Pedantic Pedestrians III

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Lessons

-o, write, without, conceito, write, sans, prideTereoreo, write

+may the orce o the light be with you, and also with you

the light, the orce, with you, at the oor, also, may yoube with the light, searching or a peso, orce, light, you, at the oor,or a peso

/Ill kiss with ignorance, you whorish virginalYour trenchant esh, Ill smash with a truncheon!

Surrender. No literature can metamorphosize deamiliarizationingexcept self-manipulation...

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Negations and multiplications

Poetry is not rerigerated sinigangon bell towers.It is adobong pinoy sa gilid ng kalsada.Poetry is not your shoe store andMaos interpretations.It is just a painul addition toa tentative cultural revolution.Poetry is not a muck and a perume,

ies and Baygon.It is eces in a canal,the deecation o the banal.No, poetry is not the answer to the spacesIt is the spaces between the things as they are.Behold poetry with your ears on the ground,Dont heed the sermons and make it all the more abound.

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And I remember our years ago,I said Id come out or youBecause what better reason to be gay and to be trueTan or you and or love

I came out,you let

our years ago.

Memories are the cities in our minds.And you are our years awayIn a distant buildingOld and crumblingFar and unreachingBut still there.

kc

Four Years Ago

Four years ago

Memories are the weight o the years

And memory came in rushingWith our years worth o heavinessShrouded in that perectly tatteredPlaid shirt.Coming back seems to be a light hearted aair or you

And you touched my ace the way you touched it beoreUnder memorys sheets all rotting away orour years inside the cabinet.

And in that meetingI came in and said helloLike the rst time,Preserved and always sureTat you coming back would beComing back to ages I drownedIn poetry, alcohol andTose boys that never were really dierentIn plaid, in printDisposable

ManageableBut still transitory.And still would come backAnd say How are you?

Every boy I went out withis you repeated over and over again.Four years o you


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Musa/musa

Hindi pinipilit ang musa. Ang musa ay siyang akma sa ngalan niya.Mailap. Pero hindimo kailangang habulin. Sadyang darating. Hindi mo kailangangantayin. Ang musaay mapagmataas. Subalit hindi nakalilimot humingi ng libong pau-manhin.Nagmamalaki. Pero hindi humihingi kahit pirasong papuri.

Ngayong gabi, ikaw Musa, ay nangungutyang sinusulyapanang natatambak ng mga yosing kinain na ng sarilingusok. Malayo kang sadya, aking Musa. At akoypalalong pinagmamasdan molamang habanggumagaygaysa parang ngmga titik attalinghaga.At Nauupos

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Isang araw

Tigang ang bukid ngunitsumasayawang luntiang pastulansa saliw ng habagat;parating na ang tag-ulan.***

Ang mga burolay tila padersa gabing pinagkakasyasa natutuyong gasera;natutuyo na rin ang sikmura,ihehele ng katahimikanat may guguhit na ngitisa mga alitaptapna naghahabulan.

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Isang Kwentong Pambata

Mga lamok ay kumalat,ang bawat kanto ay puno ng mga pusalit estero,ng mga pinalayas ng Palasyosapagkat bawal sa kabundukan(mga rebelde!)sa kaparangan,blast their homes! di na nakatiis ang kaharian.

Sa kalaunay daan-daanmga alitaptap na dinampot sa kagubatan, sa mga parang.Humupa na rin ang ulanat natuwa ang kaharian.

igib na karimlan ang bumabalotsa ngayoy payapa ng kaparangan sa di kalayuan.Matayog ang kabundukang hinahamon ang buwan.Ang mga alitaptap ay muling nagkukumpulan.Isang pulutong ng mga sulo, nagbabadya ngmuling pagbuhos ng ulan.

Ubos na ang kape, tapos na ang kwentuhan, simula na ng mahabanglakaran.

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Isang kwentong pambata

Inaantay ang pagtila ng ulan habang sinalubongang takipsilim ng kape at kwentuhan.

Eto ay kwentongbatid ng karamihan,naririnig na lamang sa iilan.Isang kwentong pambatana bagamat luma, sa pag-alala

ang panahon ay ating dinadaya.

Sa isang malayong kaharian, kung saan ang mga hayopay namumuhay ng payapa gaya ng simula ng bawat kwentong pam-bata.

Sa kagubatan ng isang malayong kaharian,umalingawngaw:ugong ng mga chainsaw ay halakhak,dagundong ng dinamita ang hagalpak.

Ang mga palaka ay di natuwa,di kalaunaynag-ingay.

Sa inis ng palasyo,mga palaka ay kinastigo.

Kayong mga palakagabi-gabi na lang bad news ang inihahaing hapunan!Natakot sa palasyo,kaya maging si pagong ay nagtago.

Ang mga alitaptap,hindi nga bat kinasuhanng illegal possession o rearms?


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coffee in the movies

wanna go out or coee?the attractive leading man would sayto his blushing virgin o a ladylove.she smiles shyly, yet makes no moveto say no.(pause mo muna, nasi-CR ako.)

they walk side by side,

her summer yellow dressuttering in the slight windas he slowly makes a moveto take her hand.(ang landi. ugh)

cae al resco, the settingin imitation France, with umbrellaswhere people wear sleeveless clothesand walk their tiny dogsin the aternoon sun.(wow ang ganda ng colours o)

silly o me to think

that there isnt any romance in coee--black, bitter, scalding hot coeein a scalding hot aternoon--when clearly the moviessuggest otherwise.(credits na? wait, what?)

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Suite no. 3 in K

you are always at the beginningthe way you touch and talk and beand I am always lost in your gazedwelling in the (im)possibilityof an end

Eternal Return

you speak to me with music,as i reply to you songs, words, unsungbreath, taking, near, your earsas each memory unnels to distinctionand of that distinction, again, music

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Sa isang butil ng ubas nabuo

Sa isang butil ng ubas nabuo angMga daliri mong walang kukoAt kalahati ng ubas na itoAng laki ng katawan mot binti.

Ilang buwan ka ring sumiklotSa sapin-sapin na unan laman

Nakipaglaro sa dugo, luhaAt ipu-ipo ng pagdaramdam.

Bumaluktot kat sumirko sa tubig ulanLumangoy, nakipaghabulanSa dalawang daliring bakal, takotGalit, maari, hanggang abutan katLumamig.

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The Homophobe

Already a buzz o ies easts the regal corpseSweet and resh, sweet and resh, sweat and eshHe the man reluctant sentimentalSucking the mental scent

More earsome than ear his panting wasA network o cloudy veinsHis pride stronger than strength

He the man, the man, the Man!

Yet as lieless the corpse lying at his eetAs languid the ow o lthy bugsesh and sweat, resh and sweet, resh and sweet!Te tears, they imply, as he quietly sobsHes the saddest of sadists.

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Friday I

Met a couple o girls, they ignored me. Met a couple o boys, Ishould stop running my mouth.

Come here oten? met with nervous laughter. Already I had struckout, I had nothing in my arsenal. Tese boys eortlessly made music,ell in love at once only once; I knew nothing o these things. Idecided to third wheel with B+P, meaningless odder and the past,

things I were uent in.

But I couldnt stop thinking about Js slim, Barbie legs. Tey spokeor her more than the nose ring and the occasional baby voice thisgirl had no time for me, this girl made me feel like an orphan.

Friday II (Baguio Country Sounds)

I already liked the sound o it. All dark and people I dont know andoverpriced beer.

Kitsch on E, the unseen hand moving to the small o my back;

this was not Baguios heart, this was mine.Tis place could be dangerous but I could only taste the story thatwould come ater.

Daring ourselves to dance wasnt that difcult, there was nothing elseto do.

We shouldnt have come here I told K and C. Tey laughed, longand hard, I felt beautiful again.

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Move

Move, like the dancing o the sun, Adam, moveLike the eastern caustic mystic

drink the milk o plastic illusions;caress the cross with careless hands;proceed to play the coyless misdeed;splash the plague with manta ray blindness;Mecca move, Mecca move

Move, like the bouncing o hills, Maalik, moveLike the western ocean eye

shake the perceptions, shockingly sharpseize the supersonic soliloquistexplode, collapse, moveMake a move make a move make a move

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Word Vomit

The letters oat, words playing a whimsical game o tagFlitting in and out o my sleep-deprived mind

Desperately. I make a grab or them

Yet they dance away, their taunting laughter

Ringing in my ears.

I attempt to bring them into ocus;

Knocking back can ater can ater can o

Water. Sugar. Malt. Citric acid. Cereals. Acesulame-K. articial

Apple avor. FDxC Yellow #5s.

Munching on sticks o 5 dierent kinds o grains,

With cheese. Salt, Vegetable oil. Maltodextrin. Hydrolyzed vegetable protein:

FDxC Yellow #5 (E902), FD&C Red#40 (E129)

My eyes, they protest

For theyve seen too much,

And yet understand so little.

So I distract mysel with these highaluting words

Tat have too many unnecessary syllables

And too many useless letters

When you know, I know, and everybody knows that

Tey are nothing more than ucking

Preservatives

Meant to lengthen the shel lie o this thing

Which you swear is all-natural and MSG-ree.

I read the words and know I should gag.

Expel these oreign particles rom my system

But my stomach remains un-upset.

And with horror I realize I have developed a taste

For this chemical garbage

I reach or another chip.

Stop.

I retract my hand and decide to call it

(a very early) day.

Caeine surges in my veins,

I throw mysel into another tul,

Short-lived sleep.

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Fragment I

Nalulusaw ang mga dingding ng kuwarto ko sa tuwing nababa-nggit ang pangalan mo. Waring nagiging likido ang matitigas nasementong pinatas upang bakuran ang lagalag kong puso. Para bangnahuhubaran ako unti-unti sa dahan-dahang pagtulo ng tubig nabato dumudulas ang panyo kot palda.

Fragment II

Ikaw ang araw na sumisikat sa balikat kot lumulubog sa aking pu-sod. Sa gitna ng mga pasusuhang bundok, duon ka naglalagi, nag-bababad, naglalakad tungo sa kung saan ka, siya, ako galing.

Fragment III

Magkakaroon kayo ng pagkakataon kung saan makakahanap kayong perpektong mga lugar para sa mga kurba ng katawan niyo. Sapinaka kumportableng pamamaraan mailalapat niyo ang ulo sa ba-likat ng isa, sandal sa leeg at pisngi sa mga usling buto niya.

jgd

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Walang lugar ang mga paa sa Ciudad

Walang lugar ang mga paa sa CiudadAng pag-unlad ay gulong na umiikotginagasgas ang pasilyo ng pedestrian laneHayaan mong lumawig ang imperyo ng lansangan,ang mga linyay tumutula ng kaligtasanDahil ang pagtawid ay isang sayawng pandanggong walang ilaw

laman ng pusoy di pag-ibigkundi alinlangan

Walang lugar ang ugat ng CiudadPara lamang itong mata at maka-mundong pag-irogPara lamang sa makinang gumigiling, dumudurogsa mgat batot buhangin, lumilikha ngsimentong lumilikha ng mga gusali

Minsang pakitamdam koisa akong salimpusa sa lugar na itoWalang lugar ang isang tulad ko sa Ciudadisang jaywalker

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LDR

I wonder,as I brush my ngersthrough these keysand letters, do you eelme touching you as yougrasp these wordsrom my mouth

colliding into yoursor is it the eshthat you eelnot my lovein everytime we touchin words.

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Every day, morning and night miss each other

Beore the night, there was panic and motionand collision o bodies that want to go home,choral protests o stomachs that want to be ed.A sun sets and a candle is used to replacethe littlest consolation or all wretchedness.Probably, one dying candle would alland nd tattered clothes to burn.

Probably, re trucks would nd it hardto get through a puzzle o houses.Probably, death is al l but unanticipatedor those who have been missing a lieever since.

During the night, someone waits a strangerHopeulness and hopelessness in a mireTe only certainty is the act o waiting,And how one can know a stranger?When does estrangement begins and when doesrecognition begins?What is the point o paradoxesand logical dirts?

During the night, women write poems,some boys write their philosophies,and let sunrises consummate a need or redemption.

Ater the night, there could be strength.For what one muses, she has to act upon soon.Lilies and daisies grow becauseo ecological ows.But we are all ever-digressing and arguingAter the night, the sun criesAs it watches over the inhibitedpains o little peddlers on

a pointless journey o strie.

August 08, 2012 Philam Baguio City

iel

Every day, morning and night miss each other

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