Temporal Insanity

February is still ten minutes away but I’ve already been consumed by it.

365 for 2012: (Fourteen) Salin ng Sonnet 105 ni Shakespeare

**Salin ng Sonnet 105 ni William Shakespare, ang pangalawang sonetong kailangan kong isalin para sa darating na concert sa buwan ng Pebrero. Tinapos habang nagpapahinga sa lilim ng mga puno ng buko sa baybayin ng Guimaras. Walang katumbas ang puting buhangin at hampas ng alon para sa pressured na makata. Hahaha. The life indeed, the life.

 

Pagsinta ko’y di basta-bastang pagsamba

Dahil ang iniibig ko’y hindi diyus-diyosan

At lahat ng awit at pagpupugay ko ay takda

Sa kanya, nag-iisa, siya nawa, natatangi lang.

 

Mabut sa bukang-liwayway, hanggang takip-silim mabait

Sa kahanga-hangang dangal, walang tinag na nananatili

Kung kaya’t salita ko’y tapat ring nakapinid

Ito’t ito lang, walang pagliliwaliw mga katagang sinasambit

 

Marikit, mabuti’t totoo, ang lahat ng aking katwiran

Marikit, mabuti’t totoo, sa ibang salita ma’y nailalarawan

Ito ang layaw ng dila kong makata

Sa lawak ng saklaw ng balirala’y pag-isahin itong tatlong katangian

 

Marikit, mabuti’t totoo, kadalasa’y hiwa-hiwalay

Itong lahat ngayo’y magkakasama sa’yong kabuua’y nananalaytay.

 

365 for 2012: Thirteen

Soap suds on the floor

Will wash away these worries.

Therapeutic chore.

The sight of yo…

The sight of your name still pains me.

I feel the letters move from my insides to my lips. I fumble for the sound. It couldn’t quite make its way out.

from Schematics: A Love Story

I learnt to tie my shoes

I learnt to ride my bike

I learnt to smoke

I learnt the vulnerability of fully exposing an idea

I learnt to tie my shoes

I learnt to adapt my behavior in the light of others’ actions.

I learnt the difficulty of sustaining the hopes of youth.

365 for 2012: (Twelve) Tinuhog ng Espada

**After a pseudo-faithful translation of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 20, here now is the version that should hopefully serve as lyrics to a song. And yes, pun intended. Lame pun at that. With syllable count that needs improvement. Sheesh 😛

Kinis ng mukha mo’y pang-billboard ng Belo,

di na kailangan ng Master Eskinol yan

Bagong gising na puwede nang frontpage ng magasin

Mga dilag sa iyo’y di lang hahanga, ikaw pa’y kaiinggitan

 

Puso mong mamon, iisang suki lang ang nakakatikim

Di gaya ng iba diyang kung kani-kanino naghahain

Talbog silang lahat sa talim ng titig mo

Duguin na’ng madaplisan dahil iisa lang ang tutusuk-tusukin

 

Bossing, ikaw ang senyora ko,

Kumander na nakalalaglag-panty ang asta,

Tagos-kalamnan ang lagnat-lamig abot hanggang buto

Ang puso ko’y tinuhog ng iyong espada

 

Okay na sana kung hindi ka lang napag-tripan ng tadhana

At sa paghubog sa walang-paris mong katawan ay ‘di nasobrahan

Tingnan mo nga’t mas may tambok ka pa sa akin

Anong silbi niyan sa’kin, e meron na ako niyan?

 

Bossing, ikaw sana ang senyora ko,

Kung di ka lang itinakda para sa ibang senyora

Tagos-kalamnan ang lagnat-lamig abot hanggang buto

Ang puso ko’y winarak ng iyong espada

 

365 for 2012: (Eleven) Salin ng Sonnet 20 ni Shakespeare

**This is my translation of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 20. Did this for a sonnets concert project we’re doing for February. This already sort of fails the traditional sonnet form, but oh well. 😛 Linguistic discrepancies. The more lyrics-for-song version follows after. You are such a challenge Bill.  

Sonnet 20

Mukha ng dilag sa’yo ay ipinintang likas

Ikaw na mayordomang kumander ng natitira ko pang lakas

May lambot ng mamon ang puso mong sintibay ng bato

Panay lambing ang pag-ibig na walang bahid ng pagkatuso

Talbog ang titig nila sa mga mata mong walang ligaw na sulyap

Nababasbasan sana kung hindi pinapangarap ang iyong pagkurap

Ang tikas mo’t dating, kumporme’t nakapanunukso

May suwabe kang hatak sa kaiba’t kapareho.

Nilikha kang babae sana, pero sa pagpeperpekto ay lumabis

Sa iyo ay may naikabit na sobra na nagdudulot sakin ng pagtangis

Ang kasaganaang bigay sa iyo’y para sa aki’y walang saysay

Ano’ng silbi mo sa akin, kung dapat akong umibig sa isang Inday?

Anu’t-anupaman, nilikha kang aginaldo para sa mga dilag

Kanila na’ng katawan mo, maliban sa puso mo’ng sa akin sana ipanatag.

365 for 2012: (Ten)

Uncontrollable

patterns of fall. Lives at risk.

How constant hearts beat.

365 for 2012: (Nine) Quarter-Life Crisis

Domestication.

The dawning of a new age,

of growing up pains.

**Finally, one that came with a title with it.

Positive Discipline

There is a profound sense of being alive while listening and processing the statement of the need to chronicle the experience of practicing the values we teach and study in our actual lives. Creativity, mistake, compassion, strength.

365 for 2012: Six, Seven, Eight

I.

A morning crime scene:

A blooming red mark right there

From the culprit’s lips.

II.

Another crime scene:

Rouge marks on a shirt’s collar,

A ring down the sink.

III.

No more evidence

Door’s ajar, wine glass empty.

Our case unresolved.

**I got a little fixated with the idea of a crime scene . Here’s a different take that churned out another series. I like doing this series of threes. Feels like a comic strip in verse.

365 for 2012: Five

A morning crime scene:

When an escaping dream leaves

pillows stained with ink.

**Aren’t there so many possibilities in changing the word ‘ink’? Imagine your own murder, then take your pick.

365 for 2012: Two, Three, Four

I.

Hair strands on pillows,

Traces, thoughts falling away

To count and pick up.

II.

Hair strands on pillows,

Traces of thoughts fallen out.

Don’t count, don’t pick up.

III.

Hair strands and pillows.

Traces of us. We’ve fallen.

Count on being caught

**This is the product of the magic of repositioning words to find the most apt manifestation of the image in the head. Thank god for details that strike you upon waking up. Although I am still quite uncertain about the order of the three, I’ll leave it be for now and go for the gut feel. The time will come to edit it accordingly.

365 for 2012: One

Good book, new hobby, checklist:

Petty distractions

For a life empty of one.

**First attempt, please forgive. This Haiku is actually erratic. Instead of 5-7-5, I was thinking 7-5-7 thus the count. But anyway, that’s that for now.

Charles Bukowski’s Blue Bird

Animation by Monika Umba

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsc3ItAKSLc

Bluebird
Charles Bukowski

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

When The Sun Sets

This is the image of how my fantasy should be processed by my brain.

There’s a thick cloud covering a great portion of the sky, drawing a straight line that defines where the stars appear and disappear. The horizon should stretch as far as the eyes could see, but heaven sets its limits on mine.

Fair enough. The divide between the starry and starless sky evens out as the night deepens anyway. And the stars do shine bright. They pop out in the dark. Twinkling and dancing, too.