the microeigengrau carcosite: September 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tulagalag: Ang Smiley

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Ang Smiley

Nabasa ko kung saan na:
“A smile is a curved line
that sets things straight.”

Dalawang tuldok na nagsisilbing mata,
at isang kurbadang nakaguhit bilang labi,
sa loob ng dilaw na bilog

ang tinubuan ng katawang-lupa
at 3D na mukhang
may apat na matang bulag

at isang bungangang nag-islogan:
“Kung walang kurap, walang mahirap,
Pagbabago, for Ma and Pa, Now na!

Tama na’ng Mendiola Massacre intriga,
Let’s forget Hacienda Luisita,
Basta, I’ll do something ‘bout Gloria.”

Ngiti nang ngiti sa Kapamilyang umawit:
“P-N-O-Y means smile!” kahit na
napagkamalang siraulo ang kandidato nilang

nanalo. Naging bituin sa takilya:
ultimo pagkain ng hotdog ng may hotdog
ay itinuring na pangunahing balita.

Nasa sariling wika ang unang SONA
ng napakamakabayang Smiley,
na ipinagbunyi ng Kapamilyang umawit,

at ng iba pang nananalig sa liwanag
ng dilaw na haring palaging nakangiti
sa gitna ng anumang pagsubok,

o itinuturing niyang pagsubok bagamat
malinaw namang kapalpakan sa pamumuno.
Ngisi, kung hindi hilik, ang naging tugon niya

sa nagpoprotestang mga estudyanteng hindi makapag-aral,
sa nakikibakang mga magsasakang walang lupang mabungkal,
sa mga nagaaklas na manggagawang pinapaslang ng neoliberal

na mga polisiyang pinatutupad niya, nang may ngiti.
Ganito niya rin itinuring ang karumaldumal na
hostage crisis sa Quirino Grandstand,

kaya nagngalit ang mga Tsino
sa mga migranteng nasa kanilang poder
dahil walang disenteng trabaho sa bayan

ni Smiley na nanawagang: “Huwag nang magsisihan,
Mga kapwa Pilipino. At pakinggan natin ang isa’t isa
nang malutas natin ang ating mga problema.”

Pero si Smiley itong hindi nakikinig.
Bakit? Ganito. Pansining mabuti: Walang tainga
ang mga smiley. Wala sila kundi

dalawang tuldok lang na nagsisilbing mata,
at isang kurbadang nakaguhit bilang labi,
sa loob ng dilaw na bilog.

Narinig ko sa isang banda:
“If ignorance is bliss,
then knock the smile off my face.”

[source]

Self-Handicapping/Disclaimer: Dahil andaldal ko magsulat, tinangka ko

yung tinatawag na prose poetry. Same content, different line cut.

Pero mukhang mas ubra yata, though mahaba, yung naunang bersyon.

Sana lang hindi magulo ang format pag nafeed na sa facebook.

~~Ang Smiley~~ Transmiley

Nabasa ko kung saan na: “A smile is a curved line that sets things straight.”

Dalawang tuldok na nagsisilbing mata at isang kurbadang nakaguhit bilang labi,

sa loob ng dilaw na bilog

ang tinubuan ng katawang-lupa, 3D na mukhang may apat na matang bulag

at isang bungangang nag-islogan: “Kung walang kurap, walang mahirap,

Pagbabago, for Ma and Pa, Now na! Tama na’ng Mendiola Massacre intriga,

Let’s forget Hacienda Luisita, Basta, I’ll do something ‘bout Gloria.”

Ngiti nang ngiti sa Kapamilyang umawit: “P-N-O-Y means smile!”

kahit na napagkamalang siraulo ang kandidato nilang

nanalo. Naging bituin sa takilya: ultimo pagkain ng hotdog ng may hotdog

ay itinuring na pangunahing balita. Nasa sariling wika ang unang SONA

ng napakamakabayang Smiley, na ipinagbunyi ng Kapamilyang umawit,

at ng iba pang nananalig sa liwanag ng dilaw na haring palaging nakangiti

sa gitna ng anumang pagsubok, o itinuturing niyang pagsubok bagamat

malinaw namang kapalpakan sa pamumuno.

Ngisi, kung hindi hilik, ang naging tugon niya sa mga nagpoprotestang

estudyanteng hindi makapag-aral, sa mga nakikibakang magsasakang walang

lupang mabungkal, sa mga nagaaklas na manggagawang pinapaslang ng neoliberal

na mga polisiyang pinatutupad niya, nang may ngiti. Ganito niya rin itinuring

ang karumaldumal na hostage crisis, kaya nagngalit ang mga Tsino

sa mga migranteng nasa kanilang poder dahil walang disenteng trabaho sa bayan

Ni Smiley na nanawagang: “Huwag nang magsisihan, mga kapwa Pilipino. Pakinggan natin

ang isa’t isa nang malutas natin ang ating mga problema.” Pero si Smiley itong hindi nakikinig.

Bakit? Ganito. Pansining mabuti: Walang tainga ang mga smiley. Wala sila kundi

dalawang tuldok lang na nagsisilbing mata at isang kurbadang nakaguhit bilang labi,

sa loob ng dilaw na bilog.

Narinig ko sa isang banda: “If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face.”

[cropped sa Transmetropolitan]

Monday, September 27, 2010

Yerright!

Pasintabi. A ten-minute long outburst of being pissed off.

Really. Sh%t does add up at the bottom.

Dequasynchronized. Deconstructed.

Deduce. Decide. Deicide.

Disintegrate...

Because

You Know You're Right.

Right? Right. Save us all from the wrath of fvck.

I sure wish I were Spider Jerusalem, so I could make journalistic quests for Truth:

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"It's the journalism of attachment. It's caring about the world you report on. Some people say that's bad journalism, that there should be a detached, cold, unbiased view of the world in our news media. And if that's what you want, there are security cameras everywhere that you could watch tapes of."

-Spider Jerusalem, the pissdrunk outlaw journalist / junkie columnist of the Word / general merchandise / action figure / bastard / commodity / dissident / sh%tbag / lumpen, from Warren Ellis / Darick Robinson's postcyberpunk hyperdystopian world of Transmetropolitan.

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PS. So far, despite all the decadence of the said futuristic comic series set in Third World America, it reflects this "past" in another portion of the globe, which is, needless to say, our "present" when * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * spoiler warning * * * * * * * * * * the president won because of the sympathy vote and the law enforcers stage manslaughter, protect powers-that-be, and massacre protesting people either because of the state's incompetence or the commonplace corruption coupled with the usual nepotism and discrimination. On to issue #32 - The Walk.

An update you probably will not give a fvck about (and you actually shouldn't): I am done. Finished TRANSMET. All the 60 issues. I want to smoke. I think I would want to learn how to smoke. And do all the things Jerusalem did to write.

Because I hate it here. *Vertigo Encyclopedia, you're next*

Sunday, September 26, 2010

My Life According to Doom/Avantgarde Metal

Since I have only one draft left undone, here is another meme.

My Life According to Cathedral, Meshuggah and Tiamat

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! My life according to "my life according to (band name/artist)."Tag your music loving friends!

I knew the rules before I broke them. My Revision, for overdoing's sake:

Using only song names from ~~ONE~~ THREE ARTISTs, answer these questions. You can't use the bandS I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! "My life according to (band name/artist)." Tag your music loving friends!

My Life According to:
Cathedral / Meshuggah / Tiamat

Are you a male or female:
Birthmachine 2000 / Future Breed Machine / Circles

Describe yourself:
Iconoclast / I / Nihil

How do you feel:
Imprisoned in Flesh / Quant's Quantastical Quantasm / A Deeper Kind of Slumber

Describe where you currently live:
Beneath a Funeral Sun / Qualms of Reality / Church of Tiamat

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Nightmare Castle / Corridor of Chameleons / Into Sumerian Cry

Your favourite form of transportation:
Vodoo Fire / Mind's Mirrors / Light in Extension

Your best friend/s is(are):
One Dimensional People / Choirs of Devastation / Necrophagious Shadows

Your fear:
Ashes You Leave / Internal Evidence / Raining Dead Angels

What is the best advice you have to give:
A Funeral Request / Blessed Be Thy Hate / Vote For Love

Thought for the Day:
Corpsecycle / Paralyzing Ignorance / To Have and Have Not

How I would like to die:
Soul Sacrifice / Obsidian / In a Dream

My soul's present condition:
Grim Luxuria / Vanished / A Winter Shadow

My motto:
Enter the Worms / Re-Inanimate / However You Look At It You Lose

Timewarp+++++++++

the anathemarbeen multiply blog entry dated Mar 14, 2009 11:04 PM

Rule: Pick a band/artist. Using ONLY SONG TITLES FROM THAT ARTIST/BAND, cleverly answer these questions. (Overdid it again. Picked two.)

ANATHEMA / FIELDS OF THE NEPHILIM

1. Are you a male or female:
Balance / Preacher Man

2. Describe yourself:
A Natural Disaster / Reanimator

3. How do you feel about yourself:
Crestfallen / Venus Decomposing

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend situation:
They (Will Always) Die / Dead to the World

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation:
The Silent Enigma / Still Life

6. Describe your current location:
Childhood Dream / At the Gates of Silent Memory

7. Describe where you want to be:
Where Shadows Dance / Xiberia [Seasons in the Ice Cage]

8. Your best friend is:
Inner Silence / Endemoniada

9. Your favorite color is:
Black Orchid / Pazuzu [Black Rain]

10. You know that:
All Faith is Lost / Trees Come Down

11. What’s the weather like:
Shroud of False / Mourning Sun

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called?
Re-Connect / Dead but Dreaming

13. What is life to you:
Scars of the Old Stream / One More Nightmare

14. What is the best advice you have to give:
Destiny is Dead / Slow Kill

15. If you could change your name what would you change it to:
Memento Mori / Requiem XIII 33 [Le Veilleur Silencieux]

Friday, September 24, 2010

Calliope: Again, I Plead

I have been in isolation for almost five days. I have deprived myself of social networking sites, and other pleasures. I have (re)read at least five works of fiction (Vonnegut, Atwood, Wong, Mieville, Calvino), excluding at least four comic books (Gaiman, Ellis, Morrisson, Ligotti) and at least two nonfictions (Susskind, Lynch). I even tried listing fifteen things. I wrote what I dreamt about. I also tried writing prompts. And clustering. I read and researched about my preferred topic. And all I have is a concept. An idea. For one draft. I had another idea to turn into a draft, way back then. I needed three. So, I just need another idea. And three rough drafts. Blabbering did not help. Back inside my head and Microsoft Word. Or Not. Back to comics, perhaps. Or drawing. Or layout. Or anything. Later, UPLB would walkout against the P1.39 billion UP Education Budget Cut. And, here I am, procrastinating, just like the old days when I was a student, who walks out of class to protest against campus repression, and such. This would later be fed to fb, though. Since I have neither been interacting through likes or comments nor tagging contacts, I think I would not receive unsolicited comments. And as I indicated on the "labels" or "tags" here in blogspot, this is indeed just a senseless, irresponsible, worthless rant.

Oh, and I am thinking of selling another book. Anne Rice's Tale of the Body Thief, for 150php. Bought that book eons ago for, I think, 175php. I am also thinking of selling Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale for 180php. This is the link to the original quasi-bookseller entry. After re-reading "Brief Lives," the Sixth Volume of the Sandman series, I further thought that I just could not sell any of them. For now.