(Belated by the time this is posted) Happy World Poetry Day! Despite the fact that I have a killer Ethics final at 1pm today, I decided to devote a good one-and-a-half hours of potential study time to attending a poetry reading at the Ayala Triangle Gardens, given that today/yesterday is/was World Poetry Day, and that I think I am a poet. I think. Though after tonight I really do have just cause to reconsider that label.
Anyway, it’s late, and I am exhausted and there is still that matter of Ethics to study, so I won’t go into detail now (after all–I’m saving it for When In Manila). As a teaser, however, I will leave you with one of the poems that was read aloud–by writer/media personality RJ Ledesma–at the event.
|Schrödinger’s Cat and the Last Eclipse of the Millenium
“The one who begins this poem won’t be the same
I take my shirt off. The day is getting warm.
For secret. Temem, which is Arabic
Who do not speak the same language
what a beautiful word when formed by the mouth
Should be emptied like a vessel, didn’t I tell you I loved
The cat can either live or die, but until we look
Feels like, at the instant when it falls. The one
Who will stand accused and be forced to deny it.
Does the soul know it exists? Does it echolocate its way
by being together. — Calvino. I use these words
Mortal, but with zero yearning. X = wonder,
Naitre-mourir? Lust kills joy
Be beautiful, brief, and blinding.
Hope that was enough of a teaser. If you’re wondering, yes I tried to write something tonight–the first draft of something, at least–but until it is fit for human consumption I’m not putting it up here. Instead, here’s another something I cooked up a few weeks ago.
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The Lie of His Body (2.28)
On the rivers of my fingers,
the delicate underbelly
of my wrist–
which the men in Japan find dizzyingly erotic–
he writes lies–on my arms,
with his arms
with his mouth—
that I want to believe.
So easy to
my hands around his neck and lean in
It takes all of me to keep
his touch I consume–
when he asks
“You’ll be mine?”
(But I already am…
Or am I?)
It’s the lie of your body.
I would believe.