The Beach, Plus Pablo

Pablo walked the beach,

Small waves rippled
As large words
Round his sandals.

His sonnets slipped
On the wet stones
Until the passion

Of winds and love
Of sun dried the page
Of the poet's longing.

The beach walked Pablo.

On this island
Their mutual desire
Found a homeland.

Distant was this exile
From the first hearts
The poet touched.

But now ( Read more... )

i just watched wall-e, and i can say with little pride that yes, my heart did melt. we've reached an age when we dream of robots and love on the same plane. i actually finished the entire credit sequence of the movie too. i found this name: justin wright. i googled him up--the movie was dedicated to him. he was an animator in pixar. i found his ( Read more... )

when receiving news, the feeling is roughly approximated by inertia. the carpet rug was pulled from under you to reveal a gaping hole in your own house's floor and for an instant you are neither standing squarely on something nor falling. or that you have just donated blood, and every step either sinks into the pavement or your knees just buckle. ( Read more... )

 Please tell me it's a lie.

was that the last time we were good?

i miss you. this sucks.

we're swimming in pavement, watching car headlights careen like shooting stars.

About a week ago, Young Blood featured the near-spiritual death of an almost-thirty-year-old worker for social change. She writes of the difficulty fighting and waiting, of slowing down the rushes of youth to accommodate the slower, more general pace of life ( Read more... )

it's 2am and in all summer glory, i am still up, even if i have a meeting later at 10am. to be quite honest, i feel undaunted by the coming months. i know that in no way will the coming stretch be easy. i'm looking at academics enough to drive your regular filipino juan tamad to throw himself off a cliff. i'm also looking at enough organizational ( Read more... )

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just about every valedictory address begins, ends, or spends a great deal of time mentioning that those four years in high school or college will later be the four years one looks back on with so much fondness. one would recall the first times, and many of the firsts were so charged with emotion, and one would recall firsts and turn emotional (or ( Read more... )