If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,
possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals. More
I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
Since all these things are filled with my spirit,
you come from things, filled with my spirit.
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly’s dreaming,
and you appear as Sadness’s word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
you are a moaning, a butterfly’s cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.
One word at that moment, a smile, is sufficient.
And I thrill, then, I thrill: that it cannot be so.
PABLO NERUDA, written in 1950
This little bit of inspiration I got off Raffy Parcon’s Facebook account. Thanks Raffy. Cheers to photography and poetry.
“Tugtog at Awit…Isang Gabi Para kay Perry (Calara) – from Friends for Cancer Awareness” is an event organized by Perry Calara’s friends. This will be held at Conspiracy Bar along Visayas Avenue, Manila. Click here for the map.
Tickets are available at P 300, 500, 1000.
If you are free and anywhere near the venue and if you have friends who want to share the night with us on December 3, 2010 – please come. The show will start at 7.30pm.
I have been totally pre-occupied with de-cluttering my life, err, my house lately. I have taken to ripping all my cds into mp3s and hoping to get rid of the actual cds one way or another.
We have been pre-occupied with house-hunting too the past two weeks and that has made me think that I should not have a lot of stuff to pack and move, that I should not fill up the new house with stuff and that it would totally be awesome if I could adopt a zen theme or at least a zen attitude towards the new life, err, new house.
So anyway, I dug up all the cds, at least the ones that are here in the Pasig apartment (not counting the ones that were left in the Taguig condo) and have been ripping all day today and maybe until tomorrow and found my old, old Jewel cd – the first album!
I like this little bit of poetry from the cd sleeve.
Upon Moving Into My Van
Joy. Pure Joy. I am
What I always wanted
to grow up and be
Things are becoming
more of a dream with
each waking day -
The heavy brows of Daily Life
are becoming encrusted
with glitter and the shaking finger
of consequence is
beginning to giggle
Grumpy old men
Bums sport halos
and everyday dullness
has begun to breathe
as I remember the
I love Jewel. I listened to this first album for what seemed like forever in my old walkman until someone gave me her second album as a birthday present. I listened to that too for what seemed like endless hours that involved me drifting in and out of sleep. Hahaha! The last Jewel album I bought though was This Way and have not bought any of the others. Maybe I will think about getting the rest.. Maybe.
I remember we used to pass around her book of poetry in the U.P. Rep tambayan, back when it was still in Vinzons Hill. Maybe I will think about getting that book of poetry for myself too.. Maybe.
For now, I will listen to her old music, ponder on her little bits of poetry and watch her old videos. I miss the old Jewel.
Zhou Yu…….. Â Gong Li
Chen Qing……Â Tony Leung Kafai
Zhang Qiang…Â Honglei Sun
Direction:Â Sun Zhou
A lover is a mirror
through which you can see yourself more clearly
“Some say that love is not about lasting relationships, but about a single moment of togetherness,â€ says director and co-writer Sun Zhou. â€œI donâ€™t agreeâ€¦what Iâ€™m saying about love, and our idea of love, is that it accompanies us for life. It grows old with us. It will always be with us. I think whatâ€™s important is not who we fall in love with, but whether or not you have that feeling inside your heart, that feeling that excites you and controls your life.â€
I saw you in a dream
Moving like a pool of swirling bubbles
Formless and inexplicable
You dance gracefully
Slowly consuming me
Consuming the night
â€œâ€™Zhou Yuâ€™s Trainâ€™ is about a woman trying to find herself,â€ clarifies producer Bill Kong. â€œItâ€™s less about people in love, and more about this woman trying to discover in herself why she wants these two men. She represents something very modern in China; not just womenâ€™s liberation, but about a woman discovering what she could have. Sheâ€™s strong, but very romantic, and is pursuing that truth in her heart”
All the love in the world is not enough
To heal our sadness of separation
My tears flow back to themselves
If I disappear
You would hear nothing but silence
It is the visual possibilities of the train that attracted Sun Zhou to the original novel upon which the film was based. â€œIt plays just a small part in the novel,â€ he explains, â€œbut this gave me a strong visual image to express the feelings I have about love. Itâ€™s like a train â€“ it may not have a final destination, but here are passengers who will get on and off.â€ Indeed, it is the motif of the train moving back and forth across the countryside that is reflected in the filmâ€™s editing and visual style: we uncover Zhou Yuâ€™s two romances as parallel train tracks that will never meet, linked forever by the body of the woman who rides the train between past and present, memory and reality, passion and sadness. â€œRunning from place to place,â€ Zhou Yu tells us about her travels, “something is bound to happen.â€
If the moon can be both round and crescent
then a lake can be empty and full
If it’s in your heart then its real. If its not, then it never will be.
â€œFor me, film is a place to dream,â€ concludes Sun Zhou. â€œSome would think that the character of Zhou Yu is strange, but I think sheâ€™s perfectly normal. Perhaps modern day people are peculiar, and Zhou Yu is the normal one. She is loyal to herself, very true from her feelings. Thereâ€™s a line at the end of the film â€“ â€˜Who can be parted from Zhou Yu?â€™ I believe everything I want to say is in this line. Zhou Yu is love â€“ can we escape from love? Truth is, if we choose to let things happen, then they will. In time, these things even may become the most significant things in your life.â€
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