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-

 

bwas

02/6/09

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i know four people who came over here at my little

nook today. you get to meet strangers who ask you how much

you earn, how many men you’ve slept with, how many kids you

want to have if you end up with the best person you ever slept with.

how many times you use the wet wipes, the blusher, the cuticle remover.

luckily, you get to meet four who arrive in an odd chronological manner

they shut their mouths up

and just look at you as you sit and pen words

and they grin in varied angles but with the same meaning.

and you feel, for a moment, you sure are something.

ani.erman.instik.tepoy.

 

 

 

Kill the poet

 

 (we promise to share the recording if it’s ready for airplay.

i did the vocals on this unfortunately. requested them to play it when i finally wear make-up under the glass)

 

Sylvia stuck her head into the oven

 Do that to me please, please, I beg

 You can place some pebbles in my pockets

 So I could drown in the nearby river

 

 

 Ref:

 Kill the poet in me, there’s no point

Kill the verses and haikus that I wrote

 

 

 Chorus:

 I hate days after October

 I was once ugly and you made me beautiful

 You were in the bus and I hate it when you

 Told me:

 

 (Narrative)

 I may not be able to tell you how much you mean to me

 But I want you to know that what you

 Are to me is as beautiful as life

 

 

 

Charles taught me how to leave my job

He taught me to forget about you when I’m drunk

 But then the poems waken me up

 I see the portrait you draw,

 

 you draw it so beautiful

 

 

 

 

 

 I was once ugly and

 

 

Refrain

Chorus

 

  (special thanks to Sylvia Plath and Charles Bukowski and to him)

 

 

 

 

 ♦

 

 

 (we are going to teach this to our students)

 

Ginkuom ko ang hangin

 Ginpiyong ang mata kag mag ginhawa

 Kung ang handum bala ginadapya

Sa palad ko bala magahugpa

 

 

 

 Sining gamay nga tigog

 Sa pagkatumba magapamipi

 Diri mismo ako magatindog

 

 

 

 Isinggit ko ang akon damgo sa panganod

Sa pagaspas sang pispis ako mapakalunod

Sa pag-abot sang hapon magatangla

 Sang akon handum, sang akon handum

 

 

Sa pagbundak sang ulan ako madalagan

 Ipanihol ang kasubo kag luha

 Iyuhum ang bibig bisan madulum ang dalan

 Kag ini nga mabahanon isinggit sa kahawaan

 

 

 

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Previous Comments

Puta sis daw kaladlukan sang kill the poet nga lyrics. Kasadya sang inyo jam ba. Batian ko kadlaw mo nga buhi katama. Ang mp3 ha kung luto na katama. Siyagiti bala! ;)

Posted by blu at February 6, 2009, 9:33 pm

=)

can i also hate days after october? hmm..

mingaw ko nimo tol.

Posted by kimay at February 7, 2009, 1:54 pm

nobody believed in what I can do then you arrived.

Posted by ipot at February 7, 2009, 9:05 pm

i loved it! :P especially the refrain part…KILL THE POET! wohooo!

when i saw the picture, ‘huling el bimbo’ echoed in my ears :)

Posted by ron at February 7, 2009, 9:19 pm

Tinz! i have the entire night to read your posts. Whoa balik ka sa himo music? I remember 1st year college when the male classmates were crushing on you (almost all of them except gays) lolz.

the reason:You can talk about Kid Rock, Skid Row and Staind bisan girly girly imo porma. Aswang ka gid girl!

I love your new look. Missyah so much!

Posted by shannen at February 7, 2009, 11:10 pm

can’t wait to hear the outcum of your “kill the poet.” i still can’t figure out why sylvia plath would stick her gawddamn head in the oven like that. maybe it’s like how van gogh cut his other ear. if this is an artist trademark, then i’d rather i be known as the writer who castrated his other betlog. lolz!

Posted by lio loco at February 8, 2009, 10:01 pm

@blu: nugay pamuyayaw, bad na :P kasadya kung ang mga gapalibot sa imo mga simple lang pero rock. ;)

Posted by modernpatadyong at February 9, 2009, 11:04 am

@kimay: langga langga kim :) ha;ong permi ha.

Posted by modernpatadyong at February 9, 2009, 11:04 am

@ipot: hehe. ikaw gid. ikaw gid. :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at February 9, 2009, 11:05 am

@ron: ron, i will definitely share it to you ASAP. thanks for “listening” :)

Posted by modernpatadyong at February 9, 2009, 11:06 am

@shannen: hoy botitay! :P daw testimonial ka imo magcomment. baton ko email mo daw nobela ba :P pahikap bi sa boobs :D

Posted by modernpatadyong at February 9, 2009, 11:17 am

@lio: i am sending you the mp3 soon. hala sige ba, pahiramin kita ng pinakakalawanging kutsilyo :P

Posted by modernpatadyong at February 9, 2009, 11:18 am