<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:44:30.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrio Boy Sings The Blues</title><subtitle type='html'>WELCOME TO A BLOGGER OF NUYORICAN THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-109241092161599708</id><published>2004-08-13T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:41:17.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Interview with Jaime Shaggy FloresFelicia L. Fahey, Bates CollegeLiz Hoagland, Bates CollegeAbstractIn this interview Jaime "Shaggy" Flores talks about recent changes within the Nuyorican poetry movement and the emergence of two new generations of poets over the last two decades. He discusses a number of issues including the ongoing "island" vs. "mainland" debate, the impact of music on both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/109241092161599708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/109241092161599708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241092161599708' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-109085543217655145</id><published>2004-07-26T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:22:46.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orixa - Future Nuyorican PoetOn Sunday, July 25, 2004, at 4:15 am Orixa performed her first nuyorican poem for the world. With a loud cry she let the Dr's and Nurses in the delivery room know that she thanked them for saving her life.Just a couple of hours before, her dropping heart rate, had disturb her papi and mami. Would Ori be okay? Is our child going to live, what is going on?Saturday night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/109085543217655145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/109085543217655145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085543217655145' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-108632361575509829</id><published>2004-06-03T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:41:41.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DONDE ESTA SHAGGY?Familia, Hello! How is life treating everyone who has entered my Nuyorican Casa?Okay folks, I know I've been incognegro pero I've been busy working a new trabajo, feeding my familia and handling my poetry gigs. Plus the release of Bonafide's libro also took a lot of energy from me along with me building my new high end computadora to do graphics.Want to take the time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/108632361575509829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/108632361575509829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632361575509829' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-107707342140787209</id><published>2004-02-17T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:57:24.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cutting through Suckas with the Gift of GabYou travel many miles to spit your best poem.You published this poem in anthologies, you worked on this poem for a really long time. Your work is being studied by folks who are curious on the nuyorican poetry and its future poetry conductors. You believe in your work and others do too but...There's always that BUT... which usually means:You're not part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/107707342140787209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/107707342140787209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707342140787209' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-107272615872687419</id><published>2003-12-29T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:41:05.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haters!Yep, today I'm talking about those people that hate on you for doing what you do best. I'm talking about those folks, friends, and strangers that "hate" on you for just being the person that you are.As I look back at all the things that are going good in my life and with many of my poetry and union people, I keep talking to folks who are just plain miserable. Its as if their life sucks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/107272615872687419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/107272615872687419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272615872687419' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-107050354079738878</id><published>2003-12-03T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T21:05:51.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is Good!Okay, so last night at approximately 8pm I launched the Nuyorican Negritude website. This website from what you can see at www.shaggyflores.com is my Cyber home and where folks can get information on what I do. My web designer, Philip Odango did an incredible job on the site capturing my poetry. This website is just a step in the process of launching my Design company and much more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/107050354079738878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/107050354079738878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050354079738878' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-106623096187689666</id><published>2003-10-15T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T11:16:01.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gaspar’s SongMy earliest memories always begin there, in Alameda Towers, one of the largest housing projects on the island. Alameda Towers was the dream of some anonymous “politico” resolved to eliminate the incessant violence burrowed deep inside the foundation of the four worse housing projects in Puerto Rico. His solution, combine them all into one giant amalgam of concrete    high-rises </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/106623096187689666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/106623096187689666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623096187689666' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942925.post-106616662202661386</id><published>2003-10-14T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T17:36:43.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indigenous Puerto Rico: DNA evidence upsets established historyPosted: October 06, 2003 - 1:34pm ESTby: Rick Kearns / Correspondent / Indian Country TodayHistory is written by the conquerors. The Native peoples of North America know this all too well, as they are still trying to bring the truth to light. Now, their long-lost Caribbean cousins are beginning the same process.It's an uphill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/106616662202661386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942925/posts/default/106616662202661386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuyoricanpoetry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106616662202661386' title=''/><author><name>About the Editors:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16025149247625164163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://www.shaggyflores.com/shaggyflorespoints.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
