Sunday, July 26, 2015

THANK YOU, Philippines Graphic, for having my poems...

...grace the whole page 42 of your current July 20, '15 issue! It is truly an honor. (Philippines Free Press in 1998, then now Philippines Graphic. I guess getting published in the country's two esteemed news-and-literary paper magazines, in two consecutive centuries, ain't bad. ;) )

Now, on other "related" news. Ayon kay Senador Ralph Recto ('SONA IS POETRY, BUDGET IS PROSE'):

Poetry: State of the Nation; prose: Technical Report to the SONA and the proposed national budget.

What he isn't saying, the common Filipino's experiences and struggles:

Epic poetry: The true state of the nation.

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Anyway, print on photo of page, bottom of this post, is a little too small already. So here they are:

Shadow on Bathroom Floor

I watch my shadow stare back at me without eyes,
omniscient as I perceive it to be, knowing all about me...
when it's just a splotch the lit light bulb on the ceiling,
above the toilet bowl, casts before me,
upon the tiled floor cum Rorschach test.

Okay, all-knowing it isn't. Neither is it dumb.
Or anywhere in-between. It's just there;
dark and futile mimicry of reflection.

Wing envy

Grounded humans we, wax only figuratively,
When we refer to ourselves as having those
Pairs of “membranous appendages,” of feather,
Flesh, and bone, that our avian cohabitants
Flap vigorously to fly, or hold still and extended
To glide in the blue, gray, or blue-gray sky.

But there is no direct relation between earned respect
And altitude, it seems, for those naturally endowed
To leave earth for a while.

And so the treatment, “accordingly”: If we can’t fly,
At least we do vicariously, through piercing steel
Projectiles, launched from lethal devices, also of steel.
As experts, we have learned to reach and decimate
What we can only see and aim at, but can not touch
nor soar with, solely with our bodies.

Such immense satisfaction:
To see eagle or dove plummet like a shuttlecock,
Except with feather, flesh, and bone – and blood.

(And, what's with the computer "program" that erroneously conjoins two separate words? removing the space in-between? I didn't know "norsoar" and "solelywith" would appear, prior to submission. Sorry...So please consider the above the final texts... :p Though now, with this blog post, I got a problem with the spacing between lines/stanzas/paragraphs... :( )


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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Why Coffee for Breakfast?

We drink coffee for breakfast,
to coalesce warmth from inside and out.
Latter, courtesy of sunlight, through skin.
Former, emanates from the hot drink, 
through mouth, gullet, stomach.

The glowing energies (the much grander
one, celestial; the humbler, perhaps from musang 
poop) permeate and meet somewhere 
subepidermal.

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

"Hell is -- other people!"

...said Jean-Paul Sartre, in "No Exit."

One day, I'll travel the world naked
and holding nothing (not even a travel bag).

One day, everybody else will be blind.

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Saturday, July 11, 2015

My Book Collection(s)

Then...

I counted my books of poetry
and comedians' biographies,
and was surprised to find the latter
far outnumbered the former.

So I tried to even things out,
and more of the former bought,
until somehow they numbered
the same as the other.

Now...

I've lost count of how many
books I have of poetry.
Likewise with how many
I have of comics' biographies.

But now I don't really care,
if each set equals the other.
Still I can't help but wonder:
Which is sadder?

Dedicated to the late Robin Williams (comedian, actor, wrestler, among others), and the others... 


Robin Williams (July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014)

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Poetry and Plumbing

A little past noon. Reading "This World: Poems by Harvey Shapiro" while seated on a short concrete fence bordering between Royal Midway Plaza building and its parking lot. Two utility men wearing green shirts printed with "Royal Midway Plaza" approach and slide off the concrete cover of the manhole, a meter and at a forty-five degree angle left of me. It reveals three big pipes and one small one, all bent downward at a ninety degree angle. I close my book and ask, "Sa tubig ba 'yan?" ("Is that for the water?" Really my way of asking, "That's not the septic tank, is it?") The older guy replies, "Yes," and tells me and his companion about fixing the water supply with plumbing jargon. He'll buy a "floater" (yes, I believe that's what he said). They leave. The manhole, with its cover slid off (and perhaps an empty tomb laid at its bottom), remains open. My book of poetry remains closed.

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