Knock Knock. All the Christian missionary at the front door wants to know is if they have a few minutes to talk about “Our Lord and Savior.” Knock Knock. But no one ever expects the lesbian inquisition. Video by German Torres. [NSFW language.]
Today we observe Veterans Day, AKA Armistice Day, which marks the end of the first World War. The conflict started 100 years ago last Summer.
Dulce et Decorum est was written by poet Wilfred Owen in 1917, and published posthumously in 1920. Owen’s poem is known for its horrific imagery and condemnation of war.
They don’t use poison gas too much any more (attention ISIS and Bashar Al-Assad) but phosphorous flares and drone strikes aren’t much fun either.
POCHO dedicates this poem to all our veterans in gratitude for their service and sacrifice and with the hope no child will ever be sent into war again. [Mas…]
Down on the planet, it’s war. But for two astronauts from “enemy countries,” Orbitas is a trajectory for love. [Short video from Spanish animation school PrimeFrame.]
The people who count things and make lists say there are over three dozen wars going on right now. Some “experts” insist this is inevitable, but others offer a different vision. One opposing point of view comes from a dead dude we know as Isaiah: [Mas…]
Here’s one from the vaults! Is it a lost track from INSANE IN THE BRAIN, the unreleased 2007 album that was the subject of speculation, lawsuits and at least two shootings? Those close to Horchata Ice won’t say. And those ties to Biggie and Tupac? Don’t go there.
More cool fireworks GIFs like this one right here at Tumblr.
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A row of bald-headed, broad-shouldered young men stand together in the middle of a small smoky dance club called Sound Base. They wear well pressed Dickies pants, Locs (wrap-around shades), extra-long flannel shirts or long cotton athletic shirts in black and gray. A few had T-shirts with images of lowrider cars as well as cholas and cholos. In the club’s parking lot, adjacent to a lumberyard, several lowered 1950s and 1960s Detroit-built cars display airbrushed murals and shiny chrome, the one exception being a caramel brown 1941 Chevy truck.
Click here for POCHO’s review of Lowriting, from which this special sneak preview is excerpted.
On the stage are two members of Quetzal, one of East Los Angeles’ most popular bands: Quetzal Flores and his long-time companion, Martha Gonzalez. Flores strums a jarana, a traditional stringed instrument from the Mexican Gulf port state of Veracruz. Gonzalez is seated astride a cajon, also used extensively in the Son Jarocho tradition of that state, and thumps with her hands and fingers a driving cadenced beat as she sings in Spanish and English, words heavily tinged with Mexican/Xicano cultural and political significance. [Mas…]