Chiba City Blues

Decadent, addicted to fear
He’s turned into Pavlov’s dog
Salivating: “Just one fix”

His desire is to be wired
To all
To everything

Mission is to log in from C:
And with a magical authority
Format the Matrix reality/ies

Published by the Science Fiction Poetry Association

Volume 34, Issue 2 (April–June 2011)

Post-Voidern Nation

I won’t deny that you’re up to something, neither good nor bad, just something; disinformation, conspiranoia, capitalist corporate punishment, an unresolved oedipal trauma… or a phobia.

Call it an allegation, but as you keep driving us into a sea of situations and negations (enslaved ones become adapted ones,) we can’t escape your control freak affection. Is this why you keep selling us moods and goods in a sea of instant gratifications?

Meanwhile, we dream of “plugging in,” making UFO connection; spinal chords merging with electrical outlets; a sort of mystical elation via sexual alienation. We’ve become an extrapolation of your precious demiurgic creation, for: “In this God We Trust.” 

Come clean with your intentions, Post-Voidern nation. Your poets have nothing good to say about your continuous international subjugation. Under a starry flag of freedoms, you've kept us quiet and well-behaved as the masonic dollar/sentinel is watching over the enslaved.

Thing is, you can’t just erase the ever-changing tune of chaos. Betrayal will now be on the hands of a new archetypal invasion; and while there may be some green on the other side of the color spectrum, a beautiful joyous collapse will be irrefutably… unavoidable.

The Chiquitibum Cheer Exposed

Since its inception, the good ol' "Chiquitibum" has been established as Mexico's famous football soccer cheer. It was popularized to the masses with a catchy jingle paired to a beer commercial during the 1986 World Cup; but the story of this god-awful, catchy tune, goes way back in time to the introduction of the sport in the country. Lets's read it for a moment, shall we?

"Chiquitibum a la bim bom ba, chiquitibum a la bim bom ba, a la bio, a la bao, a la bim bom ba, Mexico Mexico, Rah rah rah!"

Watch the 1986 ChiquitiBum commercial posted at "El Universal" newspaper archives here: http://videos.eluniversal.com.mx/chiquitibum.html

Where did it come from? 

"The Chiquitibum" is attributed to Carlos Garcés, a player in the Mexican soccer team of young football aficionados Club América founded in 1923. The sound of a locomotive was related to the chiqitubum. Alright, this makes total sense, but how about the rest? 

I can assume that the Garcés family came from Spain (specifically from Aragon, Huesca, or Barcelona.) The story then gets more and more interesting when we realize that this is a cheer in Catalan saying: Alá Mio, Alá Bao, Alá Bim. 


The Catalan language is very interesting, it's almost like speaking Italian in the form of Vulgar Latin; simplifying words to make it fast and easier. At the same time, Catalan has a connection with French, with the similar use of accents and words (adieu = adeu, sortie = sortida). Also it's important to mention that the area was conquered by the Moors at some point in the 8th century, even though it wasn't to the same extent than in the areas of Castilla and Portugal.  


So, here's what "Alá Mio, Alá Bao, Alá Bim" truly means:  

Dios Mio, Dios Querido, Dios Piadoso = My Allah, Dear Allah, Pious Allah.


I can't help to chuckle to see fans singing this completely oblivious of what the cheer means. If you think about Mexico being mostly populated by a Catholic/Christian religious community, fervently believing that their God is the One True God. The message is not coming through amigos, you're singing to the wrong god.


This may be proof that soccer is some serious "monkey" business *winks at Robert Anton Wilson*

At last, the Rah Rah Rah cheer comes from Hooray, so don't get too excited; they're abso-freakin-lutely not cheering to the Egyptian God Ra, but you never know these days.    

Vertigo

The Hitchcock moment
Wanting and not wanting
Needing and not needing

The urge
The spiral
The elongated ladder going:

down
....... down
................ down

The Final Clock Out

From my allotted cubicle
I kiss my job goodbye
Altered states Lies that bind
You see,
I work for the "Big Boss"
Good ol’ Lord of Time


Damn that prick
And his stupid 9 to 5
Winter after Winter
A New Year comes by
Rules, deadlines, birthdays
*No picketing nor vacation time


“Forgive me, Father Cronos,
For I have Sinned.”
There must be a fix
Beyond all this
Dreaming on the clock
Dreading to wake up


I must confess:
I believe in the Infinite
The total Sum of things
Pretty much, all that is
) Outside of this (


Adulators we are all,
Lord of Time.
We're nothing but slaves
Under your worthless wage
Growing older and “wiser”
*Free Will is not included
In our paychecks, little FYI


Still under a trance
The Pendulum
Is dancing hours by
It is 3:00
It is 4:00
It is 5:00
The bastard laughs one last time


From yours truly:


I quit.

Prisons of Language

The foreigner in his own tongue

Anticipates words 

From the ethereal

____Arena___

((( World of Ideas )))

Pulling out each word

Into our world

The mind = Top hat

Creations Galore


Proud and independent
Spells remain unbroken
Lest they be spoken

Poor dying languages!
Myriad flowers
Nervelessly growing

Glowing

Exploding

They should remain:

Alone
Isolated
Undiscovered

False Awakenings

Yet another
False awakening
Clock is ticking
...sdrawkcaB

Escaping, Escaping
My self-contained life

Seconds stretch to hours
In this dream (within) a dream