May iniisip ka?
Oo.
Ano?
Ayaw kong sabihin. Baka magkatotoo.
Dahil makulit ka
Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito
e ano kung di ko i-memorize, kahit kailangan?
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sabi ni Adam Zagajewski, sa kanyang memoir na Another Beauty:
Try to imagine a time when the Divine Comedy had not yet become an awe-inspiring monument of world culture but existed only as a work in progress. Dante's busy writing, say, the Fourth Canto and anything could happen; he could catch pneumonia and die before the end of the Inferno. He's already got a vision of the whole in his head, but there's still a long and treacherous road to tread before it's safely down on paper. Bacteria and viruses don't sleep-- to say nothing of political opponents.
I like to think of that moment, and not just for the philological reasons. In some sense the world is always in the position of this unfinished manuscript, even if we don't see any masterpiece in progress at the moment.
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At isa pa, galing pa rin kay Zagajewski:
A writer who keeps a personal diary uses it to record what he knows. In his poems or stories he sets down what he doesn't know.
Salamat kay Naya sa pagpapahiram ng aklat.
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Muntik ko nang malimot: kung wala kayong gagawin mamaya, may 30-minute set kami sa MagNet Katipunan. Daan kayo. Di ko alam kung sino ang ibang bandang tutugtog, o kung may entrance o wala. Pero dahil kaibigan kita, at dahil huling gig ito ng Los Chupacabras para sa taon, at dahil lunes na naman, pupunta ka. Di ba?
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Last, kay Zagajewski pa rin:
Moments of revelation are like boundary stones, separated by several hundred yards of no-man's-land. The poet experiences an epiphany in setting down the key line of his latest poem. But days, weeks, even months of shadow stretch between these moments of majestic clarity. And here the poet plays the historian's role, sharing not just his ecstatic humanity with his readers but his dull, dreary, doubting humanity as well.
Narito yata ako ngayon sa "days, weeks, even months of shadow." Pero ano ngayon? Masarap makisama. Marami akong kaibigan. Tahimik ang Disyembre, maligayang tahimik, tahimik na tahimik. Paminsan-minsan, dumaramay sa walang-hupang bagabag ang mga anino; oo, paminsan-minsan, kahit papaano.
