cholaghoul:


Hello everyone! Today is the launch of our gofundme for CHIFLADAparty!! This is an event that will take place in San Antonio, TX at the end of November or the beginning of December. We want this to be the start of these sorts of events across the the U.S. We want to create communities of creative latinxs everywhere. 
Along with the party, we also want to raise money for the physical zines we want to print! These zines will include our favorite posts of CHIFLADA Issues 1-5. This money will also go towards making the t-shirts, patches, and stickers we want to make for the party as well! 
CHIFLADAzine is something uniquely important because it is a safe space for everyone, especially Latinxs, to showcase their artwork, poetry, prose, photography, films, etc. This CHIFLADAparty will be the beginning of creating artistic spaces for young poets, artists, musicians, writers, vendors, etc. across San Antonio. Latinx voices are typically underrepresented in the media, especially Latina voices. Through CHIFLADAparty, these Latinxs will have a space to come together and have their voices heard. We believe this is important because Latinx representation is important. If you agree, then this is why you should pledge! The event space is approximately $500 to rent, plus $1,000 for food, decor, vendors, and music. The most costly expense will be the physical copy of CHIFLADA which will cost around $1,500 since we will print over a hundred copies and the pages will be in color. Another $1,000 will cover the The CHIFLADA T-Shirts, patches, and stickers.
If you donate from, we’ll be sure to send you a copy of the physical zine! Let us know if you donated so we can mail the rewards out to you! 
read more about our project on our gofundme page!! please donate! we’d appreciate it! 
if you prefer not to donate to gofundme for personal reasons, you can also donate to us at our paypal


im going to be annoying about this until everyone donates pls

cholaghoul:

Hello everyone! Today is the launch of our gofundme for CHIFLADAparty!! This is an event that will take place in San Antonio, TX at the end of November or the beginning of December. We want this to be the start of these sorts of events across the the U.S. We want to create communities of creative latinxs everywhere. 

Along with the party, we also want to raise money for the physical zines we want to print! These zines will include our favorite posts of CHIFLADA Issues 1-5. This money will also go towards making the t-shirts, patches, and stickers we want to make for the party as well! 

CHIFLADAzine is something uniquely important because it is a safe space for everyone, especially Latinxs, to showcase their artwork, poetry, prose, photography, films, etc. This CHIFLADAparty will be the beginning of creating artistic spaces for young poets, artists, musicians, writers, vendors, etc. across San Antonio. Latinx voices are typically underrepresented in the media, especially Latina voices. Through CHIFLADAparty, these Latinxs will have a space to come together and have their voices heard. We believe this is important because Latinx representation is important. If you agree, then this is why you should pledge! 

The event space is approximately $500 to rent, plus $1,000 for food, decor, vendors, and music. The most costly expense will be the physical copy of CHIFLADA which will cost around $1,500 since we will print over a hundred copies and the pages will be in color. Another $1,000 will cover the The CHIFLADA T-Shirts, patches, and stickers.

If you donate from, we’ll be sure to send you a copy of the physical zine! Let us know if you donated so we can mail the rewards out to you! 

read more about our project on our gofundme page!! please donate! we’d appreciate it! 

if you prefer not to donate to gofundme for personal reasons, you can also donate to us at our paypal

im going to be annoying about this until everyone donates pls

Frank O'Hara - Song
1,185 plays

aspiringivory:

Frank O’Hara, 1965, reading his poem Song-

Is it dirty
does it look dirty
that’s what you think of in the city

does it just seem dirty
that’s what you think of in the city
you don’t refuse to breathe do you

someone comes along with a very bad character
he seems attractive. is he really. yes very
he’s attractive as his character is bad. is it. yes

that’s what you think of in the city
run your finger along your no-moss mind
that’s not a thought that’s soot

and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don’t refuse to breathe do you

mangoestho:

June Jordan reads “Song of the Law Abiding Citizen”

I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED
GENOCIDE TO STOP
I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED AFFIRMATIVE
ACTION AND REACTION
I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED MUSIC
OUT THE WINDOWS
I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED
NOBODY THIRST AND NOBODY
NOBODY COLD
I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED I WANTED
JUSTICE UNDER MY NOSE
I SAID I LOVED YOU AND I WANTED
BOUNDARIES TO DISAPPEAR
I WANTED
NOBODY ROLL BACK THE TREES!
I WANTED
NOBODY TAKE AWAY DAYBREAK!
I WANTED NOBODY FREEZE ALL THE PEOPLE ON THEIR
KNEES!

I WANTED YOU
I WANTED YOUR KISS ON THE SKIN OF MY SOUL
AND NOW YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME AND I STAND
DESPITE THE TRILLION TREACHERIES OF SAND
YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME AND I HOLD THE LONGING
OF THE WINTER IN MY HAND
YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME AND I COMMIT
TO FRICTION AND THE UNDERTAKING
OF THE PEARL

YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME
YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME

AND I HAVE BEGUN
I BEGIN TO BELIEVE MAYBE
MAYBE YOU DO

I AM TASTING MYSELF
IN THE MOUNTAIN OF THE SUN

June Jordan, INTIFADA INCANTATION: POEM #8 FOR b.b.L. (via mudras)
John Ashbery - They dream only of America/ They dream a miracle
145 plays

afrosonics:

They dream

They dream 

They dream     They dream  only 

                         They dream on we     They dream on we   they dream on we                      

                          They dream only of America      

                                                       They dream only of a miracle  

                                         They dream on, we   

They dream 

They dream

rheeplay:

Blue at the Louvre.

Beyoncé ft. Nicki Minaj  - I'm Coming Out [Live Version]
151,619 plays

sarahcerta:

hey writing community how about we ‪#‎tbt‬ to that time Kat Dixon made a domestic violence relief fundraiser and then we all forgot about it ‘cause idk why.

I was forced to forget about it by the man himself but idk why everyone else forgot.

also to everyone who donated to the initial…

beachsloth:

im scared by Moon Temple

                Moon Temple goes for the creepy with this, her most eerie YouTube masterpiece. The music playing in the background makes it uncomfortable as if it is a requiem for fallen cigarette ashes. Recorded on an antique camera the quality is quite poor at time with a great amount of background noise coming into the mix. Upon further views it is revealed that perhaps the background noise is designed to be that way like the surreal sonic landscapes of “Eraserhead” a famous film by a weird guy of Finnish ancestry. 

                The film starts out in the middle of things. Moon Temple takes a flame to her cigarette. The cigarette shutters at first then finds itself ablaze in a blaze of glory. Such glory is fleeting as the cigarette begins to watch itself die. Moon Temple expresses no sympathy for the poor cigarette. Throughout the film Moon Temple expresses hardly any emotion at all opting instead for a blank hardened stare that permeates everything around her. Perhaps her stare is so intense that she is actually sitting outside in sunlight yet the blackened pitch of her soul acts as a black hole sucking the light down into it never to be seen again. However cool that might be that is probably not the case. 

                Ghostly piano joins her trying and failing to keep her company. The music continues to play unaware of the circumstances surrounding young Moon Temple. Darkness falls over her as she stares emotionless at the camera trying her best to replicate the emotionlessness of early Andy Warhol films trying hard to stay cool. Thankfully it is remarkably easy for her to stay cool as she maintains her composure for the duration of the film. 

                Barely anything happens. This is the point of the film a reflection on the quiet moments in life that rarely get enough attention. Devoting several minutes to the passage of time works wonders for Moon Temple and allows the view to gaze upon her stoic face. With a cigarette twirling around it trying to make things smoky the atmosphere is heavy as Moon Temple breathes it all in happy to taste a little victory. Gradually her face disappears leaving only the lit cigarette as the only light. At the finale the cigarette becomes a moon of sorts giving the darkness a little light. Obviously the darkness appreciates it and wishes for a little nightlight through all the darkened times.

fabiolaching:

Guest Artist: Zsuzsanna Domenika Ihar
Zsuszanna is our Guest Artist and for the next three weeks, we’ll break down a few of her favourite pieces, get into her studio, and a peak into her life in Rural Tuscany via diary entries and photos and etc.
I’m so excited for this, i’ve been following her work for a while and i’m very honored.

fabiolaching:

Guest Artist: Zsuzsanna Domenika Ihar

Zsuszanna is our Guest Artist and for the next three weeks, we’ll break down a few of her favourite pieces, get into her studio, and a peak into her life in Rural Tuscany via diary entries and photos and etc.

I’m so excited for this, i’ve been following her work for a while and i’m very honored.

Across the curve of the earth, there are women getting up before dawn, in the blackness before the point of light, in the twilight before sunrise; there are women rising earlier than men and children to break the ice, to start the stove, to put up the pap, the coffee, the rice, to iron the pants, to braid the hair, to pull the day’s water up from the well, to boil water for tea, to wash the children for school, to pull the vegetables and start the walk to market, to run to catch the bus for the work that is paid. I don’t know when most women sleep.

In big cities at dawn women are traveling home after cleaning offices all night, or waxing the halls of hospitals, or sitting up with the old and sick and frightened at the hour when death is supposed to do its work.

In Perù: “Women invest hours in cleaning tiny stones and chaff out of beans, wheat and rice; they shell peas and clean fish and grind spices in small mortars. They buy bones or tripe at the market and cook cheap, nutritious soup. They repair clothes until they will not sustain another patch. They… search… out the cheapest school uniforms, payable in the greatest number of installments. They trade old magazines for plastic washbasins and buy second-hand toys and shoes. They walk long distances to find a spool of thread at a slightly lower price.” This is the working day that has never changed, the unpaid female labor which means the survival of the poor.

In minimal light I see her, over and over, her inner clock pushing her out of bed with her heavy and maybe painful limbs, her breath breathing life into her stove, her house, her family, taking the last cold swatch of night on her body, meeting the sudden leap of the rising sun. In my white North American world they have tried to tell me that this woman—politicized by intersecting forces—doesn’t think and reflect on her life. That her ideas are not real ideas like those of Karl Marx and Simone de Beauvoir: That her calculations, her spiritual philosophy, her gifts for law and ethics, her daily emergency political decisions are merely instinctual or conditioned reactions. That only certain kinds of people can make theory; that the white-educated mind is capable of formulating everything; that white middle-class feminism can know for “all women”; that only when a white mind formulates is the formulation to be taken seriously.

Adrienne Rich, Notes toward a Politics of Location (via rniguelangel)

mollymatalon:

tammymercure:

First, let me apologize for preaching to the choir. Everyone I know on Tumblr has been super cool and one of the reasons I love Tumblr is there is a lot of built-in equity.

Selektor Magazine just posted the first 100 photographers that they have…

every time you inhale
you are creating an entire universe
that has never existed before.
every time you exhale
you are destroying that universe.
Sara Woods, “Rotting Apple Sutra,” from Wolf Doctors (via bostonpoetryslam)

like.. have you ever heard bricks clinking.. truly the most satisfying sound