Saturday, March 28, 2009
and so it goes
another breakup. again.
at the conversation denouement, the bf said "why is it always something about resistance? with you?"
did not get him at the coffee shop.
in the train, amidst the crush of the Friday commute and the debris of this dismantling, i thought maybe, resistance, roughing it up is my inartful way of appreciating the extravagance of a thing that pops up in my universe so few and far between.
at the conversation denouement, the bf said "why is it always something about resistance? with you?"
did not get him at the coffee shop.
in the train, amidst the crush of the Friday commute and the debris of this dismantling, i thought maybe, resistance, roughing it up is my inartful way of appreciating the extravagance of a thing that pops up in my universe so few and far between.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
take me home
(last night in Pinoy TV: the flamboyant doppelganger of Rustom Padilla, BB Gandanghari, was asked what he prays for. “Take me home, Lord,” BB said.)
Tonight, walked about for three miles. The mildness of a late winter evening, such a miracle. My rhythmic breathing, like a well memorized prayer.
Waiting for the pedestrian light, a heavy bus, by its stop, unrolled its ramp as it kneeled.
Tonight, walked about for three miles. The mildness of a late winter evening, such a miracle. My rhythmic breathing, like a well memorized prayer.
Waiting for the pedestrian light, a heavy bus, by its stop, unrolled its ramp as it kneeled.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
meaning
don't know how this fight started. just heard myself complaining how we don't do meaningful stuff anymore.
the boyfriend carved out the burnt fringes of his eggs, then pushed them to the lip of his plate. outside the diner, people peeling off their flimsy jackets in the balmy morning.
"this," he made some indiscernible motion with the fork in his right hand, "you, me, eating, together, not meaning enough?"
the boyfriend carved out the burnt fringes of his eggs, then pushed them to the lip of his plate. outside the diner, people peeling off their flimsy jackets in the balmy morning.
"this," he made some indiscernible motion with the fork in his right hand, "you, me, eating, together, not meaning enough?"
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
sinigang
nothing really to it. just a bowl of pork sinigang. in a kainan in queens. a weak but very sour broth. the elemental fatty goodness of unassuming pork belly.
must be a Pinoy thing. rather, must be an immigrant thing. to pour into a single thing--a definitive dish, a treacly ballad--an entire vision of a lost universe that can never be redeemed.
must be a Pinoy thing. rather, must be an immigrant thing. to pour into a single thing--a definitive dish, a treacly ballad--an entire vision of a lost universe that can never be redeemed.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
thoughtful
this evening, in a mall, in palisades, in jersey--already, so many things wrong with this line--two b-boy crews battled near--where else?--mickey d's.
as the one in a hollister hoodie breezed through his flares, the guy with wild red hair from the competing crew studied his opponent. there was in his regard with his adversary, this thoughtfulness that burned through the paleness of my evening.
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