Absolutely Perfect

April 30, 2011 at 10:38 PM | Posted in Current Events | 1 Comment
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Yes, I’m one of the millions of people around the world who watched the live coverage of the royal wedding between Prince William and Kate Middleton last April 29. Like many, I eagerly anticipated this historic event not because I like weddings or simply thought it’s romantic (though it surely was). It was because of Princess Diana. I have been a big fan of Diana since her two sons, Princes William and Harry, were still just little boys. I watched these two princes grow up and have seen William become more and more like his mother in terms of dealing with the common people and helping the needy.

Photo courtesy of nowmagazine.co.uk

Though I’m not British, I feel proud that William have chosen someone who can continue the legacy left by Diana. They do look like the perfect couple and their wedding was just fabulous. I don’t believe in fairytales but I can say that the royal wedding was truly a real-life fairytale.

The Write Stuff

April 25, 2011 at 5:07 PM | Posted in Lifestyle, Writing | Leave a comment
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Surprisingly I was quite productive last Holy Week. Productive in the sense that I managed to write two new personal essays and an article for my group’s website. It was not my usual routine during Holy Week. I am really not into spiritual retreats or meditations when it’s Holy Week.  So what I usually do is to either go out of town and hit the beach, have a DVD marathon, meet with friends, or finish reading the books I’ve been putting off for a while. It was not the case this year.

I’ve been neglecting my writing lately (non-professional writing, that is) so it was sort of an achievement that I have written new materials in the past weekend. I am very pleased with myself. Of course, that was not the only thing I did during the holiday. But I won’t go into details here because all the other stuff I did were pretty mundane that it’s not worth mentioning.

A Cloud Unlike Any Other

April 18, 2011 at 1:12 PM | Posted in Photography | Leave a comment
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About two weeks ago I chanced upon an unusual cloud formation that I couldn’t resist taking pictures of. I just got off from work that day and was walking along Benavidez Street in Makati when I happened to look up at the sky. And there it was. At first I thought it was a beam of spotlight somewhere. But as I stared at it, it became clear that it was a cloud (or jet stream?). I didn’t have my digicam with me so I grabbed my Sony Ericsson camera phone instead and snapped a few photos.

Jet cloud seen on Salcedo Street corner Benavidez

Poetry in Notion

April 8, 2011 at 2:25 PM | Posted in Books, Writing | 2 Comments
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Just came across a new book today through Goodreads.com. Beautiful and Pointless is a guide book about the dying art of poetry. It shows readers how to approach and appreciate the beauty of poetry. I would love to read this book (as soon as I finish the ones I’m reading now). For me, poetry is not pointless. It is an outlet for pouring emotions – whether positive or negative. It inspires you and can give you insight about anything and everything.

I like reading poetry, especially the classic ones. Though I also read contemporary poetry. I myself have written a few poems through the years, mostly about personal stuff. Two of my favorite contemporary poems are Sylvia Plath’s “I Am Vertical” and Pablo Neruda’s “The Saddest Poem.” I know they are sad poems but there’s just something about the way they were written and the emotions that they evoke which make them appealing to me. Below are the two poems courtesy of neuroticpoets.com and poemhunter.com.

 

I Am Vertical

By Sylvia Plath

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

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The Saddest Poem

By Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

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