February 2012
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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...