17 April 2010 notes:
1. Failed to join GSIS art competition - deadline today
2. Argon oil
3. Albrecht Durer, Aubrey Beardsley
4. Rituximab Rituxan HyperCVAD
5. artsvilledesign@yahoo.com, ramblertuyo@yahoo.com?
6. Constantin Brancusi, Umberto Boccioni
7. www.bpionline.com
8. librosfilipinos@filipinaslibrary.org, www.libros.com
9. Gina Fairley?
10. aries, leo, aquarius, scorpio, virgo, libra
11. ?
Friday, April 16, 2010
Sunday, July 20, 2008
ART Re-Viewed
Recent exposures to new artists (local and foreign) have led me to explore more liberal ideas about Art (and my art) in general. One artist in particular, whom I met two weeks ago, (one who, in my opinion, makes art not for money but simply and purely for "Art's sake,") has made me realize, through her art, that the normal boundaries I've come to assimilate exist only in my head. The given parameter though is, I am assuming, that I have already transcended my art as merely being one form of catharsis.
In this, a perspective about art which I have always been faced with, something I dare not acknowledge as an original idea but only as a renewed realization of late, has brought me again to negotiate the idea of Art as Life and Life as Art. To expound on this: I believe in practicing one's own preaching, that in his/her art (painting, poetry, music, etc.), one's philosophy, artistic sensibility, aesthetics, and poetics should ultimately reflect his/her own way of life and vice versa.
Even in an imagined world, values are very much drawn from each of our personal experiences, if not from the witnessing of the real. Empathy, and not sympathy, is what I intend to champion here. And, art created/authored in a voyeuristic or pedestrian point of view only aspires to appease or glorify one's vanity - as if to purge some need to say that he/she has done one good thing in his/her life by means of promoting and propagating a messianic concept of morals through his/her art.
The greater challenge, I suppose, is to live one's art. Be a practitioner and not only an advocate. In whatever art form through which you present your "advocacy" (humanitarian, environmental, social, etc.), be the person who makes the first step.
In this, a perspective about art which I have always been faced with, something I dare not acknowledge as an original idea but only as a renewed realization of late, has brought me again to negotiate the idea of Art as Life and Life as Art. To expound on this: I believe in practicing one's own preaching, that in his/her art (painting, poetry, music, etc.), one's philosophy, artistic sensibility, aesthetics, and poetics should ultimately reflect his/her own way of life and vice versa.
Even in an imagined world, values are very much drawn from each of our personal experiences, if not from the witnessing of the real. Empathy, and not sympathy, is what I intend to champion here. And, art created/authored in a voyeuristic or pedestrian point of view only aspires to appease or glorify one's vanity - as if to purge some need to say that he/she has done one good thing in his/her life by means of promoting and propagating a messianic concept of morals through his/her art.
The greater challenge, I suppose, is to live one's art. Be a practitioner and not only an advocate. In whatever art form through which you present your "advocacy" (humanitarian, environmental, social, etc.), be the person who makes the first step.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Conditional Superheroes
you turn invisible when you have sex and reach orgasm.
Invincible ka lang kapag tulog.
You have the power to fall asleep and wake up at will.
May power ka na maging super bagal.
You know those livestock auctioneers? Gifted to speak very fast.
Kuya Ceasar, on the other hand, has the power
to say things very very slowly.
“Do I hear 100?…. 100 to the man in red… ay, umuwi na pala sya….”
May power ka to involuntarily speed up time but not motion
Imagine you wake up at
and see it’s already 11:30.pm. Time to sleep motherfucker.
You have the power to predict time.
“People, it’s going to be
or have the power to tell actual time accurately,
Your catch phrases will be
“It’s time…” and “It’s about time!”
they will call you “The Citizen”.
You can have the power to fly
pero magiging manok ka habambuhay
…and lay eggs.
Or you can have the power to fly 2 inches from the ground.
You are bulletproof …and waterproof.
Ang weakness mo, pag pinahiran ng tae,
forever ka ng super baho.
The power to tell whether a person is having breakfast or brunch,
and incidentally, his or her gender.
You have the power to cut sandwiches in exactly equal halves,
but it takes two days for you to do it.
You have the power to act strange.
Your arch nemesis is O.C. You have the power get things mixed up.
You have the power to be colorblind. Your weakness, traffic lights.
You have the power to make extremely quick but wrong decisions.
People call you SuperMMDA. Your weakness is a 100-peso bill.
You can receive low frequency radio waves,
kaya lang AM at one tagalog drama program lang
which you receive whenever your mouth opens
amplifying it directly through your ass when farting.
You have the power to sniff fart as actual food.
With your mind, you have the power to receive but not send text messages.
You have the power to ask rhetorical questions
such as, “What the fuck am I doing here?” and “Who cares?”
You have the power to change people’s opinion…
that what you’re saying is actually funny.
…or just the power to find yourself funny.
Nothing can hurt you, but you are completely paralyzed
…and blind …and deaf-mute. They will call you, “The Rock.”
Other superheroes will throw you at their enemies. You won’t feel a thing.
You have the power to control with your mind, Velcro and wool,
and your toes in five different directions.
May special power ka na magvulcanize ng flat tires.
You can make things super clean. People will call you “Super Janitor”,
and they will pay you about the same salary as others.
You will then be called a martyr and a national hero.
You teleport when you sneeze.
You have the power to drink as much beer as you can
pero di ka tinatamaan.
You have infinite super powers
pero allergic ka sa beer, …impotent ka pa.
Super tigas katawan, super lambot ng etits.
You can have all the super powers you wish for
and be impervious to anything
pero impervious ka din sa love.
Walang nagmamahal sa yo,
maski na ang supernanay mo.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Weather
There is nothing more to see here,
the torrent of dirt and water has carried it
all away, far from where we used to stand
and look over the grazing cattles,
none of the proud and resilient grass
or crops which stood parallel to the rising of heat.
the storm has passed, leaving only that distinct
scent, the refuse that we, as children, were taught
to be unwelcome. Yet, we have always sensed,
without knowledge of either physics or chemistry,
a change, that transfer of some intangible thing
which for some reason, we have always known
to be persistence of energy, elusive love between earth
and the air it breathes. as we struggle to rise again,
cold, unnameable terror hides behind the creases
of the ground, among the fine, delicate debris
of surrounding human ruins, beside what we have
yet to save, behind what we have yet to claim.
the torrent of dirt and water has carried it
all away, far from where we used to stand
and look over the grazing cattles,
none of the proud and resilient grass
or crops which stood parallel to the rising of heat.
the storm has passed, leaving only that distinct
scent, the refuse that we, as children, were taught
to be unwelcome. Yet, we have always sensed,
without knowledge of either physics or chemistry,
a change, that transfer of some intangible thing
which for some reason, we have always known
to be persistence of energy, elusive love between earth
and the air it breathes. as we struggle to rise again,
cold, unnameable terror hides behind the creases
of the ground, among the fine, delicate debris
of surrounding human ruins, beside what we have
yet to save, behind what we have yet to claim.
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