February 2012
12 posts
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LOVE WON'T SAVE US: I’ve always wanted to begin a... →
hey, this is me! thanks for posting, man.
ahuntersheart:
I’ve always wanted to begin a poem with the line, “I’ve always wanted to begin.” Now I have. Best to end here, but then the universe is expanding back into its black beginnings, and space, aware of its own looming demise, is singing of possibilities. I’m almost over, it sings, it’s almost over…
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Civilization, by Carl Phillips →
ahuntersheart:
There’s an art to everything. How the rain means April and an ongoing-ness like that of song until at last it ends. A centuries-old set of silver handbells that once an altar boy swung, processing … You’re the same wilderness you’ve always been, slashing through briars, the bracken of your invasive self. So he said, in a dream. But the rest of it—all the rest— was waking: more...
Pilosopo Tasyo: A Space Between Sides: Discoursing... →
admuphilo:
The Department of Philosophy, invites the Ateneo Community to a forum titled A Space Between Sides: Discoursing the Impeachment on Wednesday, 29 February 2012, 4:30 PM at CTC 105. In this forum, the Department of Philosophy has invited Ms. Carmela Abao, of the Department of Political…
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Ateneo posts invite to noise barrage, takes it...
Earlier today, the Ateneo de Manila Facebook page put up an invite for a noise barrage, to be held later today along Katipunan. I shared it on my own FB page, then went back to work. By mid-afternoon, I revisited the page, and saw it flooded with posts criticizing Ateneo for, well, putting up an invite to it. The call to silence and apathy appalled me, and I proceeded to engage the posters (at...
Speech of President Aquino at the anniversary of... →
“Narito po tayo ngayon: nagbabalik-tanaw sa nakaraan, hinahamon ng kasalukuyan, at muling tinatawag upang ipaglaban ang atin pong kinabukasan. Huhubugin ba natin ang kinabukasang ito, o magpapakaladkad na lang tayo sa tadhana?”
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Road Trip Renga
The missed turn, the doubling back, the losing track: are we there yet? Now, a busted brake light of a truck in front impatiently blinks. Weary of its life of travel, of finding those precise gaps in time where it can glow. We’ve all taken a wrong right somewhere. Or a left, when we should have gone straight ahead. Sometimes, the distant memory of defying distance is enough: a...
January 2012
6 posts
Why's this so good? →
tetw:
27 top writers, journalists and editors select their favourite pieces of classic non-fiction
For the past couple of months Nieman Storyboard has been asking experts to describe what makes their all-time favourite articles and essays so good. To read the 27 excellent short essays click here.
Together, the articles they have chosen make up one of the best reading lists we’ve seen, ...
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Collective Soul - The...
We are made of everyone else.: Dear Customer Who... →
aninafish:
Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15 and 17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10 to 12 years old. The only way to describe him was scrawny, neat, and very clean for a boy his age. They were talking about finding a game for the younger one, and he was...
I Write As I Write: It's More Contrary in the... →
iwriteasiwrite:
“…As well, it seems that we have a tendency to demand change, and yet refuse to accept change; arguing that (amorphously I might add) it’s not the change we want. Well, what exactly is it we want to change then? Moving forward as a country is not an instantaneous event. Projects, programs, changes, whatever should be evaluated on their own merits, within their own...
carmenology: Pico Iyer on Quiet →
carmenology:
…We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say. Partly because we’re so busy communicating. And — as he might also have said — we’re rushing to meet so many deadlines that we hardly register that what we need most are lifelines.
So what to do? The central paradox of the machines that have made our lives so much brighter, quicker, longer and...
December 2011
15 posts
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Paalam (Salin ng Huling Tula ni Rizal)
Paalam, mutyang Bayang iniirog ng araw, Perlas ng Silangang Dagat, naglahong paraiso. Sa iyo na itong buhay kong puno ng lumbay, Na kahit ba naging mas maningning, o mas sariwa, Sa iyo ko pa rin iaalay. Sa gitna ng digmaan, sa init ng labanan, Walang alinlangang mamamatay para sa iyo. Sa lilim man ng punong matatag, sa piling ng laurel o lirio, Sa bitayan man o sa parang, lumalaban man o...
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For What It's Worth
“…Pain comes from the darkness and we call it wisdom. It is pain.” - Randall Jarrell
How does one write about wisdom in the face of so much grief is a question every poet should be ashamed to ask. Meaning, no logic here beyond the aching, meaning, the saying is always easy; the hard part is in meaning. Someone is speaking to himself. Imagine his teeth like...
Anonymous asked: Kael, where do you post your poems now? Could we have a link please? I miss your poems terribly. Also, my sister is asking, when does your first poetry book come out? - Mou, from India. :D
“For every window left
to the ruthlessness of weather,
begging for a draft
...”
– Shards, Mikael de Lara Co
…aaand that’s me, on Spindle (http://spindle.ph/)! Go take a look at the rest of the poem.
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Information for donors and volunteers for relief... →
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The Books They Gave Me: Capote. →
thebookstheygaveme:
Nessa and I bonded during our junior year of high school over books (we couldn’t keep our noses out of them) and shared dislike of our boring rest-stop of a town (a dozen gas stations and fast food joints split in two by a rushing freeway). Every day on the bus we’d talk about the books we…
“Almost a thousand years later
I am asking the same questions
you did the ones...”
– W.S. Mervin, A Letter to Su T’ung Po (via yesyes)
whenwetalkaboutlove:
INTERVIEWER
And as of now, what do you ask from a story?
HEMPEL
The two things I want are interesting language and genuine feeling. And one other thing: Years and years ago I knew a very wise woman who was tremendously accomplished and who had excelled at many things, a lifetime achievement for anybody else, and I asked what was her goal now? And she didn’t hesitate...
November 2011
11 posts
“You know that things become stories about other things. Everyone I used to love...”
– Lauren Ireland, from The Lil Wayne Letters: July 18th 2010 (via holdonmagnolia)
“The bad lover, like the bad poet, perhaps because of a preoccupation with self,...”
– Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Essays and Memoirs (via wwnorton)
“The trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat. So, I decided this...”
– Penelope, The Brothers Bloom (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars,...”
– Eavan Boland, Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet (via yesyes)
Unusual Date Ideas
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Unfolding, by Carl Dennis
If there is no spirit unfolding itself in history, No gradual growth of consciousness Beneath the land grabs and forced migrations, The bought elections, the betrayal of trust By party faction in the name of progress— What about spirit in the personal realm Unfolding slowly inside us, so slowly That our best days seem like a holding action? Seasons repeat themselves, but the tree Shading...
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: I Found a Beating Heart... →
fuckyeahpoetry:
I found a beating heart half-buried in the woods. It was beating beneath some dead leaves. When I picked it up, it was warm and heavy in my cold hands. I worried I was going to drop it. Later, I found a woman half-buried not far from where I found the beating heart. Is this your beating…
Filipino Poets: Archeology, by Eliza Victoria →
Not satisfied with the sight of bodies placed side by side, they powered up the tractors and started crushing bones beneath the machinery, folding and re-folding until anonymity was achieved. Years later, experts went down there on hands and knees, digging up limbs powdered and scattered like the kitchenware of a lost culture. One of them peered up at the impossibly blue sky and remarked at the...
October 2011
24 posts
“Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure...”
– Still one of our top blogs right now. Interesting thoughts here.
Lisa Bloom: How to Talk to Little Girls
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Filipino Poets: The Discovery of Landscape, by... →
When we saw the city, We believed again in time. Line of the tall spires and the bend Of a bright sky. We believed again in space. Light of the large looms and the roof of the great eye. We believed again in perfectibility (if not perfection), in the fresh (if not the new). We named it progress. The past was not warm, so we named it dead. We named everything we could not touch Passed. We...
“Please stop using the phrase “krisis sa Mindanao” o “kaguluhan sa Mindanao” on...”
– Mabel Sunga-Acosta (via thecyberniche)
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“You’re told time and again when you’re young to write about what you know, and...”
– Raymond Carver (via theparisreview)