Monday, December 18, 2006

The Maddening Season...

Welcome to the Maddening Season... X-Mas... eXecute-the-Masses...

This year is the year I watched the world go mad and I watched the people of Paradise unravel as the economy plummets... hearts break and minds shatter... aaah I am but the Lion in Daniel's den...

Here are a few poems I wrote in X-mases past...


I had a dream where Jesus turned in his grave,
Christmas consumes the souls he came to save,
Money is master while many are slave,
Forgetting the cross and all he gave,
Gideon signs on the road of the future we pave,
Vanity is what we crave.

The cock crows thrice on Christmas eve,
Many celebrate not knowing what they believe,
Happy with the pitiful bonus they receive,
Merchants peddle using fat red saints to deceive,
All the while forgetting how the King shall grieve.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa...

ahhhmm the other poems aren't X-mas poems, just poems written during that season...


I wash the dried salt and saliva from face,
I hope the scent of sin will wash away too,
I look out the window and see the world by night,
Pastel designed in mellow moods and tragedies,
And stars singing of memories in melodies and malodies,
I search the sky for a north star,
And wonder...
if the stories are true,
Is there really a wondering Jew?


For all those...
Who stare out the window,
Beyond the mountain and beyond the tree,
This poem connects all those...
Who think like me.

Holding on to all those,
Shackled by people and their alleged reality,
Still manage...
To look pass the ocean and far into the sea.


The Grand '07 has begun...

the first song on my 2007 playlist is Khriz Y Angel's Ven Bailalo (Trace TV introduced me to this song)

The Never Ending Battle: 2007 & Beyond (My article for the Mirror: A new year look)

“You must abolish your slavery yourselves. Do not depend for its abolition upon god or a superman. Remember that it is not enough that a people are numerically in the majority. They must be always watchful, strong and self-respecting to attain and maintain success. We must shape our course ourselves and by ourselves.”
~ David Bowie

“I'm not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with potential of a superman. I'm living on.”
~ BenDon

Superman: Listen, what do you hear?
Lois Lane: I don't hear anything.
Superman: I hear everything. You wrote that the world doesn't need a savior, but everyday I hear people crying for one.
~Supeman Returns: The Movie

Bam bam bam bloiy bloiy bloiy chk chk thoom thoom pieee pieee blam blam bookam bookam bakkam… no amount of onomatopoeia could convey to you the grand gun orchestra that played in Norwood, Gulf, Glendevon, Canterbury, Albion and Gulley to commence the new year. Literally the year in St. James started with a BANG! At the stroke of midnight December 31, 2006 or the morn of January 1, 2007, I was at the yellow night owl’s outpost in Paradise, Glen Skeng’s shop, only to see the whole Paradise pull to halt, and I watched as multitude of people stopped what they were doing to come outside and listen to a barrage of 1001 bullets in what seemed like Gangsters sing their own anthem. I watched people listen and listened as well to gunshots on rapid from 12pm/am to 12:30am, I counted somewhere into the region of near 500 rounds, and can only imagine what I missed. “Mi never tell unnu last week she gun man a go toast to their most high profile year, unnu see it deh now?!? Mi a prophet!” The year has begun, the garrison has spoken.

Well as I told you this year is the year things change, well see! More icons have gone with Neville Willoboughy, Charles Hyatt and Saddam. Looks like I can be a prophet for real, or maybe just a Futurologist as they call the art of prediction and forecasting these days. As I write this article the national body count is already at the unlucky number 13, and as coincidence number 13 is police, who have also been some of the first to go this year. “Anywhich way” for the new year 2007, Jamaica is officially a badman place. The air is thick with a humid kind of tension, but otherwise I have some homework for you, I’d like you all to go listen to the Mavado and Busy Signal song, “Badman Place.” I’d like you to listen to the arrangement of the song, with the ominous violin in the background, it sounds like one of those climactic high strung tense sort of movie arrangements, and the lyrics… “Hell bruk loooooooose again, gun a go riiiiise, anyway, anywaaaaaaaaay, INNA badman place, place, fools get kick inna face, weed pon board while challis a blaze, yuh nuh see it inna hand, it insure inna waist, no time fi trace, Guinness we a beat, Redbull a chase, inna the place violate, get erase we nuh quarrel, inna bwoy head lead (led) a rest… inna badman place real McCoy and gangsta, police ask question, nuh get no answer, inna night, inna day, Mr. 9 (9mm), Mr. K (SK or AK), Mr. Smith and Wesson a we sponsor… shot brush off yuh face like napkins, thugs dem ready fi go rise the Gatling(s)… see and nuh see it, tings weh talk yuh cyaaan repeat or yuh get delete…” For real, that’s the Jamaican national anthem as of this year, Jamaica in no uncertain terms, is Badman Place.

So on to the matter of New Year’s resolutions. Well for all those who can’t manage the crime, I advise that you run away, very, very far away or as the new politically correct term for it in the dancehall is “tek weh yuh self.” I can’t make any resolutions on crime when no one else is making any thing more than mouth talk and yet no serious political commitment or will and no signs of real genuine or sustained effort on the part of the business sector and just general apathy and no serious activism on the part of individuals and communities. But if you still have an ear for some suggestions then they are as follows: First resolution and solution needs to be commitment to youth and employment. Most of us have failed to notice the demographic explosion we are facing, the population of Montego Bay is expanding, through birth rates and the movement of people, yet nothing has been done to address where these generation next children and teenagers will be gainfully employed, much less outfitting them with real life skills to make them an effective and labour force. Hence the response is that they have opted for careers in crime which affects us very negatively. The second resolution ought to be social investment on the part of government and the business sector. The city needs to see incentives and initiatives that encourage people to work, not just a feeble minimum wage but initiatives like profit sharing, businesses need to let employees feel apart of the system and yield benefit from the business excelling, because at the end of the day, no matter who owns the business there is no work or progress without the worker. The local government can also offer citizen awards and such that acknowledge citizen who excel in sports, academics, politics, journalism, etc. And to stem the brain drain the local government needs to pay for overachieving students that seek tertiary education and then bind them to commit at least five years of service to the city or parish in fields that can offer sustainable development.

What I would really see follow up from these suggestions is research, think tanks, public forum, dialogue, letters to editors, parish council public sessions, town meetings, civic pride, private/business sector investments, citizen activism, more radio and spy tv public announcements from the council on what is happening to address all this hell hole in which we have found ourselves.

Now sometime ago I wrote of secret wars: wars with our skin, wars on poverty, economic wars, gender wars or war of the sexes, religious wars, and shade/color wars in Jamaica and MoBay, to be very blunt and honest, this year I see those wars intensifying and am reminded of a claim Superman professes (Yes, I read comics), the claim is that he fights a “Never Ending Battle,” well ladies and gentlemen, this is what life and existence in Jamaica has become a Never Ending Battle, yup 365 days of it, so I suggest everyone take up the role and mantle of Superman and start fighting in this never ending battle or face the real possibility that you will be swept aside, in these battles, by bullets and ballots. Just before year end I was parading Paradise and Downtown in my brother’s Superman T-Shirt for about a week. So if you spot the Ras in the Superman shirt, know that the battle is raging in you neck of the woods.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Thursday, December 14, 2006

POWDER: A Maddening World, the maddening crowd...


Yow nuff gimmix being made of Dancehalls current plight brought to you in fun, facetiousness and completely biased ratings "fi di Killa."


Yah this now is my line of art taken from my imaginary world and soon to be (at this rate probably when I'm 50) Novel called BayCity: Scions of Tomorrow...


Yah fi those who know and love MoBay and ME (yah rite) you can check out these pics in the link above...

Monday, November 13, 2006

Heavy is the Head that wears the Crown

"How you a move so bitter 'gainst the king?"
-popular Montegonian phrase or quote

"The biggest artiste a Jamaica a the con-artiste, and the biggest ship a the Gynal-ship"
-Proverb picked up at Junior X shop (Paradise crescent)

"Some gyal seh dem Virginal, but dem just Very-Gynal..."
- (Johnny Blaze)-My Dancehall/Reggae artiste alter ego

"Jingle jingle jangle bell christmas come an yuh soul gone a hell"
-some poet at Edna Manley Sch. of Arts etc... 2000-2001

"Haunted season, people a fight wid out reason, see weak fence, and a hop true man nah no backative or defence, and den a hype up wid badman pretence..."
- (Johnny Blaze)-My Dancehall/Reggae artiste alter ego

So here it is we're winding down to the end of 2006 a year I would calling fleeting at best... nothing monumental happened (thus far) time sailed by oh so swiftly... none-the-less it is a year of change... and so as I tread and trod in the muck we call life or existence... the prince of Paradise... bearing his cross, with a monkey on his back and an albatross around his neck...
Heavy is the Head that wears the Crown

Secret Places

I am most high,
In my own secret places,
Which I go to,
Escape the lives,

I live between the hollow hallowed lies,
And most unholy thighs,

And through these vacant eyes,
I see my god,
Unhuman inhuman desperate and mad,
Dying from a perplexingly infinite life,
Dying to feel
To be amongst man,
To be real,
To understand.

Copyright ©2006 (mmvi) Yannick Nesta Pessoa

My Stairway to heaven...

Meet Pixie Girl of the Rocktops... Paradise Acres circa 2006... hahahaha

Don't mind me too much these are just random pix from my life...


And now Mr. Dylan, I know what you mean when you say, Mama take this badge offa me, Put my guns into the ground, 'Cause I'm knocking on heaven's door. I've reached my juvenile end, That point at which dreams die, And reality sets in, Where fantasy vanishes, And rigors of routine set in. I've flirted with success, Only to never be best, Condemned to rot, With my first glimpses... Of the vaguely dissatisfying nature of life.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Copyright ©2006(mmvi) Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Young virginal looking (note I said looking) likkle missy from off-a-di rocktop

Sunset out by Lagoons...

End of today's tale

Thursday, October 26, 2006

My Letter to The Editor - Trinidad Express: CSME

Bring ordinary folk into CSME foldTuesday
October 24th 2006

I am a concerned Jamaican. I am concerned that with the advent of the Caribbean Single Market Economy (CSME) the governments of the Caribbean have failed to plan our way forward, glossing over the details and intricacies that the merger of Caribbean will bring. This initiative is the only way forward for the region but, we must examine its social ramifications. The governments have only examined the CSME and Caricom in terms of economies and broad macro policies that don't exactly reach to the average Joe, and don't exactly have clear manifestations in everyday life and reality.

This has occurred mostly because of the lack of media attention and government initiatives to stimulate awareness in the broader cross-section of society. Such an awareness can generate ideas for opportunities in business and education, opportunities for individuals to explore and generate ideas beyond those that propagate the myth that USA is the land of opportunity and the only option for feasible living and generation of wealth.

Integration can only become sustainable if individuals see benefit to it; it can only function if we capture the imagination of individuals whom the society and government rely on to keep the wheels turning - John Public.

Most members of the public know very little, if any, about the societies, the mores, the norms, the values, ideas and cultures we are about to meld and mesh with.

We are more exposed to North American media than we are to Caribbean media; we need regional newspapers that come out regularly and frequently, we need TV (beyond the efforts of HYPETV and Tempo) to carry messages and ideas from around the Caribbean to us, to expose us to the variations in terms of language, ideology and ethos. We need to see more of our Caribbean neighbours in order to awaken us to the new possibilities, cultures and opportunities that lie before us. We need to also explore Caribbean radio, a vector that can ignite or further ignite the musical interactions occurring across the region. We also need further interaction in sports, not just cricket and football.

Governments need to set up cultural exchange programmes for everyday people, not diplomats and such - exchange programmes like sending students, both rural and urban, prep and primary, to other islands to experience schooling there. Children are the future, and if we are to have a joint Caribbean future, we ought to start with the children.

The need to energise the social dimensions of Caribbean integration must come soon or we may fail economically, because at the end of the day an economy, for all the maths and models, can't exist without the human factor.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
via email


Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Tanya Stephens VS Lil'kim

Current mood: busy
Category: Music

Tanya Stephens VS Lil'kim

Thief or Loan ?

Lil Kim faces again the court ! After her stay in prison where she was imprisoned for perjury. Here she is again facing justice as the rapper is accused of stealing a song of Tanya Stephens.

Indeed, Durty, extract of Naked Truth would be a copy of Tanya Stephens track "Mi and Mi God" released in 1997.

The lawyer of the former convict declared that it was not a thief as the song was modified. The lawyer also added that it would be something usual in the hip hop industry.

Tanya Stephens demanded the entire passed and future royalties that were gained from the exploitation of the song Durty.

TAKEN FROM TRACE TV now my fave Magazine and TV station since they now offer TraceTv on Cable in Mobay...

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Who Knew???

"I actually got the name 'Pressa' from a taximan I drove with in MoBay once. Everybody there calls him 'Pressa-Foot, I'm sure you can imagine why," relayed an amused Miller.

The irrepressible 'Pressa' - JAMAICAOBSERVER.COM

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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Ho Hum Ho Hum... Life is Cruel & Yannick is dumb/numb

Secret Places

I am most high,
In my own secret places,
Where I go to,
Escape the lives,
I live between the hollow hallowed lies,
And most unholy thighs,
And through these vacant eyes,
I see my god,
Unhuman inhuman desperate and mad,
Dying from a perplexingly infinite life,
Dying to feel,
To be amongst man,
To be real,
To understand.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2006 Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Vagina Dialogue or is it Monologue

Now some discourse on Alaine and Tanya Stephens...

Firstly to be honest let's see Alaine, she was ok on the seasons riddim, but I didn't pay her much mind, I made the terrible, and I must admit terrible rash and early judgement that she was just another brown, uptown, dancehall singer act, in the stead of Tami Chynn and Sean Paul (not that I bun SP, never). However, the other day, under a Tamerind tree in my secret places (of the most high) I heard a youngish girl running her album (a bootleg composition no doubt) through her, Cinderalla like window in a board house that has the greatest view of Mobay on Earth, and I realised that she had held her own on riddims 1. mostly dominated by men, and 2. she did it all singing, no likkle sing-jay/deejay business and her content and material was good and legit. In the end mi haffi seh now seh she a one a mi fave female artist... granted she still brown-ish and uptown... and a tad meagre... but right now a she a run the place wid Tanya Stephens as woman artistes... and if its any consolation, maybe mi woulda look ar now that mi see seh she have some substance... yah rite, marginalised young black unemployed males ain't exactly in now, worse dem Ras at that... eh eh!

Next Tanya Stephens... woo, Jah I gave her last album a crucifixion (sorry Speego aka Spliffie aka Mike, Mi know she a yuh fren still), I have it though, bootleg yah! But to be honest I found the first one struck me as a tad (I'm euphamising) insincere and overly didactic and pontificating at times, and it never smoothly approached me with issues intellectually. And I hated "its a pity" for all the women who ever saw me at a dance and said those lines to me. Now this new album, Rebelution(granted I think Yami Bolo had an album by the same name), just by name alone strike me as more creative, an mi honestly feel the creative juices on this one... as a matter of fact this album surprisingly reminds me of the last in a different way, the intellectualism is the same but she seems to have perfected her craft, whatever she was doing prior to this she sorted out the kinks... and for an artiste that I had almost written off she pull mi back in with this album (so u understand why I downloaded it)... and though I doubt she or Alaine will read this, I'd like to offer my sincerest apology fi write unnu off so easy...

"the Rebelutionary album cover"

"Alaine fi all who nuh know ar"

"Finally this R@@$$$ bwoy see wah me a do exclaims Tanya"

"Alaine performing"

"I just post this caah Tanya batty looking round in this and she even has a likkle tummy, maybe she is keeping it real... no anorexic Moggle round 'ere"

Rex Mundi

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."

"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous."

"Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

Well my name/title isn't V... but I have found a new one to my liking "REX MUNDI" it shall fit up there with the others "Prince of Paradise" "Black Jesus" "Yeshua Noir" etc etc etc....

Yup those of you who know your latin or did one of the romance languages like Portuguese(I only mention that caah I did) or Spanish or Italian... well you may figure out that Rex Mundi means King of the world... which I now think I may be close to becoming... starting with MoBay... or at the very least Paradise Acres... hhahahahaha. Anywaaaaaaaaaaaay Alliance (having a Movado Moment) aaahm so yah anyway this new name will fit so well with my new chat weh mi(or my minions and souljahs[god forbid they should her me call them that]) use when people dis me, which is "How yuh a move so bitter 'gainst the King?"

Don't you think? it fits so well... but I'll cut this rubbish out seeing my mother has moved from labelling me as bellicose and belligerent, to calling me delusional and constantly repeating to people that her son suffers from delusions of grandeur... "How she a move so bitter 'gainst the King?" EEEEEEEhh... coulda wah do dem... hahahhahaa

Anyway mi just decide seh mi call my army of children, when they arrive the "Ras"-calz, very "pun"-ny don't you think?

Anyway, life in progress so guess wah gone mi gone...

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The Soundtrack of Our Lives...

I don't know if as a child I had an over active imagination, but whenever I travelled, more than likely under the auspices and parental watch of a certain Juilette and Roy Pessoa, be it to any of the 14 parishes (it is still 14 rite?), Irie Fm and Power 106... escorted me eslewhere (to those of you who maybe comic aficianado like myself) to an Elseworld of sorts...

One such song that carted me away all the while was Mr. Barrington Levy's "Black Roses"... I found the riddim(rhythm) enchanting and burned into my mind the more rural-esque ideas of Jamaica... the riddim was so odd to me... the baseline moving at a reasonable tempo... with little tings and bells sounds following it every where... and then Levy's voice... going elsewhere... and even at ages of 11 or so I knew he was speaking about women, but it conjured up a lazy Jamaican night, in an old house probably someplace like a Stony Hill, where the world is at peace with some dark seductress in your rural 'big brass bed' with music ebbing from some sound box in some community square somewhere... wafting over trees and through windows to soundtrack whatever is to occur... and these days, I find when I've forgotten some of the feeling I felt and places I conjured up and all the nuances of life at anygiven point, I find that music, especially the Beres' and Barrington's, Dennis the prince's and Jacob Miller's melodies rush you back there, just like a movie flash back, and with all the special effects too...

But thaz just me...

Yup a poem for the disenchanted and disenfranchised

New Poem Release from Yannick Nesta Pessoa of Azteka Studios

A poem about the fact that as "A child of a lesser god and the god of small things" I have come to the viable age and stage where dreams die and reel/real life takes over, I am now acquainted with the utter boredom and vaguely dissatisfying nature of life!!!

and now the poem:


...And now Mr. Dylan,
I know what you mean when you say,
Mama take this badge offa me,
Put my guns into the ground,
'Cause I'm knocking on heaven's door.

I've reached my juvenile end,
That point at which dreams die,
And reality sets in,
Where fantasy vanishes,
And rigors of routine set in.

I've flirted with success,
Only to never be best,
Condemn to rot,
With my first glimpses...
Of the vaguely dissatisfying nature of life.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Thursday, September 14, 2006


Today was a I felt a shift in the season... the weather the climate, granted it is stated all the time we have only 2 seasons in the tropic, which would be the wet and the dry season, but I swear we experience the same four season just with less severity than our frenemies to the north in the temperate zone. Yah most of the summer I knew it was summer, with all the sweating and the humid kind of heat, that also carries lots of convectional rains and haze. But today I woke up with the sun rising just a little to the left of me in my bed, hmmmm then the day the light, everything was so clear, though in the distance the same usual convectional rain clouds loomed beyond Cornwall Regional Hospital and towards Pitfour, Granville (aka Broke Back Mountain) and regions like Kemshot and Gutters... the wind, the wind was cooler, the still hot, but the breeze hinted of north east trades. That compounded by the fact that ZIP Fm has started marketing their Christmas ad spaces and such was definite sign that the season both commercially and climate wise was shifting. Granted the official start of Autumn or Fall is Sept. 23, I will posit my theory based on my rough physics and geography knowledge that "since we are near the equator and are more suseptible to shift of the Earths axis we may experience these seasonal shifts earlier, though with less temperature extremes". Yup thaz my theory...

This feeling of seasonal shift has brought about in me a feeling that my fortunes may shift as well... here is to hoping.

Who seh Rasta nuh know how dis business work eh?

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Thursday, August 31, 2006


A Girl Like Me

Yow this video is what i have been lamenting for several years now, since high school actually, I recommend it to all women, especially all the duncey head ooman out deh who want "pretty hair" pickney and "brown" or half koolie man... redda judgement pon unnu.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Letter of the Day

LETTER OF THE DAY - 'No such thing as bad words'
published: Wednesday | August 30, 2006

The Editor, Sir:

There has been lots of media attention placed on badwords, especially when used by artistes and the like. This attention has also carried with it police watch and legal consequences. Now it has come to my attention again that the law of the land has chosen to persecute and prosecute Bounty Killer, also known as Rodney Price, for what? Bad words. Where on earth did we come up with this draconian concept? I would like to ask, what is a bad word really, and as a matter of fact, who decides which words are bad, and how does one decide whether a word is bad or not?

Various terms

A bad word. A curse word. A swear word. A malediction, malison, imprecation, denunciation, execration, anathema, proscription, commination, expletive, disparagement, vilification, or vituperation. Bad language, strong language, foul language, colourful language, blue language, unparliamentary language, profane language, or harsh language. There are almost as many terms to describe these words as there are words themselves. But are these terms accurate? Is there really something bad about certain words? I resoundingly say NO!

We are introduced to the concept of a bad word because an adult hits us or yells at us when we say one. "Don't say that! That's a bad word!", Booduf buff baff! There's nothing like an open handed slap to the mouth to convince a child to adopt your point of view, even when it's a view based on ignorance and prejudice. Of course, the only thing this really teaches the child is that you'll use the threat of violence if he/she says any of these bad words. It doesn't explain exactly WHY the word is bad, or exactly WHAT is bad about it. There's a simple reason for this, and that is the fact that there is NO SUCH THING AS A BAD WORD!

Nothing more than a sound

A word is nothing more than a sound or a combination of sounds, or its representation in writing or printing, that symbolises and communicates a meaning. It's a tool. Tools are good things. Is a hammerscrewdriver into your eye socket, or smash your toes with a hammer, I might just as well find these activities to be a very good thing. But just because a tool may be used in a bad way, doesn't make the screwdriver intrinsically bad. So why should a word be treated any different? bad? How about a screwdriver? Sure, these tools could be used in bad ways, but even that is subjective territory. While you might consider it bad for me to jam a

I am not absolutely sure, but I do believe this ascribing of bad to certain words has its origins in racial and social prejudices inherited from slavery, while others are inherited from old Europa. And to be honest, if I were ever to go to court because of using bad words, then I would have to argue what is a bad word and why is it such before ever being convicted of this ridiculous social norm we have burdened our enslaved minds with.

I am, etc.,


Paradise, Montego Bay

Monday, August 21, 2006

The Votes are in...

Yup the votes are in the world has voted that the three sexiest dreadlocked gemini are... Yannick Pessoa, Damian Marley and Lenny Kravitz, born May 27- 1981, June 21- 1978, and May 26- 1964 respectively...

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

dutty wine COLOMBIAN STYLE...

JEZAAS KRyse... the world just get f---... courtesy of Matterhorn, Merrital Family(original dutty wine song) + Aila and Dhyma(inventors of dutty wine out of Flankers)... bet dem neva feel seh di dance woulda Sell OFFFF sooo... my word... look at this likkle homo-looking young man!!!

Friday, August 04, 2006

Twins Of Twins on TV... or maybe just

Wah Beenie aka Betweenie seh!!! A wah tek twins of twins, go commit the sin of sins, go dis the dancehall king of kings... hhahaahhaa Anyway who did know seh twins of twins cartoon deh pon the market
Something the world should have only seen once

Here are LOCKE and PSYCHO Preston's finest... belting out songs, I'm sure unnu done remember psycho's psychotic rendition of a Luciano Pavaroti... don't you

Oh those UWI days... pssh wadever!!!

Friday, July 28, 2006

Master of Bedlam

Seeing that I am lord and master of all I survey, I have realized whilst surveying... that the land and the world is a wash with confusion and illusions... so hence I am but a Master of Bedlam, and my mind is flotsam in a sea of loneliness... and in the middle of my mental wilderness the only song I hear is...

Gnarls Barkley Crazy Lyrics

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

My Celeb Twin

Now has a celeb twin match up and look who they gave me... Imagine my distress...

Me, Yannick Nesta Pessoa, the greates and cutest of all time looking like (isn't she tom cruise's junky girlfriend) a starved model... eeeeeek!!!

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Another list of 50 Greatest shows

1 Apocalypse Now
2 The Apartment
3 City of God
4 Chinatown
5 Sexy Beast
6 2001: A Space Odyssey
7 North by Northwest
8 A Bout de Souffle
9 Donnie Darko
10 Manhattan
11 Alien
12 Lost in Translation
13 The Shawshank Redemption
14 Lagaan: Once Upon A Time in India
15 Pulp Fiction
16 Touch of Evil
17 Walkabout
18 Black Narcissus
19 Boyz n the Hood
20 The Player
21 Come and See
22 Heavenly Creatures
23 A Night at the Opera
24 Erin Brockovich
25 Trainspotting
26 The Breakfast Club
27 Hero
28 Fanny and Alexander
29 Pink Flamingos
30 All About Eve
31 Scarface
32 Terminator 2
33 Three Colours: Blue
34 The Royal Tenen-baums
35 The Ladykillers
36 Fight Club
37 The Searchers
38 Mulholland Drive
39 The Ipcress File
40 The King of Comedy
41 Manhunter
42 Dawn of the Dead
43 Princess Mononoke
44 Raising Arizona
45 Cabaret
46 This Sporting Life
47 Brazil
48 Aguirre: The Wrath of God
49 Secrets and Lies
50 Badlands.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Allegedly 50 greatest shows of all time...

Now these are supposed to be the 50 greatest shows of all time... in no order or heirarchy... what are your thoughts... I have highlighted the ones weh mi agree wid... others I eh watch so... lemme know what you think....

1 ) Blade Runner
2 ) Alien
3 ) Brazil
4 ) Baraka
5 ) Amelie
6 ) Spirited Away
7 ) Nikita
8 ) Halloween
9 ) LOTR (I count this as one film, not three)
10) Jaws
11) Dead Man
12) Royal Tenebaums
13) Apocalypse Now
14) Wizard of Oz
15) Millers Crossing
16) Pulp Fiction
17) Empire Strikes Back
18) Fight Club
19) Raiders of the Lost Ark
20) Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
21) City of God
22) Shawshank Redemption
23) Trainspotting
24) Goodfellas
25) Evil Dead II
26) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
27) Withnail & I
28) Big Fish
29) Star Wars
30) Leon
31) The Thing
32) Big Lebowski
33) Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind
34) 12 Monkeys
35) 2001: A Space Odyssey
36) The Shining
37) Akira
38) The Abyss
39) Life of Brian
40) Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with me
41) The Elephant Man
42) Princess Bride
43) The City of Lost Children
44) Dangerous Liaisons
45) Being John Malkovich
46) Jacobs Ladder
47) One flew over the cuckoos nest
48) The Truman Show
49) Toy Story II
50) Vertigo

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Its the end of the world as we know it...

Greetings faithful readers... pssh well it seems that as the world turns things have come to a bump, the long awaited world war 3 looms on the horizon, Isreal once agains is giving trouble round-about the middle east there... with some backative from resident evil himself Uncle Sammy... weapons destruction and such... geee and I had some remote dream of seeing Beirut one day... darn those trouble makers.... Arrghh... well lots of civilians and kiddies will die... Palestine and Lebanon will continue resistance... Syria and Iran will breakout... America will not be able to manage all that plus Afghanistan and Iraq, then North Korea... hmmm we have a predicament... aka, o/c, Armageddon my dear friends Armageddon... the Apocalypse...

Nostradamus did say the whore of Babylon would see defeat or something so... so seeing that
America is in Iraq (formerly known as Babylon) whoring it out on oil and stealing water from the Tigris and them there ancient springs... we see a trend... then of course some leader with red turban etc etc etc... I spot a rake... anyone know what is War in Cashpot or oil, hmmm anyways...

The Kingdom of Heaven... is about to be left in ruins...

Its The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.


That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
Serves its own needs, dont misserve your own needs. Feed
It off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,turn, ladder
Start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
In a fire, representing seven games, in a government
For hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
A hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
By team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
Overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
Yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
Listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
The revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
Patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
Towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
Churn. Locking in, uniforming,and book burning, blood
Letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
Fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
a Tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
Offer me alternatives and I decline

It's the end of the world as we know it (it's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (it's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it's time I had some
time alone)

I feel fine

(repeat chorus)

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
Drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
Symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right

(repeat chorus)

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it's time I had some
time alone)

(repeat chorus 2x)

It's the end of the world as we know it (it's time I had some time alone)


"America is an amnesiac, waking up from
unconsciousness. Whose lands are these
we’re living on, where did all this money in
our wallets come from—and why are people
trying to kill us? Can we work out our true
identity before the end of the movie?
What is the meaning of this image burned into
our brains, the twin towers that fall over and
over? Oppressed by their ominous absence, we
can only conceive of the world in dualities:
terrorism or militarism, danger or safety, peace
or war. Our own lives, our own questions,
whatever those might be, are unimaginable.
Who built those towers, who trained
the ones who brought them down?
Who stands to gain from our fixation
on them? What would it mean to reject
the terms they offer us, to refuse our
role in the story entirely and make for
the horizon?"

excerpt taken from

Saturday, July 22, 2006

I (h)are the one...

coming soon...

1. Summer Report
2. Sumfest Review
3. Articles from my column in the Western Mirror
4. Whats in my music playlist
5. Summer Reading list
6. Pix

A coulda wah so...

Jah mi feel "H"important , Amelia aka Milk stop mi a Sumfest and a tell mi seh Dj Liquid screw true mi nuh put him inna waan article fi Buzzz magazine bout Mobay music etc... mi not even did know seh people did read dem tings deh...

Hmmm continuing the everlong journeys of Yannick Nesta Pessoa the famous Unfamous...

Breed it breed it breed it...

Bun betweenie man... bun angel... bun every beenie fan...
Warlord fi ever...................
Bout dem have bulletproof vest, dem need bullet proof skin, neck forehead and chin....

Can Jamaicans Act?

Hmmm the question of the week is "Can Jamaicans Act?" a very pertinent question seeing that Jamaicans get a lot of media hype yet, when it is time for Hollywood and the glitz and glam... aaaaah it seems we just don't make the cut...

you doubt me I know... but Yannick is not insane and not on another incessant and inane rant... just check the levels fi a second... look at Pirates of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, and now rumours are flying that they will be making a Bob Marley movie with Jamie Foxx... (insert x-amout of expletives here)

Now I woulda like know if no Jamaican couldn't act as Bob, yuh waan tell me seh, no Jamaican can act, not even 1 him yute dem... JAH is a (expletive here) sin. Now we will all as a nation be treated to faux Jamaican accents, and gratuitous and stupid cliche, while our country and icon reach for the heights of whore out...

and for Pirates, I love how Jamaica, is neglected once again when dem use Naomie Harris a brit... to do our part, granted her mother may be Jamaican, but I am beginning to feel Jamaica is being slighted... is it just me

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Neologist & Raconteur

Welcome to my newest plan... as Caribbean Dictator hopeful I have come to the decision that to control and impact people's thinking I will need to take control of the vector of thought and that would be language, as such I am going to build a grand "wiki" like wikipedia... but with Jamaican and Caribbean thoughts ideas and jargon... Lexica Caribbana... Lexica Patois... hmmm any suggestions as to good name for my new Caribbean Dictionary and Encyclopedia.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006


Here to the left in red on the bike in Lashoya "Poopy" my daughter... hahahaha..

Here we have fellow terrorists... "BlahBlah" and Zugroy...

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Some updates...

The 1937 Marijuana Tax Act created the criminalization of the plant in the western hemisphere that persists today. The act was introduced to the United States Congress by then Commissioner of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics, Harry Anslinger, a man actually quoted as saying, "Marijuana makes darkies think they're as good as white men."

True Christian Harry J.Anslinger testified the following irrefutable facts before Congress in 1937:
"Marijuana is the most violence causing drug in the history of mankind. Most marijuana smokers are Negroes, Hispanics, Filipinos and entertainers. Their satanic music, jazz and swing, result from marijuana usage. This marijuana causes white women to seek sexual relations with Negroes."

Did you know that the new name for Indians and Arabs is "SAND NEGROES"... hahahahahahahahaha... some one was telling me thaz what Bush calls em... I've got to check it out... I can't believe it...

Friday, June 09, 2006

See the movie I wanna see

Superman RETURNS

godbless Christopher Reeves...

Anyway this yah show yah ... a go be the boss show...

Check out the previews at

PARADISE LOST: Western Mirror Article-- May 2006


“To Adam, Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants, home is paradise.”
By Augustus Hare… Source: Guesses At Truth, 1827.

“Ah, if only a few more massacres would suffice To sort it all out once and for all With so many uprisings and so many fallen heads In Paradise we should all be by now! But the wished-for Golden Age is endlessly postponed The gods remain so thirsty, they are insatiable Thus it is death, an endless cycle of death”
By Georges Brassens

“Woman hold her head and cry, ‘cause her son has been shot down in the street and die”
By Bob Marley

“Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die”
By Peter Tosh

Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
by Bishop Beilby Porteus… Source: Death (l. 154)

“Grave digger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow, so that I can feel the rain”
By Dave Matthews

“I'm not against the police; I'm just afraid of them.”
By Alfred Hitchcock

For most of you who don’t know Paradise except for your misinformed ideas about where Paradise is and what it is like, owing to sloppy news gathering and investigative journalism, that constantly tell you that Paradise is Norwood or part thereof, it is not. Paradise was a thriving, vibrant community long before Norwood was born or came to prominence. Paradise is as most should know, is nestled in the hills of our friendly city. Paradise is made up of several areas, they are Paradise Acres (The Drives), Paradise Crescent which extends through Mango Walk to …, there is Paradise Pen (a.k.a. Likkle Miami), and Paradise Heights (formerly Greens). Paradise and Norwood are sister communities but not one and the same. Paradise has many other sister communities which, however it is not to be confused with or should take the blame for, like Albion and Peace View. Paradise is only referred to as Paradise-Norwood, because some taxis ply a route to Norwood (of which there are several) that takes them through Paradise. On those taxis you will see Paradise-Norwood or Norwood via Paradise, the latter being the more appropriate label.

Paradise, while I was growing up was in reality a Paradise, and in most ways it still is today, except for the loss of innocence and the slow seeping presence, of small crimes and coke. Paradise has never been a community riddled by bullets, actually last year only one person was killed in Paradise and that was the first in many, many years and as it is the person was not from Paradise, but hiding here. But if you follow the media who continue to give incorrect names of communities (like Sunvalley-Melbourne as one when they are two, or Ironshore-Corral Gardens, or Hendon-Norwood and the media mix up goes on) you would believe Paradise is a plagued place. Paradise most of the times is filled with kids playing in lanes, football, cricket, baby cricket, bar pundits, and everyday people doing everyday things.

On May 26, 2006, I’m at Glen Skeng shop at the corner of Hoyte Drive and Paradise Crescent, and take a one minute walk to a “dead yard” just a little way down the road, and see one of my “parries” and hail and thing, nothing out of the norm, night life as usual, only to wake May 27, 2006, my birthday and hear that said “parri” is killed by police. News that hushed the community for most of the day, it was further compound by the death of the young Cornwall College footballer, son to one of the “Glen Skeng Crew’s” members, who lives on the corner of “Likkle Miami” and Loop Road. May 27, I didn’t get to enjoy much. But I’ve been playing the town crier as of late, warning people that all this social decay, if not addressed soon, will lead to people in their spheres of life dying, well it seems only people in my sphere are passing. Every weekend, instead of considering parties or Pier One, people in Paradise have to consider which dead yard.

Today tragedy forces us to contend with matters of death and finitude all too regularly. It seemed to me on May 27, that at reaching age 25 (quarter century as my mother promptly reminded me) in this day and age, I had reached old age from a certain perspective. If you consider that many black males don’t make it to 23. Look at the most wanted list I think the eldest person was 28. These nights stepping out on the streets you will be greeted by candles lining the streets like a church corridor. Paradise was once Paradise, but like most communities in Jamaica, and the third world; it is being eaten away by the agents of social decay like coke. The drugs, the guns, the gunshots, the lust for money are robbing people of happiness and children of their childhood. However for all that Paradise has lost, it still continues to lose its good name to media misnomers and bad journalism.

And as my city and my community continue to be rocked and rattled by disaster I close with a quote (Yes! Another one)and a verse from a song. “Many will have to die, not so that we can live, but just to see the mistake that those that die make” by Bob Marley. “Heaven's waiting / It's time to move on. / Crossing that bridge / With lessons I've learned. / Playing with fire / And not getting burned. / I may not know what you're going through. / But time is the space / Between me and you. / Life carries on... it goes on. / Just say die / And that would be pessimistic. / In your mind / We can walk across water. / Please don't cry / It's just a prayer for the dying.” Prayer for the dying by Seal. These are harder days… till next week.

R.I.P. “Face” & “Omroy” and condolences to “Miss Jan” and all who have lost someone close.

By Yannick Nesta Pessoa
(Writer / Graphic Designer)
B.A. in Philosophy

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Force of Nature...

“The trouble is that sex is a force of nature, and reason is not”
~Ashleigh Brilliant

“The true joy of life [is] being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one ... being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown to the scrap heap ... being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish clod of ailments and grievances.”
~George Bernard Shaw

“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore”
~Vincent van Gogh

Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.
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Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

“Nature is not human hearted.”
~Lao Tzu

As life would have it the Caribbean "monsoons" are here FINALLY... sing with me "here comes the rain again..."
Well crab hunts are underway... the time is hot... rain is little relief especially seeing this is a seaon where the rain is actually contingent on and directly proportional to the level of heat. Convectional rain I believe they call it in CXC geography.

Well no doubt MOBAY will see its share of floods again... and continue to see the flooding crime levels rise... BULLET BULLET BULLET everywhere... these day good men die and bastards live forever it seems.

Anyway the tides of time seem to be changing life is on the upswing and I'll be posting a few of my articles and some pix...

Saturday, May 20, 2006

RASTA RETURNS :: The Earth's most strangest man.

New Cinematic Studios presents... Rasta Returns :: The Earth's Most Strangest Man... in cinemas this summer