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na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Here's something from our most recent poetry exercise where someone gets a first line he'd rather use for himself, and passes it to the guy to his left. Joel reading his latest poem, first line c/o me.
Texture Joel M. Toledo
A voice emerges from a well Teeming with swords: this is a riddle, The same way moss is a riddle, Coating the walls as if visits are often, As if overnight the blackness moves Into morning green. So that I hear Someone speaking of water, describing it Like it is colorless and too far away. Passing by, the blind man, wincing, Tells me pointedly how thirsty he is. I lead his hands to feel the moss. He runs his fingers through it And trains his eyes on me, saying, Focusedly, I have grown tired Of green. So I did what I had to – I gave him water. He went his way. And I grabbed the rope and pulled And pulled until the heavy, brilliant thing Came into view. I do not remember What it was: stone, shard, some sharp Something. And someone is speaking, Round-mouthedly, as an echo, Home, home, home.