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October 9, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

Mario Vargas Llosa and Notes on Latin American Literature

  “The lies in novels are not gratuitous — they fill in the insufficiencies of life. Thus, when life seems full and absolute, and men, out of an all-consuming faith, are resigned to their destinies, novels perform no service at all. Religious cultures produce poetry and theater, not novels. Fiction is an art of societies in which faith is undergoing some sort of crisis, in which it’s necessary to believe in something, in which the unitarian, trusting and absolute vision has been supplanted by a shattered one and an uncertainty about the world we inhabit and the afterworld.” —Mario Vargas […]
October 8, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

Remembering | John Lennon

    Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup.—The Beatles, “Across the Universe” His words cross our universe.
October 7, 2010

Townscape: Kanta Padung sa Toledo

Paggawas sa bus sa South Bus Terminal, nahibong nalang ko naa nay nagrap. “Mga ate, kuya, di mi snatcher, kawatan. Limpyo among konsensya, di hugawan. Tinarong ni amo, wa mi nagtinunto. Kami tarong, mga gwapito.” Samting to dat epek.  Naa koy karakter nga sa usa ka rapper nga mosakay sa jip ug, unsa pa, kon di, magrap. Ang taytol sa istorya “Brgy. Abog” (kon makahigayon ako nya to i-post dire, manimpad nga naay makabasa o mobasa.) Nahimugso ang ideya  sa college pa ko. Nag-ulian kos una sa Mandaue, and den, sa Lapu-lapu, nya syempre, mosakay jud kog 21B. Kana bitawng […]
October 6, 2010
Backpacking with a Book

Poetry: X. J. Kennedy and Kelli Russell Agodon

The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once X. J. Kennedy Suppose your life a folded telescope Durationless, collapsed in just a flash As from your mother’s womb you, bawling, drop Into a nursing home. Suppose you crash Your car, your marriage—toddler laying waste A field of daisies, schoolkid, zit-faced teen With lover zipping up your pants in haste Hearing your parents’ tread downstairs—all one. Einstein was right. That would be too intense. You need a chance to preen, to give a dull Recital before an indifferent audience Equally slow in jeering you and clapping. Time […]