Daily Archives: September 8, 2006

Nakita na lamang niya ang sarili na nagmamasid sa isang babaeng nagmamando sa isang tao sa kalye. Hindi maipaliwanag nito ang mga bagay sa babaeng punong-abala hanggang ito’y mapaupo na lamang na pawisan sa tabing daan. Umalis siya at kanyang … Continue reading →

It might as well be the catacomb when cultists trickled in & knocked on the secret door engraved with the sign of fish-christ. It might as well be this gallery as a secret church where three artists, in low voices, … Continue reading →

Steve Irwin, in his own way, defended wildlife from the predatory savagery of men. The stingray is king of his domain. That made a world of a difference.

Gramsci didn’t source his Prison Notes from behind the desk He helped supply arms to the Italian workers, set up Red Guards & factory councils It was only this way that truth was fashioned out of daily practices of why … Continue reading →

I Never did he know her full history She would circumnavigate the track alone & fast like Baudelaire’s faun Nary a word passed between them Nothing beyond furtive glances & heavy breathing She, staying in her mathematic course He, freezing … Continue reading →

The green, green grass extends for miles A young river runs across it Now & then a flock of birds disturbed by alien human presence flaps out of trees & on to the plain Finally a hollow of twisting vines … Continue reading →

Like breakfast fish & rice, milk & cereal we turn on the radio & wait for the morning paper. What’s going on? What happened to yesterday’s today? We’re always by 24 hours late. Can we be seconds ahead of present … Continue reading →

He was an idiot. He didn’t know anything about himself. But he obeyed the law & did his duties like any good citizen. When the officials at the checkpoint called him a terrorist the idiot decided to be one. He … Continue reading →

At four in the afternoon Ignacio Mejia Sanchez, matador, was gored at the corrida in Spain & deep into the night Federico Garcia Lorca was shot by a gang of Franco’s men At four in the afternoon savaged by the … Continue reading →

My eyes are the sun’s spitting fire My mouth is Venus’s flicking traps My fangs are the bat’s dripping blood I am the beast in the garden I am the raw wind that gets to the bone: But you just … Continue reading →