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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Attica! Attica!

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{ A friend commissioned me to come up with a poster design for a seminar that he and his group will be officiating, as a requisite for their college -- the topic, "Anti Social Behaviour in a Socialized Society." Resulted in the two studies above. (Heck, I knew my blog's logo will come in handy someday) }
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"AREN'T WE ALL?"

Aren’t we all…
Thespians in a hallowed stage --
Mimicking life from the poetics within a tragedy --
Of a Dead poet's once uttered dreams.
Harbingers of laughter, unsolicited.
Dancing to celestial beats without end
Until that last day when we lie
Parallel with the horizon.
…?

Aren’t we all…
Preachers in our own cathedrals,
Adamantly advocating faith -- blinded
From eyes, to mouth, from ears, to hands.
Sanctified or damned: we deny making a choice -
‘Til the eleventh hour when we wash
Our bloodied fists with our tears.
…?

Aren’t we all…
Minstrels of a broken tune --
Philosophers ignorant of answers
Already in front of us.
Serenading acoustic rhetorics
(Fanatical idolatry of bent exclamations).
Chanting to the metronome
Of monotonous heartbeats.
...?

Aren’t we all…
Fragments of our frailties --
Debris of a whole that once was us.
Empty as emptiness could ever be.
Our soul’s mere ornaments like carvings ,
Bought and sold by travelling merchants.
...?

Aren’t we all…
Organized grifters, veiled syndicates --
Feeding on spoon-fed lies
By Neanderthals tracing inscriptions
On damp cave walls.
Placing our own sense on enigmatic scrolls
Whose meaning even to ourselves
A question mark.
...?

Aren’t we all…
Cherubims waiting hand and foot
At porcelain gods.
Waiting for effigies to bleed crimson
Or ‘til we realize the blankness
In the meaning we all search for.
...That liquid hope offered
By ivory monuments --
Suck dry our conviction’s succulence.
...?


Aren’t we all --
Alike!
...Or are you simply, indifferent?


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5 left the carnivale an epistle:

Anonymous Anonymous so eloquently stated...

Lupet ng blog mo leedon! Pucha kaka bilib! -kamalayan

December 14, 2005 5:50 PM

 
Blogger Lothario Art so eloquently stated...

Kamalayan ~

Comin' from you, man -- that's a prized compliment!

December 15, 2005 2:51 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous so eloquently stated...

Ngayon lang nag ka time tumingin tingin. This Blog is Feckin Insane, all the more, great. I wish i had the skills din to do this kind of thing. Sadly, content na ko sa Friendster blogs, as for the moment. Cheers pare, ill visit often. -kamalayan

December 15, 2005 11:02 AM

 
Blogger _Soulless_ so eloquently stated...

Hear, hear!

Now this had me riding the adrenaline rush. Haha. Malupet nga. Focused ang writer, intact ang theme, impressive yet with a certain degree of control pa rin ang word usage. And the length of the piece feels just appropriate. Bravo, bravo.

By the way, HAVE A BLAST THIS XMAS! ^_^

December 23, 2005 2:37 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous so eloquently stated...

you're amazing.. O.O

December 25, 2005 4:26 PM

 

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