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Upang makilala muli ang aking panulat, hindi ko hinarap ang papel nang tatlong buwan. Ganoon katagal dumating ang himig.

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At matatagpuan natin ngayon si Borges na nagpapatila ng ulan sa isang tindahan habang sinisindihan ang binili niyang sigarilyo. Hindi sa ayaw niyang mabasa, kundi kinasusuklaman niya lamang ang aspaltadong daan kapag umuulan. Ayaw niyang mahalina sa sariling imaheng humahakbang. “Parang tumatapak sa salamin.”

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Why knowing is a quality out of fashion and no one can decide to
but slips into it or ends up with a painting one has never
seen that quality of light before even before having seen it
in between pages of another book and not remembering who knows
or recognizing the questionable quality of light on her face
as she sits for a portrait and isn’t allowed to move an inch
you recognize the red silk flower on her hat
and can almost place where you have seen that gray descending
through the light reversing foreground and background
as the directions escape one as the way you have to
live with anyone as she gets up finally from her chair
having written the whole of it in her head as the question
ignored for the hundredth time as a quality of knowing is
oddly resuscitated from a decade prior to this.

-Martha Ronk

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As a collective emotion this distrust of language is, of course, one that each of us is free to subvert, override. But precisely because it is a collective emotion, it is one that much poetry inevitably incorporates, explores or enacts as not only an anxiety concerning its very reason to exist, but also as an anxiety concerning the nature and function of language, its capacity for seizing and transmitting. . .truth? Even that word seems tinged with regret, nostalgia, in such an atmosphere.

Jorie Graham

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Siya nga. Ang anak. Kanina pa siya nag-eensayong
magtimpi sa pagngawa kapag nirolyo palabas

ang inang nakataklob ng puti’t bagong-labang kumot.
Hindi siya pipikit, hindi bibitaw ang luha sa pilik.

Kung pagbibigyan (puwede?), siya pa ay makikitulak
hangga’t may aawat sa kaniyang tumapak sa exit

kung saan ilan nang tinalukbungang bangkay
ang naihatid. Malapit na niyang maperpekto

ang pagpipigil. Ipaubaya sa kaniya ang kaniyang
sandali. Heto na, ang hilam bago ang pagbulanghit,

ang pag-iling nang kagat-labi. Bumukas ang pinto
at nangamba siyang baka may mag-abot ng panyo.

- Rosmon Tuazon

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It’s a scientific fact that anyone entering the distance will grow smaller. Eventually becoming so small he might only be found with a telescope, or, for more intimacy, with a microscope…

But there’s a vanishing point, where anyone having penetrated the distance must disappear entirely without hope of his ever returning, leaving only a memory of his ever having been.

But then there is fiction, so that one is never really sure if it was someone who vanished into the end of seeing, or someone made of paper and ink…

- Russell Edson

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Gustong-gusto ko ang salitang salat. Sabay nitong ipinahihiwatig ang intimacy (salat) at kalagayan nang kakulangan (salat). Na sa pagbikas sa salita, naroon ang tulak (desire), isang paglapit sa pagnanasang may masaling ang kamay. Ngunit sa pagbigkas din sa salita, tila kusang lumalayo ang inaabot kung kaya kailanma’y hindi ito ganap na maaabot.

Lalo lamang tumitindi ang pagnanasa.

(Happy Balentayms!)

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Posible kaya?

Na naimbento na, sa wakas, ni Mr. X ang time machine sa hinaharap at kasalukuyan niya ngayong kinawiwilihan ang pagbisita sa malalayong nakaraan.

Na habang binabasa mo ito ngayon, si Mr. X ay nasa ikalawang dantaon ngayon. Rebisyon na lamang ang lahat ng nagaganap.

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““Once you reach what is / inside it is outside.” Human beings constantly strive to reach the heart of something: when they reach it they find it is only another surface. Art strives to be that center that has reached the light, and remains the center: in Ashbery’s brilliant phrase, the “visible core.”

Frank Bidart

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you left me without a word

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