siya

 

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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.

 

sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.

 

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 poetry as visual art

 powets do kick ass

 iPud (ako, too)

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and this. a proof that:

how you see LIFE is how

you actually see YOUR self.


 

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maddening spurt:

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 “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

 

-Jack Kerouac-

 

halad

12/30/08

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some people are born thoughtful in an odd orgasmic way:

 

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for the very first time, i am able to reread my own words

from white sheets of paper that still smell like burnt ink

 

 

“How to Lick Melancholy Between the Thighs of Life and Dying”

(the recent poems of everything amber and clumsily falling)

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”

—Factotum, 1975

 

 

 

“sis, go get an ambition. i never thought you write outside genres. I HAVE NO CHOICE but compile them and give you a legend’s last songs. seriously, get seriously published. if you fail, another option is to get pregnant. belated happy birthday, ageless muse, karanso”

 

 

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Sis, I am glad you like my simple present. Happy 2009 pa gid!

Posted by malongbalong at December 30, 2008, 5:26 pm

@balong: ginpabutod mo ang akon tagipusuon sa kalipay, manghod. :) kabay nga ang 2009 mangin mahamunghayaon sa imo kag sa imo mga pinalangga. salamat sa tanan.

Posted by modernpatadyong at January 1, 2009, 6:12 pm

who is factotum? and why the hell is she (i presume she’s a she, as most factotums are) narrating an entry straight from the page of my narcissistic, angst-ridden life? haha. happy new year tinay! :D

Posted by lio loco at January 1, 2009, 9:37 pm

@lio: that is a book by my darling Bukowski. i told you to shut up about it and drink away :D happy new year lionel blahblah (im evading the ache to divulge your wonderful full name) :P

Posted by modernpatadyong at January 2, 2009, 10:10 pm