October 2, 2010

Musings on Reading, Unreading, Rereading

  Another month just folded, another one is unfolding, and between them are books bought, hoarded, and yet remained unread. One of the recent purchases was Octavio Paz’s On Poets and Others—a collection of personal and critical  essays juxtaposing poets’ lives—the mundane side—as well as their respective writings and styles. […]
September 28, 2010

Kawasan Falls: Of Beauty and Distance

MUSING “It looks emerald and serene.” “It seems it’s enticing you to take a dip.” “But I doubt it will remain emerald, serene once it is disturbed.” “You think so?” “Why?” “The beauty lies on its stillness, serenity, and emeraldness. Once they are disturbed, its beauty collapses.” “You mean, its […]
September 22, 2010

Benguet: Black-and-White Photographs

What, I wondered, would the visual world be like for those born totally colorblind? Would they, perhaps, lacking any sense of something missing, have a world no less dense and vibrant than our own? Might they even have developed heightened perceptions of visual tone and texture and movement and depth, […]
September 8, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

Antique: Understanding One’s Place

What gives value to travel is fear. It is the fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own [place] we are seized by a vague fear, and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. —Albert Camus, Notebooks Distance, memories, […]
September 3, 2010

Benguet: For Example, A Flower

  —Arkaye Kierulf, “For Example, A Flower” Flowers of Atok and Kabayan, Benguet    
June 7, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

Stories in Budlaan River

CEBU, Philippines – There is a rousing resonance in every river. Its stories are woven in its water, line after line or current after current, and spoken out through its punitive, rough flow. It is guided with a simple yet poignant philosophy: the faster the current is, the more stories […]
June 7, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

2nd Friendship Climb: Befriending Nature and Mountaineers

A river is a source of mystery: it is a sanctuary of raw emotions. Its current sometimes articulates happiness, desolation, sometimes a dangerous silence. A river is―can be―a master of deceit and pretension.