And, finally, we came up with a more compound one, attempting to study, if not defy, the limits of style, structure, and media, thus, departing from the margins while keeping space, as we know it, undefined, so to speak. With the book’s dynamic approach to an age when we are all subject to compartmentalized outlooks and fed with a prepackaged sense of identity, it’s a challenge to insist on finding meaning and value in ubiquity.
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Sometimes, while you’re trying to outsmart time behind your work desk, you meet with your thoughts and ask questions you dare not ask your kitties. Then you try to find a way to impart that conversation to any surface you can find. And when you do find it, the universe simply opens up its doors to usher you in.
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Piso pa rin ba?
O mas malamig pa sa piseta?
Ang agahan, pananghalian
at hapunan na pinagkasya
isang maliit kakarampot na supot
para ipagpalit sa pangarap
na papsikel, tutunawin lang
nang panandalian, isisikmurang
sa paparating na pantawid sa tag-init.
Pabili po ng ice candy…
Piso pa rin ba?
-Armineonila M., 2017
Half-empty words wash away
the narratives, spilt favours,
modern fatigue —
we owe the landowners —
as our worn out pleas
flee in silence.
Our kins rode the wings of fate
in begging fashion,
shoveling their own
craving for death.
We mourn for old debts,
for we are tiny pebbles
in a shore of gluttons.
What purpose do our lips serve
when we speak pass the clouds?
While we cease to embrace
the pen with our tongues?
We dug out the snare, fist and spine.
They fed on our spirit.
-Armineonila M., 2016
If only the burning of bridges
remains an idiot’s idiom
and we could still dream of flowerbeds
and never hear gunshots
of freedom from a remote uproar
lay the sword to rest –
what powers does it hold under a child’s gaze?
even time halts for mourning
when the sharp edges of tyranny
dug deep down their tiny bellies
why must we smell the flowers?
read people with dead shot eyes
after a while
the trees shall whisper
some so-called heroes’ anthem
who spoiled the soil that fed them
while our ruins
are traded for inorganic memories
or so history went
and thought free verse rhymes
or weaves a synopsis of the future
but we refuse to breathe
the putrid lies
our masked men feed
a gold miner’s poverty
alongside fragile footsteps.
-Armineonila M., 2016
Mini musing: The pen is mighty until its ink had dried out.
I’ve spent a couple of days redesigning my blog and didn’t follow through in order to file this entry. I’ve been quailing at Ma’ Rosa for weeks now but missed the chance of watching Jaclyn Jose take home her Best Actress trophy from the 2016 Cannes Film Festival on Youtube. There’s no doubt that Ma’ Rosa’s hard-edged impromptu style social realist narrative could flush out the Philippine k-pop-culture-obsessed mainstream media in a jiffy. Independent filmmakers and thespians alike have been craving for keen attention from local moviegoers for a long time now but to no avail. It’s high time. Directed by Brillante Mendoza and initially released in May, the film premiers in the Philippines on July 6.
And that, comrades, is how THE social media work.
So as I mentioned earlier, I’m going to weigh in on the Harambe tragedy because, like the rest of the internet, I can. But I will not be slinging deadly stuff on the Cincinnati Zoo and its visitors here. They’ve been beaten up by the interwebs over the past weeks already.
I would simply throw in some insights and leave a picture of Harambe here to remind us all what we as humans have diligently evolved into, arms akimbo.
Lee Hall, author of On their own terms: Animal liberation for the 21st century, wrote: “If we think it appropriate to hold conscious beings in exhibits for ticket holders in the first place, we have already made the assessment that their lives are not as valuable as ours.”
Indeed, one must reflect upon what we have learnt from visiting zoos. Even though, none of these lessons include lifting a finger to assist in habitat conservation for critically-endangered species. But it’s alright to be upset and pour out our contempt over a post or a status update. After all, we have gotten used to expressing all our deep-seated, searchable angst over our newsfeeds, including thoughts that give us nightmares, like whether the dress is blue or gold.
So, now is the time to convert all of these emotions into action, something social media have been urging us to do ever since.