Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Scratchings in the sand, part 5 (or the dead girlfriends post)

when i was younger, my brother in his new wave days used to play a song by the smiths called "girlfriend in a coma".



when i heard that song and read the lyrics, i didn't understand why it drew such resonance in me. at that time, i was still a young boy in shorts and i had never loved someone that was not family. why did it bother me then, that idea of losing someone?

twelve years later,i hear the song by death cab for cutie, "what sarah said", and i feel so much of the loss conveyed in the lyrics.



and i think it is the last part of this song that was the message meant to be delivered to me by the first song-- or a warning. that love is watching someone die, whether it's you or it's someone you love.

and there it is: the idea that true love can only be felt if it is lost through death, that final divide that can never ever be bridged by either party no matter how you hard you struggle and fight.

but then, it hit me: a realization of a question answered. why am i bothered about the tragic death of a loved one? for the reason that death creates a perfect snapshot of true love's visage without the pain that the future will bring.

with death, your love will last forever.

Updated: here's another song-- a ballad actually-- about dead girlfriends by pearl jam, appropriately called "last kiss";





Monday, September 29, 2008

That's International, Baby!

Thanks to dean's update (see post), I found out that [identity-protected] has been given an honorable mention citation in the 2008 Year's Best in Fantasy and Horror, the annual anthology by Ellen Datlow, Kelly Link and Gavin Grant. This is for her story, "The Ascension of Our Lady Boy" which was first published in Philippine Speculative Fiction Vol III (2007).

For those not in the know locally, recognition in the Year's Best can be likened to the Palanca except that this is for Speculative Fiction and this is international in scope.

Woot! Am so proud of her. *grins like mad*


(Click on picture to see close-up of the name.)

Congratulations also to the rest of the Filipino writers who made it. Now that's what I call making our mark on the international stage. Haha!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Reading Together

Not my bookshelf but [identity-protected's]. Yes, you can lay the blame on my shoulders for her reading speculative fiction.



But I helped a lot. There are some books I've given up on those shelves, which is fine by me because that means we have now diverging tastes. Colorful, yes?

Some more pics...






Yes, this one is her literary/ Filipino lit shelf. Check out those almost complete Likhaan books.

To quote, "Very nice, very nice."

Monday, March 17, 2008

Season 10 of the Cat and Mouse Show

To ten years with [identity-protected], the first poem I recited to her:

Sonnet XVII
By Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I love you beh.