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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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"Trouvere at night, grammarian in the morning
ruefully architecting syllables--
but in the afternoon my ivory tower falls.
I take a place in the bus among people returning
to love (domesticated) and the smell of onions burning
and women reaping the washlines as the Angelus rolls.
But I -- where am I bound?
My garden, my four walls
and you project strange shores upon my yearning
Atlantis? the Caribbeans? Or Cathay?
Conductor, do I get off at Sinai?
Apocalypse awaits me: urgent my sorrow
towards the undiscovered world that I
from warm responding flesh for a while shall borrow:
conquistador tonight, clockpuncher tomorrow."
- Nick Joaquin
mga katha't muni-muni
six p.m.
"Trouvere at night, grammarian in the morning
ruefully architecting syllables--
but in the afternoon my ivory tower falls.
I take a place in the bus among people returning
to love (domesticated) and the smell of onions burning
and women reaping the washlines as the Angelus rolls.
But I -- where am I bound?
My garden, my four walls
and you project strange shores upon my yearning
Atlantis? the Caribbeans? Or Cathay?
Conductor, do I get off at Sinai?
Apocalypse awaits me: urgent my sorrow
towards the undiscovered world that I
from warm responding flesh for a while shall borrow:
conquistador tonight, clockpuncher tomorrow."
- Nick Joaquin
paglikha ng katha