Friday, September 30, 2005
Save as Draft
what we miss out on. To revise is to reconsider
the experience of, say, a leaf -- never mind
that it is not green anymore. Or, pardon the sudden
evening. The transition was nice enough;
the explosive colors of dusk. And, didn’t you feel
so much sadness? I cannot explain it any better
than how I could when the outlines were still there:
trees and some wonderful new shapes.
Since then, things have changed. A pale hand
moves in the darkness. And someone is calling out,
come to bed, come to bed. And it is just you.
The evening insists on evening. It is that simple.
It is late enough as it is.
And D' BAYAW Song Line for the Month of October is...
No Lame Excuses For This One
Local Building Accessible To Only The Strongest Of The Handicapped
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wrestling Announcer Can't Believe What He's Seeing!
Monday, September 19, 2005
NEW BOOKS (SEPT 19-23)
New titles! All books in VG condition, unless otherwise stated.
Email me back ASAP or text me thru 0927-9952977 re: the ones you like.
Unahan 'to. Pick up on FRIDAY, September 23, 1 pm, Dunkin Donuts, Katipunan.
1. For Writers Only: Essays on Writing by Sophy Burnham (recommended) -- P300.00
2. The Quantity Theory of Insanity (Stories) by Will Self --P450.00
3. Bare Bones: Conversations on Terror with Stephen King -- P500.00
4. Chronicles of Bustos Domecq by Jorge Luis Borges (hard to find) -- P500.00
5. Sometimes the Magic Works by Terry Brooks (HB/On Writing Fantasy) -- P600.00
6. Supernatural Horror in Literature by H.P. Lovecraft--P400.00
7. Scar of Sweet Paradise: The Life and Times of Janis Joplin -- P450.00
8. Supermen: Tales of the Posthuman Future (Hard to Find SF Anthology) -- P500.00
9. Dragonology: The Complete Book of Dragons (HB/Full Color/RARE) by Eric Drake -- P1,000.00
10. A Galaxy Not So Far Away: Writers/Artists on Star Wars' 25 years (including essays by Lethem, Kevin Smith) -- P500.00
11. The Alphabet Vs the Goddess: Conflict Between Word & Image (recommended) -- P500.00
12. Sophie's World: Jostein Gaarder -- P250.00
13. Great Apes: Will Self (HB/SIGNED) -- P1,000.00
14. Kurt Cobain's Journals (Rare/Oversized) -- P400.00
15. Milan Kundera: Immortality -- P400.00
16. Voice From the Underworld: Maningning Miclat (HB) -- P350.00
17. Salvaged Poems: Emmanuel Lacaba -- P300.00
18. Beauty From the Ashes: Remembering Maningning -- P350.00
19. Albert Camus: Lyrical and Critical Essays -- P250.00
20. Haruki Murakami: Dance Dance Dance (Used Copy) -- P300.00
21. The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat: Oliver Sacks -- P350.00
22. The Thurber Album: A Collection of Pieces About People: James Thurber -- P20.00
23. William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside -- P100.00
24. Truman Capote: In Cold Blood (HB/No Dustjacket)-- P250.00
25. Paul Auster: Oracle Night (HB/Recommended)-- P250.00
26. Naguib Mahfouz: The Beggar (Nobel Prize Winner)-- P200.00
27. Michael Moorcock: King of the City (HB) -- P200.00
28. Civilization and its Discontents: Sigmund Freud -- P200.00
29. The Tesseract: Alex Garland (HB/Manila/must-read) -- P500.00
30. Ted Berrigan: Selected Poems -- P200.00
31. Sapphire: American Dreams (Poems) -- P200.00
32. Isaac Bashevis Singer: Gimpel the Fool -- P200.00
33. Best American Poetry 1996 (Edited by Adrienne Rich) -- P300.00
34. T.S. Eliot: The Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats (Illustrations by Edward Gorey/Hart to Find) -- P300.00
35. T.S. Eliot: Selected POems -- P300.00
36. Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature (Edited by Lorraine Anderson) -- P350.00
37. Conjunctions 35 Special Issue on Current Trends in American POetry (Highly Recommended) -- P500.00
38. Master of MIddle Earth: Essays on The Fictions of Tolkien -- P300.00
39. Miguel de Cervantes: Don Quixote -- P200.00
40. Jack Kerouac: The Dharma Bums -- P350.00
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
You are "Stand Inside Your Love" from the
album "Machina--the Machines of God."
What The Heck Does Ahit Pusit Mean?
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Saturday, September 10, 2005
Y Tu Loco Cabron, Chupa Tambien
By Vicente Fox
President of Mexico
September 7, 2005
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to serve as president of the great nation of Mexico. For nearly 200 years, our people have withstood the onslaughts of man and nature. We have withstood attack from without and attack from within. We have withstood the wars of faith, and the creeping despair of faith's absence. We have faced famine, pestilence, and poverty, and time and time again, we have succeeded, for running in our blood is the hearty stock of our Mayan and Aztec ancestors. My fellow Mexicanos, we can stand certain in the belief that we shall prevail over the trials of today. Except insofar as the Chupacabra is concerned.
Forty-seven million of our citizens are poor, with 17 million unable to afford the basic essentials of day-to-day existence. Sadly, these facts are familiar to us not only as statistics, but as real people: our mothers, our fathers, our children, and our cousins. We have climbed far since the peso crashed 10 years ago, but we must unite if we are to climb further. And as we are climbing, we must constantly look over our shoulders for the forked tongue and scaly, spiny hide of the Chupacabra.
People of Mexico, our cities have fallen under siege by thieves and murderers, but we stand together against lawlessness. The criminals and the gangs will not win! The Chupacabra, on the other hand, might. For, although hardened criminals cannot hop over trees to attack their prey, rumor has it the Chupacabra can.
Barricade yourselves in your homes and hope that this abominable creature gorges itself only on our livestock, and does not need to slake its thirst for blood on our children and our elderly. Yes, I'm afraid such a possibility is very real.
We are acting forcefully to break the grip that drug cartels have over this country, finding the supplies at their source and eradicating them. We have dispatched the army to fight the drug gangs that have run rampant in Nuevo Laredo. You can go to sleep secure in the knowledge that Mexico is working harder than ever to stop these gangsters from poisoning our children. Or, you could, were it not for the penetrating, red-eyed gaze of the goat-sucking Chupacabra.
We cannot know for sure whether the Chupacapra is an outer-space alien or some kind of feral dog-lizard hybrid. All we can know is that it should strike terror into the hearts of every man, woman, and child in Mexico. This is the only sensible response.
We have overcome the corruption in our government-housing program, and we have increased the number of homes owned by Mexico's workers, but there is more work to be done. Many of our citizens still live in tin shacks with dirt floors, vermin-infested walls, and no basic plumbing. For those who live in such conditions, I warn you: The Chupacabra will make quick work of such flimsy shelter. Then, he is likely to devour you.
The Chupacabra may be lurking among us this very minute. Even if all of Mexico pulls together and keeps a fearful eye out for this loathsome beast, it is unlikely that we will evade its deadly pounce.
Wait—did you hear something? Perhaps not. But perhaps ... Run! Run now! Run home and cower in your beds, and pray that the Chupacabra will not rip out your throat!
Friday, September 09, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
After the Sunset
NEVER AGAIN THE SAME
Speaking of sunsets,
last night's was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they?
Well, this one was terrifying.
Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful.
It wasn't natural.
One climax followed another and then another
until your knees went weak
and you couldn't breathe.
The colors were definitely not of this world,
peaches dripping opium,
pandemonium of tangerines,
inferno of irises,
all swirling and churning, swabbing,
like it was playing with us,
like we were nothing,
as if our whole lives were a preparation for this,
this for which nothing could have prepared us
and for which we could not have been less prepared.
The mockery of it all stung us bitterly.
And when it was finally over
we whimpered and cried and howled.
And then the streetlights came on as always
and we looked into one another's eyes--
ancient caves with still pools
and those little transparent fish
who have never seen even one ray of light.
And the calm that returned to us
was not even our own.
*at para kay bayaw Carljoe, isang tula mula sa Pulitzer Prize-winning book for 2005:
*at para kay bayaw Carljoe, isang tula mula sa Pulitzer Prize-winning book for 2005:
A Happy Birthday
This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.
Delights and Shadows
Friday, September 02, 2005
The recurring theme, the implicit message,
is to stay the same. Elsewhere,
the important creatures struggle to let go
of all they have experienced: the tried-on afternoons,
old clothes. They would welcome the strangeness
of, perhaps, a Cassowary: some bird
extinct in their minds for they have not seen it.
A girl stands in front of a rusty cage.
Nothing moves inside. The floor is unclean.
A large python is curled up dead or sleeping
in a corner. A piece of wood is nailed
recklessly above the cage, stating
the scientific name of the animal inside.
But this doesn’t matter: the girl cannot see
past the vertical grids. And she cannot read.
She is four years old and simply confused
by the color of rust and the smell.
Her mother is pointing at the snake. The girl’s
eyes follow her mother’s fingers. She begins sucking
on her thumb. Meanwhile, her father
is making weird noises, flailing his hands.
Her parents lead her to the aviary. The birds
make her happy. She screams with delight.
So many colors, so much grace.
Then they visit the gorillas. The frenzied jumping
and swinging frighten the girl. She throws a fit.
She pulls at her hair and her pink dress. So that
the visit to the zoo has to end early.
They head on home, the cars outside unmoving,
reticulating throughout the city. The girl is sucking
on her thumb. Her parents are making wild noises,
their hands swinging dangerously.
In bed, late that evening, the girl would wake
with a start, with some unbearable pain,
the beginning of a sadness that she’ll keep
all her life. The birds alone will comfort her,
the possibility of flight. Elsewhere,
the recurring theme, the implicit message,
is to stay the same.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Tama na yan, Inuman Na!
10pm onwards mamya sa Tribu (kung saan dating may nabaril). Nagsara na Xavier Grille dahil naputulan daw ng kuryente. Tsk-tsk.
Birthday celebration din ni Carljoe. Please be there.
Dun sa mga di ko na na-text, pasensiya na, basta sulpot na lang kayo. Naka unlimited text lang ako sa globe. la na talaga ako load.