Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Aislamiento

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Detail from one of Spanish-Filipino artist Fernando Zobel’s ‘Serie Negra’ ink paintings, c 1959-1962 (Ayala Museum)

stand alone
and close
your ears
to the
deafening
wagging of
tongues
around you:
you cannot
expect
the world
to understand
let alone
accept
who you
are
who you
choose
to be.

pity party
they say,
drama-rama
they say:
you are
always wrong
they are
always right –
but
it doesn’t
have to
be
that way.

what do
they know
why do
they care;
leave them
to their
mediocrity
to their
psychobabble
to their
envy
and hate
and ire
and spite.

go
on your
way;
there is
nothing wrong
with you;
be yourself
be true
to yourself
and let
the world
go hang.

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Posted in Art and About, Verses

Kemungkinan

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“The Two Fridas” – Frida Kahlo, 1939

maybe
i’m not
the ideal
you have
in mind.

i am:
short-tempered
ill-favoured
hopelessly neurotic;
terminally anxious,
world-weary,
disillusioned
by life
by love
by too
many disappointments.

plump
as the
proverbial partridge;
awkward;
two left
feet
and a
voice
like a
banshee;
short-sighted,
older than
you –
and that
can’t be
right.

and yet:
there is
poetry
in my
soul,
tenderness
in my
heart;
a listening
ear,
and hands
that heal;
and eyes
that see
the goodness
the kindness
in you.

and how
despite
the distance
i can
reach out
and talk
to you
in the
mornings
about life
and all
its possible
meanings.

but:
is it
enough
is it
not enough
to spark
to kindle
a flame
in you?

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

One Million Things

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i have
a million
things
to say:
ideas
bubbling up
from the
depths
of my
mind,
emotions
spilling over
from my
heart.

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unsure
if i
can talk
can write
can sing
them out
of my
system;
i wonder
if they
will shock
will awe
will hurt
will annoy
will force
others
to think
to laugh
to mock
to judge
to try –
at the
very least –
to understand.

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i have
a million
things
to say:
but will
the world
listen
or simply
in its
ignorance
turn away?

(Author’s Note: The images in this particular entry are details of the late Filipino-American artist Pacita Abad‘s 2002 painting I Have One Million Things to Say. Abad and her work are the focus of an upcoming exhibition at the DLSU-CSB Museum of Contemporary Art and Design (MCAD) in Manila. The exhibition is curated by MCAD director and curator Joselina Cruz and Pacita Abad’s nephew London-based artist Pio Abad. Pacita Abad: A Million Things to Say will run from 12 April to 1 July 2018.)

 

 

 

 

Posted in Art and About, Pure Fiction, Verses

Gerhana

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“Goddess of the Moon” – Thai artist Thammasak Aurangsakul, 2014

everyone
staring up
as a
shadow
looms over
the face
of the
moon:
the lady
dimming
her glow
with gossamer
veil
and emerging
vivid
brilliant
luminous.

yet
she looks
sad
despite the
brightness
and her
heart
is sore
within
as she
keeps
lonely watch
over mortalkind
as the
aeons
march on
and her
loneliness
seems eternal;
envy gnawing
through
an immortal
heart
doomed to
watch over
human lovers
forever.

Posted in Art and About, Verses

Gelisah

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“Evening at Ushibori” – Hasui Kawase, 1930

yearning
at twilight
swayed
by siren’s
song
for distant
shores;
the waves
lapping
at my
feet,
salt tang
in the
air
stirring my
unease
awakening a
restlessness;
a silent
voice
telling me
to come
away
to fly
away
to sail
away.

kit bag
at the
ready
a walk
turning into
a run:
all set
for adventure
for escape –
but where
to?

take no
map,
bring no
chart:
let my
heart
do the
talking
let my
feet
do the
walking
and simply
go.

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Kehampaan

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Floral Detail – processional robe for an image of the Virgin Mary (Philippines, Spanish Colonial Era)

lost in
thought
as one
feels
a sense
of isolation;
keenly feeling
the distance
the empty
void.

not even
the roses
in bloom
appeal,
not even
the sweetness
of wine
rich
and rubied
tempts;
and one
feels
poor and
desolate
despite the
opulence
and grandeur.

one counts
the days
the miles
the stories
in between
and is
torn
twixt acting
on impulse
and biding
one’s time.

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Contrattacco

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“Thorny Roses to the Rescue” – Walter Molino, c. 1960s

never
make the
mistake
of thinking
that i
will take
transgressions
sitting down
in silence.

that was
me / back then;
this is / me
right now:
i will
give my
anger
full voice
i will
give my
rage
form and
function.

gone
is the
girl
who wept
at the
lightest jibe,
gone
is the
girl
who listened
to the
barbed words
of others;
i rise
to strike
to fight
to break
to silence
those
who made
me
feel less
than human.

i cannot
forgive
as i
can never
forget.