Monday, March 29, 2004

back in new york, took a train from Chicago to Detroit and chilled in Detroit-Wayne County Airport, i felt like Holden Caufield. It fel like Fight Club, i thought something was going to exploded. My flight was early, got in around 8:30, my parents picked me up, i had to teach Tuesday in Queens with the Queens Cultural Project, funny it's a guy from The Bronx they hired. That night was the 1 year Anniversary for Acentos it was good, good venue, good people (well some of them). Wednesday i started teaching in a school in The Bronx, weird thing is that i have barely taught workshops in The Bronx, so it felt good. I was there with Roger early that morning to recruit a little more for my class. Class was good, hopefully it'll be better next week. I'm trying to get a job at Urban Outfitters, why not i buy or get enough shit from there, why not 40% off, you know. Saturday was Louder Than Words hosted by Guy it was fresh but i think i will blown up one day screaming at the panel for answers that tippy toe around shit.

i've been in a sulky lately, then i have these bursts of energy which feels weird and i know some people feel uncomfortable (which i dont know why i'm writing this). I feel so fucking bi-polar it's not even funny. BUT SO FUCKING WHAT. i'm listening to "The Grey Album" sounds good, actually listenable.
i've been listening to alot of Dylan, Television, Mars Volta, Jane's Addiction, and Refused.

a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,q,r,s,t,v,w,x,y,z. (that's all i need to tell you everything, 26 letters)

Bonafide
(a prog rock fan)

Monday, March 22, 2004

Oh i too the "Which Poet Are You?" on Quizilla
and at first i was Walt Whitman
then itook it again and i was e.e. cummings

cool

B.
cleaned out 2100 sqaure feet today
and i'm tired, lifting boxes, bags of yesterday
was not as heavy as i anticipated
The computer was heavy though
i really need to learn to drive
there are things that i can't keep
because i can't carry them on the plane
or trust it by putting it underneath
or by carrying it by myself
i carried a box of books to Oak Park today
and i felt my arms giving up on me
every 5 blocks or so but i made it
a rummage sale because i can't keep
the books in chicago, can't carry them
and they cost alot if i try to mail so far i sold
a few books that i could've of kept
but i'll by it again or liberate it again
when i get a chance but i am keeping
"Memory Of Fire" the trilogy by Eduardo Galeano
i'm supposed to give those to
Cedric from The Mars Volta if i ever see him again
i think they're in Chicago in April
but in NYC no time soon
"Poet in New York" by Lorca
is my second favorite poetry book
only to Residence on Earth by Neruda
and Where a Nickel...and No Noose is Good Noose
are definate favorites
The Portable Sixties Reader is a great book
that i've been keeping in possesion
for a long time now
but tonight i am off to Detroit
to get there at 12:00 am
to catch a flight a 6:00 am
out of DTW to LGA
hope everyone is well
see you soon

Bonafide Rojas

Saturday, March 20, 2004

berry
blood
blooming
blush
brick
burgundy
cardinal
carmine
cerise
cherry
chestnut
claret
copper
coral
crimson
dahlia
damask
fire
flaming
florid
flushed
fuchsia
garnet
geranium
glowing
heart
inflamed
infrared
magenta
maroon
pink
puce
rage
rose
roseate
rosy
rubicund
ruby
ruddy
russet
rust
salmon
sanguine
scarlet
terra cotta
titian
vein
vermeil
vermillion
wine

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

So i've been teaching at Oak Park/River Forest in Illinois for the last few days. It's been great, the students are attentive and funny. They've been writing and I had some of them interpret some of my old poems (sounds weird coming from someone else reading ("Rock and Roll Puerto Rican"). There are a few students who i have alot of hope for, there's one kid who cursed at me the first day, i thought it was kind of harsh but funny too. During lunch some the teachers eat together and we just talk alot of shit about everything possible. Makes me feel i should be a teacher but only there and teaching what i teach, Poetry and talking about music. (lucky me)

See You Soon
Bonafide

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

today was a little hectic, a lot of phone calls to alot of people. I start teaching two classes when i get back from Chicago, one in The Bronx and one in Queens. And i start teaching one in Oak Park, IL on Monday. I jammed with Vini and Chris tonight being the first session for The Mona Passage, it went real well, i feel real comfortable with both of them for the simple fact that i've known both of them for at least 6 years. Jack Argueos was at Acentos tonight and his feature was 10 minutes (what the hell is that?).

so tomorrow is again my last day in new york for the week and a half. I'm going to see John, perform at New Skool Poetics in Chicago, and teach and hopefully make more money that i thought about. Time to see myself, (a buck 50 folks, a buck 50).

i talked to an old friend of mine: Timmy. Tim was one of the older guys i hung out with when i was around sixteen. He was real good peoples then his kidneys started to fail then he had a transplant then they failed but had another one and i talked to him and it was dope. i miss him he's my boy.

my boy Will is next to me asking "what the hell am i doing?" so i tell him "I'm blogging bitch back off me!" (with authority) then he stole my gummi bears and scooter, bastardsssssssssssssssssssssss.

Sunday, March 07, 2004

today we said goodbye to Rev. Pedro Pietri and it was a beautiful event. You know what i hate when someone passes it ends up being a reunion of sorts. There were people there who knew me before i took the name "Bonafide". People who have known me since '94 when i volunteered for the Muevete Conference, it was really good to see all these people in the same room. Willie Perdomo, Sandra Maria Esteves, Reals (TCK), Tato (Yerba Buena), Alano (Ricanstruction), Hector (Welfare Poets) Fidel (Palo Monte), shit the biggest surprise was Rafael Cancel Miranda and Elizam Escobar coming out to read and appreciate Pedro like we all did. There were alot of people there and it was beautiful, i was waiting for Pedro to jump out and go "BoooYahhhhhhhhhhh, i got you silly motherf*ckers" but thats just me. I will definately miss him, i am indeed one of his illegitimate sons.

i've been in EL Barrio the past few days and i've forgotten how i like being around there, i may be around there alot for days to come.

I've been working on my next two books, "When The City Sleeps " and "Breaking Bread" (which i think may be the title, i dont know yet). It's weird "Pelo Bueno" took so long that it feels strange having so much work laying around that didn't make the "Pelo Bueno" cut. Hopefully i can put one of them out in the next two years, maybe sooner.

Friday, March 05, 2004

spent the day with Oscar Bermeo, Michael Cirelli and my friend Dara Rose at a school in Queens. I was upstaged my a mouse in the auditorium during my poem. Oscar fell alseep in the car, i wore my funny hat again and i had too many donuts this morning. i finally printed my poem out today so that will be posted soon. the day looks dreary and drizzle and the fazzzzishle is off the hizzle. (what the hell am i typing about).

tomorrow I will be hosting a preliminary bout for the Urban Word Youth Poetry Slam at Carlito's up in the El Barrio/Upper East Side for the yuppies. That will be great to see the young performers get busy, I've seen so many in Chicago, i don't know many in NYC. so tomorrow will be great. get there by 2:30 106th & Lexington. one love

Bonafide Rojas
climbing up the walls

Thursday, March 04, 2004

yesterday i went job hunting, applied at Urban Outfitters, my boy Damien who was a DJ at my book party is a manager, so if i don't get a job there then i really need to find out what the hell is wrong with my records I need to check if there is a warrant for my arrest of i actually have felonys laying around in there. that would suck so bad. waited for Raze Regal to come through but he never showed up. i hate that.

later that night I saw Oscar at the Blue Ox for their BCA poetry reading.
it' not Acentos i'll tell you that but when did they get a pool table. i was with Angel last night for a little while, we actually had a man to man talk which is weird since i've known Angel since i was 9 (i believe).

today has been a little slow and weird, i went to mindbuilders to see Oscar and handle some business. had an arguement on the phone, not really an arguement but it's damaging my outlook on the day. i really wish certain things in my life were better. but who am i to complain. i'm 26, i have a book, a healthy baby boy and a roof over my head. Americans are so greedy and i say American because i live here, puerto ricans, dominicans, cubans, ecuadorians, mexicans, not all of them are greedy like Americans but we're all greedy somehow. you know.

I miss my youth and the having the ability of not having a care in the world.
but those days are long gone and G.W. Bush is still our president and Kerry scares me, and Radiohead said they're not recording another album because their contract is finished. Capitol better hurry up and sign them before I do.

Pedro Pietri died either last night or this morning and i will not mourn his passing but celebrate his life and work. Pedro was a weirdo and that's why i like him so much, he to me was a chip off the original shoulder, the last puerto/rican/dadaist/surrealist/spaced/out/poetic/sun/ra/smoke/a/joint/on/the/empire/state/building and for that i admired him. One time in his house I was invited to his house for a Pampleteros collective with Sam, Stephanie and a few other heads i was too young to recognize (19 yrs old i think) and i remember him throwing a book with nails sticking out and i almost caught and he looks at me and says "That's Hard Poetry, Son" and i love that shit. if i'm ever considered to be as eccentric as people thought Pedro was (which i thought we was normal) it would be honor to be even mentioned in the same breath. i miss you Pedro, you and your extended hand.

Bonafide Rojas
graduate from the nuyorican school of poetry

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

ok so now that i'm calm but still pissed, i was reading Rich's blog, and i like his recent entry so i will do the same:

Nice Box!

So, say you were meeting a new person - blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to ponder over.

What would you put in the box? No cheating - you're not allowed to include things such as links to your blog.

WHAT I'D PUT IN MINE:
1. Jimi Hendrix's "Are You Experienced" (to show my hero)
2. Pablo Neruda's "Residence on Earth" (to show my reason to write)
3. a sticker with my old graff tag (to show the past)
4. a slice of pizza (to show my addiction)
5. a picture of my mom and I when i was a little kid with alot less hair (to show my love)
6. My red guitar with the radiohead sticker (to show my dreams)
7. a copy of "Pelo Bueno" (to show my present)
8. a Yankees Hat (to show my loyalty)
9. a paystub from YCA, The Guild Complex and Aspira of NY (to show my work)
10. Journals from 95-2000 (to show my flaws)
11. Radiohead's OK Computer (to show my insecurities)
12. a picture of John Pablo smiling (to show my future)
WHY WON'T THIS DAMN DISK OPEN UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT MY GODDAMN POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DAMMIT I'M STRESSED TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
back in new york, the weather's great, it's finally not completely frozen, wrote a response to Rich's "A Howl in Winter" www.revolutionaryscum.blogspot.com called "A Whisper In Winter"
but i do think the scarf i have on most of the time is kind of "out there" but so what, who cares. Saw John Pablo a few days ago, it was great, he's so big, 16 pounds of beautiful baby boy, i taught him how to air guitar and he loved it, smiled and giggled, but being around his mother's family really gets to me, i always feel like i can't be myself. (even though i know i've been a A**hole) doesn't mean i'll always be one, just have one.

there's a great show in Chicago on March 13th at the Chicago Historical Society, 15 of the best poets Chicago has produced in the past 10 years, with the exception of Regie Gibson and Tyhiemba Jess who are out of town.
word i'm hyped and i'm teaching at Oak Park River Forest H.S. when i get back to The Big ILL, the Go, i'm listening to a demo Dennis Kim (Denizen Kane for the people who don't know his real name). word it's sweet, i'm trying to get's this hip hop folk record with him, when we have time, we could finish it in a week, with all the material we have, but heads are busy.

until next time
Bonafide
not a metrosexual (but is very strange)