Musings of a Common Reader

September 3, 2010

Benguet: For Example, A Flower

  —Arkaye Kierulf, “For Example, A Flower” Flowers of Atok and Kabayan, Benguet    
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, and live in a world in some ways more intense than our own, a world of heightened reality—one that we can only glimpse echoes of in the work of the great black-and-white photographers? Might they indeed see us as peculiar, distracted by trivial or irrelevant aspects of the visual world, […]
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. His personal encounter with Robert Frost, which was the first presented in the collection, made me contemplative about my compulsive buying disorder—solely applicable to books, I might say. Robert Frost wot that we should only read few good books. The beauty, art of reading, he said, lies in rereading—which shares […]
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 […]