NEWRICANE Ballad of the Spic Chic 1957-2000
Luis Chaluisan y Batlle © 2001
Newricane © 2001
Contents
Part 1 the end of the beginning
Chapter 1 Innocence
Chapter 2 Bronxworld
Chapter 3 Baby
Chapter 4 Homeboys & Trains
Chapter 5 Wepa Time
Chapter 6 Nobody’s Hero
Chapter 7 Latin NY’s Dizzy Izzy
Chapter 8 New Rican Village
Chapter 9 Nuyorican Dreams
Chapter 10 Sounds Like Otra Cosa to Me
Chapter 11 Lord Jeffrey’s Reality Check
Part 2 On the Road
Chapter 1 TV Land
Chapter 2 Forever Came Today
Chapter 3 Presenting Little Otis and The Upsetters
Chapter 4 Lord Jeffrey’s Endgame
Chapter 5 TV Land Part II
Chapter 6 Delilah Blue
Part 3 A New Story
The Psychosomatic Latin Blues of El Extreme
Ola
Blue Winds and Cane
Lola
Welcome to the Jungle
La Poeta
The Gangster
RoadTRIP
PROLOGUE
“I think a materialistic conception of reality where what you see in front of you is all that exists is dangerous. That's one of
the reasons we feel powerless against materialism. Everything around us seems so overwhelming that we don't have faith
and confidence in our thoughts. The power we have in our hearts is much stronger than any of this. While life in the U.S.
appears in disorder there's an order to IT. We fit somewhere in this order on the mainland and IT really has to do with self
realization. We can take reponsibility for each person to develop themselves. We’re in a transition from something old to
something new and that's always painful. We're growing up. IT is alway painful when you're going somewhere that you
haven't been before. Change is possible but a lot of people just talk about IT and very few people get down and do IT.”
Eddie Figueroa July 21, 1977 New Rican Village Loisaisa New York
I write about the Puerto Rican Cultural Renaissance I witness at the end of the twentieth century. I’m nineteen, inquisitive,
hell – even desired when I go exploring its Lower East Side NY birthplace in 1977. Subsequently checking IT all out is worth
every moment of chance. This is part of Our story. This is also my story and how I carry the message I hear from the creators
of the New Urban Renaissance as El Extreme The Poet.
Luis Chaluisan June 1, 2001 El Bronex New York
RESOLVE
For my daughter
Chasan
All this I write is true
And if not it should be
You’re perfectly balanced
A chip on each shoulder
The fruit doesn’t fall
Far from the tree
Your future is your words
Who you meet
And the world around you
Go find those words
They might even appear frozen
In the cold air in front of you
Write them down
For now come see about me
As I tell you how I found mine
There are 3 Steps
Dancing the Great Game
Desire of the Future
Fulfillment in the Present
Regret for the Past
I paint prophecies
I experience the human equation
I capture beats on tracks
Shall you dance on the page
Shall you dance on the groove
Shall you dance on the rainbow
Creativity begins with Humanity
And what is that
Joy and suffering
Excellence in your art
Brings you closer to the Divine
And ascends your hopes to heaven
Drink from my well
So you won’t go thirsty
When the world
Parches your throat
It’s a little bitter at first
But sweet release lies underneath
For my peeps
Not just family
But all Raza
Don’t judge me
Or
My friends inside
Too harshly
We’re the young Frankenstein
You sent out in the world
To deal with White and Black
Amerikkka
First generation
First born
First out
Front Line Warriors
Our totality cleared paths
For the rest of you
To do your thing
In relative peace
We’ll tell you
Like it is
And
You can think
How it might be
Use your memory
Understanding and Will
To decipher my puzzle
Are You Experienced
Luis Chaluisan y Batlle © 2001
Newricane © 2001
Contents
Part 1 the end of the beginning
Chapter 1 Innocence
Chapter 2 Bronxworld
Chapter 3 Baby
Chapter 4 Homeboys & Trains
Chapter 5 Wepa Time
Chapter 6 Nobody’s Hero
Chapter 7 Latin NY’s Dizzy Izzy
Chapter 8 New Rican Village
Chapter 9 Nuyorican Dreams
Chapter 10 Sounds Like Otra Cosa to Me
Chapter 11 Lord Jeffrey’s Reality Check
Part 2 On the Road
Chapter 1 TV Land
Chapter 2 Forever Came Today
Chapter 3 Presenting Little Otis and The Upsetters
Chapter 4 Lord Jeffrey’s Endgame
Chapter 5 TV Land Part II
Chapter 6 Delilah Blue
Part 3 A New Story
The Psychosomatic Latin Blues of El Extreme
Ola
Blue Winds and Cane
Lola
Welcome to the Jungle
La Poeta
The Gangster
RoadTRIP
PROLOGUE
“I think a materialistic conception of reality where what you see in front of you is all that exists is dangerous. That's one of
the reasons we feel powerless against materialism. Everything around us seems so overwhelming that we don't have faith
and confidence in our thoughts. The power we have in our hearts is much stronger than any of this. While life in the U.S.
appears in disorder there's an order to IT. We fit somewhere in this order on the mainland and IT really has to do with self
realization. We can take reponsibility for each person to develop themselves. We’re in a transition from something old to
something new and that's always painful. We're growing up. IT is alway painful when you're going somewhere that you
haven't been before. Change is possible but a lot of people just talk about IT and very few people get down and do IT.”
Eddie Figueroa July 21, 1977 New Rican Village Loisaisa New York
I write about the Puerto Rican Cultural Renaissance I witness at the end of the twentieth century. I’m nineteen, inquisitive,
hell – even desired when I go exploring its Lower East Side NY birthplace in 1977. Subsequently checking IT all out is worth
every moment of chance. This is part of Our story. This is also my story and how I carry the message I hear from the creators
of the New Urban Renaissance as El Extreme The Poet.
Luis Chaluisan June 1, 2001 El Bronex New York
RESOLVE
For my daughter
Chasan
All this I write is true
And if not it should be
You’re perfectly balanced
A chip on each shoulder
The fruit doesn’t fall
Far from the tree
Your future is your words
Who you meet
And the world around you
Go find those words
They might even appear frozen
In the cold air in front of you
Write them down
For now come see about me
As I tell you how I found mine
There are 3 Steps
Dancing the Great Game
Desire of the Future
Fulfillment in the Present
Regret for the Past
I paint prophecies
I experience the human equation
I capture beats on tracks
Shall you dance on the page
Shall you dance on the groove
Shall you dance on the rainbow
Creativity begins with Humanity
And what is that
Joy and suffering
Excellence in your art
Brings you closer to the Divine
And ascends your hopes to heaven
Drink from my well
So you won’t go thirsty
When the world
Parches your throat
It’s a little bitter at first
But sweet release lies underneath
For my peeps
Not just family
But all Raza
Don’t judge me
Or
My friends inside
Too harshly
We’re the young Frankenstein
You sent out in the world
To deal with White and Black
Amerikkka
First generation
First born
First out
Front Line Warriors
Our totality cleared paths
For the rest of you
To do your thing
In relative peace
We’ll tell you
Like it is
And
You can think
How it might be
Use your memory
Understanding and Will
To decipher my puzzle
Are You Experienced
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