An Attempt on Haiku No. 20 Youth
April 16, 2012
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An Attempt on Haiku No. 19 Do not cry, they said.
This one is with one extra syllable. I couldn’t think of a proper word that could replace the word “eluded”. :/
An Attempt on Haiku No. 17 Love and Other Demons
You know the feeling when you can’t remember why you wrote or done something? I’m feeling it now; the feeling of being lost and confused. Like for instance, I feel lost when it comes to this haiku:
I can’t remember why I wrote this, or what’s behind the images, or WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN? My haiku poems were shelved far too long (three years, thank you very much) that I almost forgot I actually have haiku poems somewhere in my laptop, nor what I wanted to say in this poem. Damn.
An Attempt on Haiku No. 16 Jealousy
It’s been a while since I last posted here. I’ve been very busy this second semester because I was balancing student council duties, thesis (the research part of thesis, not yet the proper thesis) and organization duties. So, I was definitely busy. I haven’t even posted anything new in my tumblr account (I’m getting tired of it too anyway).
But it’s now summer time and it means I have lots and lots of time to update my blogs and indulge myself with books (this time non-required!!!) and other interests. So far my goal this summer is to read many books as I can and indulge myself with makeup and beauty products (I created a new blog solely about beauty products!).
However, I still have school related duties like ‘student council’ stuff (my term is over this year, but I’m a volunteer staff at the student regent office (although I haven’t done anything yet, but this summer we will be very busy), organization semester planning (this month), and revision of thesis introduction (GAAAH!)
Anyway, I finally received my grades and I’m glad to say that I didn’t flunk any of my subjects, although, I was kind of expecting to received a five (that is equal to one in other countries, if I’m correct). However, our thesis coordinator told us that our drafts were disappointing. Our ideas are good, but our critical essay/introductions are bad. So my goal this April, before I send a copy to my thesis adviser is to edit that goddamn essay!
I got a 2.00 (1.00 is the highest grade you’ll get and 5.00 is the lowest) in my poetry class, because of that I am worried about the poetry writing workshop next semester. I admit that I’m not a poet and I think I will never be, but I will try. (The reason why I was in poetry class was because the creative non-fiction class was already full…goddammit.)
Anyway, here is my haiku number 16 which I wrote 3 years ago:
I wrote 26 haiku so, I’m going to post all of them here this month.
An Attempt on Haiku No. 15
One of my entry for my haiku ‘collection’ two year ago (almost three years now). What gave me an idea to write this was of my memory of my family summer vacation when I was – I think – just over five years old. I remember the sun felt like pins on my skin and I never did enjoy that particular vacation of ours that time. I think we were in Batangas back then.
Basically this was it.
What Will You Read Before The World Ends?
Some says the world will end, some says it will not. But my professor says it is a good idea to make a reading planner base on ‘What Will You Read Before the World Ends?’.
It was my personal project to read poetry a day (or every other day) and write down my thought on it (in a very fabulous notebook) for over two years now, because poetry is not really my cup of tea. I don’t even know if I can master it!
Since my professor was asking our plans for our class project (and by the way, requirement), I told him that I’ll do the one poetry a day project. Except that I don’t know if I can do that on top of other academic requirements I’m currently balancing.
But he told us to make a concept proposal on one book only – one poetry book or one book of play or something, and put on our proposal why we recommend our chosen the book to other readers.
I decided that I’ll make a concept paper on Danton Remoto’s Pulotgata; The Love Poems (2004). I bought the book in early 2009 because I was looking for the authors on my undergrad reading list. But I first read his poem on his collection, Rain, back in 2008 in my English 11 class under Professor Villareal. The voice in the poem is unknown, whether it is female or male, who knows? But the poems talk about love and making love, romantic poems that made me want to experience them myself.
Our professor asked us back then what we thought about the persona of the poem (Rain). Is it a male or a female? The poem is about a lover living somewhere far from the persona and the persona is thinking about the lover. Even though they are apart in the persona’s mind and in his/her heart he/she feels that continents merge and distance blurs.
We told her that we felt the persona is a female (after all, it is the stereotype of a romantic poem and also hetero-normative) but we were not so sure as well.
She then told us who Danton Remoto is, the editor of Ladlad (together with sir J. Neil Garcia) an anthology of literary works about and by LGBTQI community. Knowing something about the author makes you perceive a work differently from when you don’t know anything about the author. After knowing something about Danton Remoto, the distance between the persona and the lover seems more in depth and romantic, making you hold on to the love they share.
This morning, it is raining
In my country
Water slides down
The leaves
Like tongue on skin.
The sound of their falling
Collects
Like breathe on the lobes
Of ears.
You are a continent away.
There, the leaves are beginning
To turn.
Soon, night will steal hours
From day,
And snow will be whirling
In drifts.
But you are here,
In my country
Of my mind,
Wiping away the maps
Of mist
On the window pane,
Lying in bed beside me,
As the pulse of the pillows and sheets –
Even the very throb of rain –
Begin to quicken.
- Rain, by Danton Remoto
An Attempt on Haiku No. 13
Not in my family dinning room, but we rarely eat together because I eat at the living room while watching! Ahaahah! Even my mother do it too.
