Jason and I dropped by the UST Center for Creative Writing and Studies last Tuesday and joined later by Dr. Cirilo Bautista. He invited us to visit the UP Book Caravan at PNU this Saturday around 9-12nn. He will will be there for the book signing.
Jason invited Alex Agena to come over but arrived rather a little late with the editor of Quill. We ended in a place they call kittens We were joined later by Angelo Suarez.
in Kafka's eyes
that night
we were nameless faces
groping in some alleyways
searching for a place
called kittens
only to find it when
the other two came
who knew it too well
even without its name
painted on a wall
we drink the night away
with booze and smokes
planning who to assassinate next
the poets in our midst
or the old hags who share
our little glories
and spaces in magazines
and as the night falls deep
another one came
now we have x and ? of the quill
the unpoemed
the argonaut
and the one with a long raven hair
who preffered to have pop cola
instead of colt 45 or red horse
it was a night of nameless faces
Louise Glück and poetry
but every fellowship has to end somehow
ours we did with a cup of hot chocolate
and everything seems unreal
when we called it a night
the triune disappeared
from our sight
in Baclaran
the argonaut turned out to be a priest
he blest the streets
with his vomit
and delivered his homily
on our way back home
The next day, I bought a couple of books from the NBS Robinson's - An Anthology of Winning Works in the Palanca awards in the 1980s and Un-Uni: Echoes of Ilokandia (this one is for an Iluko poet-friend Jaime Lucas). He's been wanting to have a copy since I mentioned the book a few months ago.
Jason invited Alex Agena to come over but arrived rather a little late with the editor of Quill. We ended in a place they call kittens We were joined later by Angelo Suarez.
in Kafka's eyes
that night
we were nameless faces
groping in some alleyways
searching for a place
called kittens
only to find it when
the other two came
who knew it too well
even without its name
painted on a wall
we drink the night away
with booze and smokes
planning who to assassinate next
the poets in our midst
or the old hags who share
our little glories
and spaces in magazines
and as the night falls deep
another one came
now we have x and ? of the quill
the unpoemed
the argonaut
and the one with a long raven hair
who preffered to have pop cola
instead of colt 45 or red horse
it was a night of nameless faces
Louise Glück and poetry
but every fellowship has to end somehow
ours we did with a cup of hot chocolate
and everything seems unreal
when we called it a night
the triune disappeared
from our sight
in Baclaran
the argonaut turned out to be a priest
he blest the streets
with his vomit
and delivered his homily
on our way back home
The next day, I bought a couple of books from the NBS Robinson's - An Anthology of Winning Works in the Palanca awards in the 1980s and Un-Uni: Echoes of Ilokandia (this one is for an Iluko poet-friend Jaime Lucas). He's been wanting to have a copy since I mentioned the book a few months ago.
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