MEGApoem!

Window to the World

From inside, I looked

at the world through my window.

T’was not a good sight.

I wiped and cleaned the window,

world was beautiful again.

the poem above is Ed’s own poem. he wrote that for his cw101 class, i think. mind you, this is a tanka and follows strict form and structure. think of villanelle or sonnet. and in thursday (which ironically enough is also his birthday), he will be performing, er reading, that via a megaphone for the rest of the UPMin atrium to hear. i may be a bit too excited on this but i really would love to be there and listen to him render his poem.

glad we didn’t have one of these during our batch. haha. com’on torture those younger kids! oh well, that does not help. i still loathe the idea that they had the opportunity to take translation and writing through other forms of media (don’t think i got that right) class.

you’re the poem i cannot (or failed) to write

For several months now, I’ve been attempting to write a poem for Ed. Last week, I was able to write a couple of lines, then I got stalled.

Meanwhile, I found this wonderful poem by Richard Brautigan as I was wandering through the web. I guess this is what I can afford to give you as of the moment…

***

-2

Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they’re
lined up for blocks, so I’ll
go to bed with you. They won’t
miss us.

- Richard Brautigan

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Meanwhile, I’d continue working on that poem.

writer’s revenge

“Please do not annoy the writer. She may put you in a book and kill you.”

..got this one from Ate Myan at her multiply blog.. So, better not stir a writer’s wrath. Or else..

literary diversions

beauty in imperfection. it’s amazing how this poem by robert herrick has captured that idea.

DELIGHT IN DISORDER

A sweet order in the dress

Kindles in clothes a wantonness;

A lawn about the shoulders thrown

Into a fine distraction;

An erring lace, which here and there

Enthralls the crimson stomacher;

A cuff neglectful, and thereby

Ribbons to flow confusedly;

A winning wave, deserving note,

In the tempestuous petticoat;

A careless shoe-string, in whose tie

I see a wild civility;–

Do more bewitch me, than when art

Is too precise in every part.

- Robert Herrick