggers to porch monkeys to negroes to blacks back to niggers again, yet niggas is still hungry. / Abolish the N-Word, the plan so corny, while homeland security cams are all on me. / They watch through the fiber optics.  It dawns on me that cops can just run in your spot quick without warning. / They educate the masses to follow, it’s so boring.  I sat in the back of the class, asleep snoring. / And they ask me why I’m vocal and animate. Cause I lost my focus like Governor Paterson. / In the ghetto, where it’s impossible to escape, and the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen. / Spear chucker fuck that.  I toss javelins of five thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison. / This is an American Post-Mortem.”

Pharoahe creates hip-hop that artistically and politically pushes back, challenging the status quo with lyrics that persuade the listener to focus on topics that are not easy to sweep under the rug. His defiance can be easily discarded as angry ranting, but the picture is far more complex and intense. His purpose is to give you an unadulterated, unfiltered lyrical snapshot so that you can experience a myriad of emotions and thoughts, whether positive or negative.

Here is another powerful video for the song, “Gun Draws”, that addresses the disturbing consequence of gun violence.

At the end of his video for the song, “Gun Draws,” Pharoahe states: “We have undoubtedly become desensitized to death through senseless violence, whether perpetrated by or committed against us. This is my effort to help awaken the unconscious and nourish the youth.”

We must continue to utilize the gifts and abilities that we have been given as individuals to end violence through a collective and creative non-violent force.

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{Image of Amadou Diallo mural Unknown, Words by XicanoRebel}

No Illusions

For Elderly, Echoes of War’s Horrors

I stare at the words, but they don’t make sense.

I try to find myself in them, but the thought seems reprehensible.

My stomach sickens as I read about the elders left behind in the panic.

Nevertheless, I won’t allow myself to believe that I am among the affected.

I can’t put myself there.

The evil of narcissism.  This is and isn’t about me.

The good of solidarity.  It is very much about us all.

As others are suffering more in the midst of devastation, I am suffering less in the luxury of comfort.

The soft touch keys on my laptop mock all feelings of empathy, pointing out the ease at which I navigate information, as I digest a collapsing world while resting comfortably in my chair.

My right eye twitches from staring greedily at the screen.

I close my eyes for a moment to steal another deep breath.

I imagine the catastrophic waves as they crash heavily down, but my conscience reveals the betrayal of an adjacent bed with warm blankets to cover my every intention.

I turn on music to ease my guilt.  A piano loop laced beneath the beat relaxes my spirit, further enveloping me in the illusion of sympathy.

The news from Japan is immensely sad, but my eyes do not shed a single tear. A strange and monstrous indictment of my compassion.

I recall the words I have exchanged publicly with others since first learning of the tragedy. I realize how casually they have traveled in conversation, mostly used to break the silent pauses between talk of more immediate pleasures.

Knowledge is never the same as experience.

At the airport, I saw a Japanese woman staring at her phone with sorrowful eyes, the tears held back by a story I will never know.

Maybe it’s better that way.

While the mind is confused, the heart is grieving.

Please forgive my inhumanity.  I want to be with you in your suffering, but my illusions won’t let me.

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{Original Image by Yomiuri / Alteration of Image by XicanoRebel, Words by XicanoRebel}

In Flight

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{Images by XicanoRebel}

Flying Lotus – “Slow It Down”

Stay tuned for the SG freestyle, hehe.

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