Archive for the ‘Luis Alberto Urrea’ Tag

We Struggle Together   1 comment

We Stroggle Together-72We Struggle Together — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“listen to the clock
listen, to time, listen
to rattler’s warning maracas
listen, like the culebra, with
your tongues:
listen like rocks
listen to snow
hear it: hear it, mi gente, all
of it—hear the hate when its splashes,
the love when it weeps
listen to the rail lines ringing
listen to the cymbal sizzle of weeds,
the grito of wind
cutting around locked gates, palomas,
rummy wino’s holy Halsted cough
listen”

— from the poem Listen by Luis Alberto Urrea

Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro Cactus   Leave a comment

Madera CanyonCactus Wren Atop A Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne

Despairing of God
I went to the desert
to seek my own saint.

— from Sonoran Desert Sutras by Luis Alberto Urrea

Sun Bathing Saguaro   Leave a comment

Saguaro Sun blogSun Bathing Saguaro — Image by kenne

“The sky peeled back for a moment,
and a weak ray of sunset spilled over the scene
like the diseased eye of some forgetful god —
the light bearing with it cold in place of heat.” 

― Luis Alberto Urrea, Into the Beautiful North

Mayo Woman   2 comments

Flatbread Woman (1 of 1) art blogMayo Woman Alamos, Sonora– Computer Art by kenne

She had no poems —

learned alone to sing out

our summer sorrows.

— Sonoran Desert Sutras by Luis Alberto Urrea

 

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Full Moon Over The Sea of Cortez   Leave a comment

Moon Setting at Guaymas (1 of 1) blogFull Moon Over The Sea Of Cortez (January 25, 2016) Image by kenne

I had a paper moon. Stamped and certified. Mine was

a colonia moon, a barrio moon, a suburban moon. I

knew where I was, where I was supposed to be, where

I was allowed to go, and that was anywhere. We lived

the outhouse moon, the tortilla moon, the channel

12 bullfight Tijuana moon. And then we migrated 

north, like monarchs, following the light.

. . . My moon rose over tidy houses. 

— from the poem “Codex Luna” by Luis Alberto Urrea

Sonoran Desert Sunrise   3 comments

sunrise-1-of-1-7-blog ISonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne

Despairing of God, I came to the desert seeking saints.
The tongue of the tribe sleeping in my family
whispers spiny songs: chumpaco / place where they killed
the dogs: huirives / bird: bacochibampo / the water of the
serpents: bajeribampo / water of the lizards: cuirimpo /
the place of the drummers.

— from 48 Roadsongs by Luis Alberto Urrea

Grunge Art Window   1 comment

Window (1 of 1) grunge art blogGrunge Art Window by 

In Tijuana
they said Juárez
was the pueblo where old
whores went to die, where
25 cent bought flesh

by the river, no
body loved you,Sister —
so close to  Texas
so far from
Revolución.

— from “Siege Communiqué” by Luis Alberto Urrea

Border Crossing   Leave a comment

De Anza TrailBorder Crossing — Image by kenne

Definition

Illegal Alien, adj. / n.

A term by which
An invading colonial force

Vilifies
Indigenous cultures

By identifying them as
An invading colonial force.

— Luis Alberto Urrea

Boy In Window   1 comment

Boy In Window (1 of 1) art_edit blog“Boy in Window” — Image by kenne

The medicine man
said, “I will give you a dream” —
gave me green rock: dreams.

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Teresita came
walking from the other side,
brought me white flowers.

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San Xavier del Bac
lit Teresita candles
hillside holy hours.

— from Sonoran Desert Sutras by Luis Alberto Urrea

“. . . listen like saguaros listening to cactus wrens”   1 comment

7 Falls (1 of 1) sepia blogSonoran Desert Moonscape — Image by kenne

. . . listen like a mountain

listen like saguaros listening

to cactus wrens, coyotes, night

owl: listen like the owl

listen like the owl’s prey

jittery in rocks beneath bighorn’s

clocking feet: listen to the clock

listen to time, listen

to rattler’s warning maracas

listen, like the culebra, with

your tongues . . .

listen

carnales listen

to the hymn of it, the lie of it, the

prayer of it, the voices

singing our names: listen

it’s our story, it’s our song,

you’ve got to hear it — 

listen.

— from Listen, by Luis Alberto Urrea

The Sky Peeled Back . . .   1 comment

Sunset (1 of 1)-10_blog“The Sky Peeled Back” (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne

The sky peeled back for a moment,
and a weak ray of sunset 
spilled over the scene 
like the diseased eye 
of some forgetful god — 
the light bearing with it 
cold in place of heat.

― Luis Alberto Urrea, from Into the Beautiful North

The Tucson Festival of Books (Click here to learn more) is this weekend, March 14th & 15th. There are a lot of reasons to attend this event, high on the my list is to attend a tribute to Chuck Bowden, a southwest literary legend. Bowden died last August at age 69 here in Tucson. One of the panel members will be author and friend, Luis Alberto Urrea.

Tony Davis writes in today’s Arizona Daily star:

“In 1993, just after Luis Alberto Urrea’s first book Across the Wire: Life and Hard Times on the Mexican Border hit the shelves, Urrea got a 6 a.m. call at his San Diego home from a gruff, gravelly voice.” 

“The caller said, ‘This is Chuck Bowden. I stayed up all night reading your book. You own me money.’

I asked why. He said, ‘Because I ordered 40 copies for my friends,’ Urrea recalled.”

I first learned of Urrea when he appeared on Bill Moyers’ Moyers and Company in 2012, during which he read from his epic poem, Ghost Sickness, about the death of his father. 

I continue working at becoming a better student of these two great writers.

kenne

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