just got these photos c/o white rabbit Iwa Wilwayco. Los Chupacabras in the recent U.P. Fair! Rakenrol, mga bayaw!!!
*Note: If you look really close, you can spot the well-hidden attorney and an interesting display of band "synergy". Nyehehehe.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Fairly Legal
just got these photos c/o white rabbit Iwa Wilwayco. Los Chupacabras in the recent U.P. Fair! Rakenrol, mga bayaw!!!
*Note: If you look really close, you can spot the well-hidden attorney and an interesting display of band "synergy". Nyehehehe.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Extra! Extra!
Got a text from Augie Rivera about this. It's so friggin' funny, I just had to put it up. Get your copies now, people. And long live press freedom! Ahehe.
Manila Times headline today (March 14 2006):
Hooded ex-NPA fingers Dinky
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Ignorance of the Law is No Excuse
We were warned about spiders, and the occasional famine.
We drove downtown to see our neighbors. None of them were home.
We nestled in yards the municipality had created,
reminisced about other, different places --
but were they? Hadn't we known it all before?
In vineyards where the bee's hymn drowns the monotony,
we slept for peace, joining in the great run.
He came up to me.
It was all as it had been,
except for the weight of the present,
that scuttled the pact we made with heaven.
In truth there was no cause for rejoicing,
nor need to turn around, either.
We were lost just by standing,
listening to the hum of wires overhead.
We mourned that meritocracy which, wildly vibrant,
had kept food on the table and milk in the glass.
In skid-row, slapdash style
we walked back to the original rock crystal he had become,
all concern, all fears for us.
We went down gently
to the bottom-most step. There you can grieve and breathe,
rinse your possessions in the chilly spring.
Only beware the bears and wolves that frequent it
and the shadow that comes when you expect dawn.
John Ashbery
Where Shall I Wander: New Poems
We drove downtown to see our neighbors. None of them were home.
We nestled in yards the municipality had created,
reminisced about other, different places --
but were they? Hadn't we known it all before?
In vineyards where the bee's hymn drowns the monotony,
we slept for peace, joining in the great run.
He came up to me.
It was all as it had been,
except for the weight of the present,
that scuttled the pact we made with heaven.
In truth there was no cause for rejoicing,
nor need to turn around, either.
We were lost just by standing,
listening to the hum of wires overhead.
We mourned that meritocracy which, wildly vibrant,
had kept food on the table and milk in the glass.
In skid-row, slapdash style
we walked back to the original rock crystal he had become,
all concern, all fears for us.
We went down gently
to the bottom-most step. There you can grieve and breathe,
rinse your possessions in the chilly spring.
Only beware the bears and wolves that frequent it
and the shadow that comes when you expect dawn.
John Ashbery
Where Shall I Wander: New Poems
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