Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country 'tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than those heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?"
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
And admirable schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
From my ears hang
chains of paper clips.
Rubber bands form my hair.
My breasts are wells of mimeograph ink.
My feet bear casters.
My head is a badly organized file.
My head is a switchboard
where crossed lines crackle.
Press my fingers
and in my eyes appear
Credit and debit.
My navel is a reject button.
From my mouth issue cancelled reams.
Swollen, heavy, rectangular
I am about to be delivered
of a baby
File me under W
because I wonce
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every stepped you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o' clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps
The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust trampled street
With all the muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
that are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and the frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He give his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
That I have sinned thereby is not so plain.
Call me, O joy, and though your voice were phial
Of hemlock, I would drink of it again.
There is no god to make me now surrender
What startling height of folly we have known,
What now Gomorrha builded on this wonder
Of hellfire surging through our veins alone.
O heady rapture of desire forbidden,
Forbidden lips forever hunting mine!
If to my hunger you are fruit from Eden,
If to my thirst you are nepenthean wine,
If this is sin, then never will I be shriven
Who, drunk with hell, now dare the curse of heaven!
Let the mind be steel and the heart be fallow,
Let the night and the day be one,
Let the dream be no longer a dream and a halo:
Till the crash of judgement day,
He lies, who one broke bread with November
And drank of the wine of May.
He sleeps. And though battlefields turn to clover
And bayonets honor the slain,
Though peace be a tune hummed over and over
In moonlight and sunshine and rain,
The mind is steel and the heart is fallow,
Morning and midnight are one,
The dream is no longer a dream and a halo:
Love is gone.
30 November 1946
Source: Manlapaz, Edna Zapanta, ed. The Complete Poems of Angela Manalang Gloria. Quezon City: Ateneo de Manila UP, 1993. 151
Should ever wilt in wan
Despair, I shall return this way and creep
This sanctuary of fold
On fold of umber hush, and, broken, weep.
For in a dusk
As consecrate as this,
When holy moments rise upon the vast
To spread the heavy
Silence of the stars,
There shall be none to see me grovel past
The fallen towers
Of my pride: and though
My flesh should shrink from crucibles of pain
Will carve, I shall be spared
The scorn of pity of a world profane.
For in one garden
In such a twilight tabernacle bared
Alone to stars
That see not, even He
One dropped in anguish . . . and no mortal cared!
27 August 1930
Source: Manlapaz, Edna Zapanta, ed. The Complete Poems of Angela Manalang Gloria. Quezon City: Ateneo de Manila UP, 1993. 65
Coffined in this monotony
Of four straight walls that bar me
The comradeship of earth and sky:
I know that just beyond this room
Day spreads a shawl of green and gold,
And flaunts at me one broidered fold
Through yonder window laced with bloom;
And winds must stay their eager flight
To thrust [to?] my peace their tales
Of things I love, what golden trails
My feet have known, what blue my sight
Once caught. But I, now freedom-shorn
And tucked within geometric space,
Can only turn a bitter face
From so much mockery and scorn
31 May 1930
Source: Manlapaz, Edna Zapanta, ed. The Complete Poems of Angela Manalang Gloria. Quezon City: Ateneo de Manila UP, 1993. 64
Monday, January 28, 2008
Hey guys...if ever you see a silver Cross pen with my name (MaryAnne Lim, not Macky Lim) engraved on it...that's mine…I lost it last Wedesday, January 23, somewhere between 12:00pm and 2:00pm...
Or you can leave at lost and found…
The pen is of sentimental value to me, so please please return it…
- MaryAnne Lim
568 Howard Street, San Francisco, CA 94105, USA
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Friday, January 25, 2008
It's not only an event for aviation enthusiasts; it's for everyone, young and old, girls and boys! You can bring your family or your friends with you! If you don't fancy flying a hot air balloon, an airplane or be adventurous and try flying a paraglider or an ultra-light. .. There would be many tiangge stalls if not the Duty Free shopping malls around Clark for shopping addicts like me. There are also many yummy local food stalls and yummy food trips you can do in Pampanga. Pampanga is known for its yummy food and sweets. There would be a concert, many parties and cute young pilots and aviation enthusiasts who are our age from Europe and Asia... For those who like to do a little relaxing you have Holiday Inn, Mimosa and Fontana also in Clark. For shutterbugs and camwhores, you can definitely get a lot of nice photos w/ great colorful backgrounds like what my friends and i do every year!
Here's a list of what's going to happen =) if you guys want to buy tickets.. Pls. contact Katrine Llaguno 09162826916 katrine.llaguno@ yahoo.com