Confessions of Måröchárîm III: I Am Politics

Useless disclaimer: the entry that follows is satire.  – Marocharim The foot of space that exists between me and my computer monitor is made completely out of politics. The screen radiates politics: I am compelled to read news websites all day to keep myself abreast of really important issues. My very soul exudes politics: I…

V

Over at Barrio Siete, the claim is that when you create a blog you should resist the urge of using the letter “V.”  Now I have no problems at all with the good people of the Barrio – I am, after all, a reader – but I just realized how much fun I can have…

A Revision of Manny Pangilinan's Ateneo Commencement Speech

Okay, the big news – slow news day, after all – was that Manny Pangilinan apparently read from a plagiarized speech in front of the graduating class of the Ateneo.  Having nothing better to do, I tried to revise as much as I can from MVP’s speech – that apparently took weeks to prepare –…

Sa Lilim ng Anino ng Rebulto ni Señor Felipe II, Rey de España

Ito ang nakita ko sa Intramuros.  Ang rebulto ng dating hari ng Espanya – si Señor Felipe II – at ang mag-inang nagpapahinga sa lilim nito.  Hindi sa duyan, hindi sa kama, at hindi sa upuan, kundi sa karton na inilatag lamang sa plaza.  Hindi sila humingi ng abuloy o limos sa amin; kuntento na…

For You (Screwed Up Tenses)

I sometimes wonder if I ever did make good on the promise I made to you some years back: I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.  Back then, I dreamed of that day when I’ll hold your hand when we walk that aisle, and the preacher proclaims us husband and wife. …

Desiderata: In Sticky Caps

Err… I am unusually bored. Almost every living room, office, or study table in the Philippines has a print of the “Desiderata.”  I never understood why, but prints and posters of Max Ehrmann’s famous points are almost always found along family calendars, faux-Japanese paper scrolls of “Footprints in the Sand,” and the Sacred Heart of…

Vincent's Brother

He watched him as he stared into the canvas.  The hand, numbed by absinthe, dipped the brush into those blotches of sharp yellow on the palette.  He didn’t know what was going on in his mind, but he saw how much his brother suffered from his art.  Theo believed in his brother’s vision, even if…

Glances

The glance is a snapshot of the world. In a split second, you can’t observe anything, but everything becomes engrained in your memory.  Moving cars, the occasional passer-by in the wee hours of the morning.  Or how darkness falls.  How the faint traces of a sunset give way to complete darkness.  How alleys and roads…