December 2009
5 posts
From a book
There will be times I will post poems written by local and foreign masters as a way to quicken your and my blood. Or to slow it down. I am nowhere near my goal of taking up my desired M.A. course, and the idea of preparing a splendid portfolio to submit and passing the admission exam fills me with dread so much it makes me catatonic.
But words do have a way of easing themselves into my system...
lost in plath
an excerpt:
Give me back my shape. I am ready to construe the days I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone. My ankles brighten. Brightness ascends my thighs. I am lost, I am lost, in the robes of all this light. - Witch Burning, Sylvia Plath
my 2D kiddos
ever since high school, i’ve always held calvin and hobbes—these two “baby” characters, the storyline, the wit, the hidden sadness and fear (even moe the bully!)—very, very close to my heart. suffice it to say that this comic book, among other rare gems in my life, anchored me amidst turbulent periods. apart from that, i remember i brought a calvin and hobbes...
after a Tweet
in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, i saw myself in clementine’s character. she was, in one word, havoc. i won’t ever expound. suffice it to say that havoc for most, especially for artists, is like light to moths. it attracts, yet gives nothing back. only glimmer, a spark, an implosion, and then nothing else. i perpetually cherish an exchange from the said movie. it goes:...
muse-less but only for now
There is no such thing as a part-time writer. Look at Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Gary Kasparov, Lisa Macuja, Cecile Licad. You have to be obsessed with writing. You have to be so obsessed that you do not do anything else but write. There can be no compromises with your art. All pianists and painters and dancers practise their art five, ten hours a day. You must also. You must also write ten...