Friday, August 27, 2010
Tama si Elias Canetti, ang masa
radyong gawang-HK o droga sa pakete
Monday, August 23, 2010
Lackluster daw ang performance niya,
on this other, the crux and root of his unhappiness, having
no birthright right to protest against becoming the spittoon,
dungeon of a situation, forever Right in her philosophy and peer-
party speeches with spit, coddled by villagers and Catholics and
elderly judges, labellers with aplomb, the mummified eternity
vainly---look out, out arriving in her garage-way: the
unwrongable righteousness. Singing in the night,
complaining about her work while trampling
the leaves with the beauty of closed eyes,
telling all the labelled curb snakes how
comfortable they already are in
the labelled city grass.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Nakita ko ang paruparong itim, about this big
It probably was a moth, not a butterfly, dark
Kasi sa room no’n, kahit noon, noontime as
Quarter moonshine by
I was full of wildflowers in my hair, or wax in
My ears na ‘kala ko nga may dagat sa tabi. ‘Di
Nangyari ang inexpect kong mangyayari. Yari
Ka ngayon, wala kang mairereport, and Oswald
De Andrade, of the US Marines, ay wala ring
Mapapala sa rumored nickel-rich islang itim.
Nakapaglaba na ng PE shirt and pants for my kiddo.
Sabi kasi ng teacher PE uli sila tomorrow, and wow
Naman, dami ko pang gagawin; pero syempre, PE
Is PE and Philosophy is just philosophy. I mean this
Is not my dissertation I’m editing, it’s my kumare’s,
Philosophy major—that’s me, I exist to help others.
Though di ko masasabing Other ang anak ko, he’s
A part of me, y’see, as my hand is me, without which
Pilay ang buhay ko. And as for my kumare, aba:
She cooks for me, sleeps with me, I call her kumare
Kasi, even though she ain’t. Nakapaglaba na me!
Tapos ito, pangatlo na at two.
Ten na when I finished my paper
On the catapult, kasi inihambing ko
Ang pag-catapult ng isang political
Machinery sa candidate nito, and I
Felt I had to explain the metaphor
Further, the catapult, the cat in my
Head refusing to die the death na
Sa palagay ko naman dapat nang
Mangyari. Mabaho kasi ang tae
Ng civet cat na yan e, punyeta,
To think I’m having coffee
Pa naman, and it’s good
Pa naman. It is!
Catapult. . . .
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The car CD player plays Yano’s freedom song “Naroon” as Joanna adjusts her seat to lie down and look at the empty backseat.
When their car exits the bridge, a sign that points “To Soria” has Fidel’s fish-and-dynamites art on or above it.