Thursday, July 24, 2008

The Happy Monday Joel-Toledo-Host Introducing:

“Puss-in-Boots”

“ang pinakawasak na critic sa Pilipinas ngayon!”

“(and writer rin pala)”

July 21, 2008 – July 23, 2008 6:37 pm



Puss in Boots:

Wahahahaha! Ows? Ang buong Pilipinas nasa Happy Mag:net pag Monday na pala ngayon? Kelan nga ba nagiging writer ang isang tao?

I:

Pag may award? And you’ve been awarded the greatest horror of all! Bravo!

Puss in Boots:

Thank you! Curtsy tayo, ‘Mare, cursty. Baba mo yan middle-finger mo. Ayan. Smile. Critic na tayo! Thank you!



Reminder of a constraint:

Names spelled according to my ears.

If misspelled, eh di misspelled.


Marie La Viña

On

Puss in Boots:

Planetary because planets were being used.

The tone is of the abstract being concretized.

Trippy language i.e. trips on long words used.

It’s a winding “fa” note.

It’s for the science geeks into poetry + philosophical masturbation.

Crush ka na nun magpinsan galing sa Makati niyan.

Sounds of –t and –p.

Solid narrative but read with the same tone.

You?

I:

It’s trying to answer the question “What is distance?”

Therefore translation of “Pedestrian Blues” by Cesar Aquino.

Just say “I love you” kasi.

Puss in Boots:

And you may die from a broken ego.

I:

Ay… sige, write a poem na lang.


Waps San Diego (now kebs muna sa Law and into corporate building)

On

Puss in Boots:

1: Ice: Love the gravity of the tone; solid imagery.

I: Dominance of absence.


2: “Song of Solitude”

I: Yes, to “remember”.

On

Puss in Boots:

It’s Pablo Neruda only darker.

Banzai Cat:

That sonnet with your hand upon my chest is my hand.

[Puss in Boots and Banzai Cat high-fives: meow!]

I:

Tangna beh, magpalit ka na ng love poem for me otherwise baka pagnasaan ko pa si Waps.


Jonar Sabilan (“the voice of the Lord”)

and the voice of the Lord says, “Ang Seiko wallet…Ang wallet na muswerte.”

On

Chatmate in Filipino

Puss in Boots:

Jesus Christ, it’s not Lord, it’s Lourd.

I:

Ah, it’s the “chatter” life: chatter given life.

Buti na lang tanga ko sa YM kaya di ko ginagamit.

Puss in Boots:

At least di “clutter” life. Kanino ngang storya yun niyari ko sa Litcrit na published sa Story Philippines?

Banzai Cat:

Carlos Cortes, “Among the Bissayans of Zvbv”

Puss in Boots:

Yeah, 1st paragraph is pure clutter.

I:

Huy, concentrate on pottery here.

Puss in Boots:

Timang! Poetry!


On

“The poem fresh from the English oven”

Puss in Boots:

Ah, it’s about that 1997 annulment issue about this guy and his three-inch-dick.

I:

New Historicism.

Puss in Boots:

It’s read using Angelo Suarez-Tone

I:

Yeah, but this one’s about pissing.


Emong de Borja (“Na sana madalas sa Happy Monday” according to host)

I:

Ah, so that’s how he looks.

On

Last week and last year’s poems (changed last Saturday)

Puss in Boots:

1: too long

It’s about houses.

Tone not capturing me.

It’s too blah, too page for oral reading.


2: Change the title

More solid beat.

Cool, has narrative.

Again, to “remember”.

Uh-oh, going too fast.

It’s application of the logic of “what is sea water”.

The bagsak: template

And?

I:

Sabi ko nga. Balik pa siya please.


Chingbee Cruz (according to host “…young…prominent…”)


Chingbee Cruz laughs, “Salamat for calling me young!”

Adam David heckles, “Yee-hey, prominent!”

1:

We listened.

2:

From Frank Sinatra’s “One for my baby, one for the road”

Puss in Boots:

Hot Damn. Nagmumura pala to si Ma’am?

I:

To hear her use “fuck” in a poem is erotic and sweet.

Puss in Boots:

And the bagsak: …secret life.


Anna Iglesias (…from Lawyer Self returning to Poet Self)

said that she’s been trying to write this poem for the past two weeks so “Paumanhin”.


I:

Write on!


“The Terror”

On

Puss in Boots:

Still very much tentative language--- thoughtful, phantoms, shadows, cacophony.

Sketchy narrative.

More practice and it would stop sounding like a vignette.

I:

Huh? Why do I keep looking at him? The terror! The terror!


Adam David (and his El Bimbo variations)

On

Puss in Boots:

People, just read the book.


On

His Pornography Concept with Ken Ishikawa

Puss in Boots to I:

Hintay ka lang sa tanong. The answer’s prepared anyway.

I (would like to thank the Asshole for giving me the term):

It’s fancy-fuck and that’s fantastic but when you keep on fucking me fancy then it’s no longer fantastic because bedroom gymnastics has become predictable and is just way too tiring and I fancy for one good old fuck. Or something else.


July 22 2008 11:58 pm

Adam David:

Okey ba mga tula ko from last night?


I:

(send the answer)


Adam replied:

Hahahahahahaha! I know what you mean. But I love excess!


July 23, 2008 12:14 am

I:

See, that damn equation: exuberance = excess. Hahahahaa!


Puss in Boots

On

“Frustration”

On

I:

Yariin ko pa ba?

Puss in Boots:

Tama, bago mayari ka ng iba, yariin mo na sarili mo.

I:

Eh ano pa nga ba tawag mo sa ginagawa ko?

Puss in Boots:

Sarap sumigaw on stage. Therapeutic. High-five kami nun mga favorite waiters ko!


Kim Andrews (Visiting-Immersing)

“The Postcard”

On

Puss in Boots:

It’s about writing a poem.

BELL: relegated to the kitchen

BELL: warm from the thoughts

KABOOM: poem’s thought lands into Ontological “Other”

I:

Damn, which poet’s reading tone from Poetry Speaks remind me of her reading tone?

Puss in Boots:

Are you kidding me?! It’s Kermit-the-Frog doing a honky-tonk-jig.

I:

Yeah, fuck being Filipino-Nice: it’s not a poem; it’s a journal entry.


Pocholo Goitia (“The dog-bitten one”)

said, “Mahaba to. Sorry.”

CNF

On

Puss in Boots:

Same tone as readings before.

Bus # 10 is chugging and chugging along.

It’s di-di-di-da-di-di-di-dit (repeat).

Bus # 10 shifts to Jung-Jung De la Rosa and his wet dream.

Back to Bus #10 then Martin Sy.

I:

Martin Sy? Yun prof ko sa French? Parang sa Italian ata…

Puss in Boots:

He’s right and wrong: it’s just too long.

I:

Oh shut up: Pocholo is trying to find and peg his tone, treatment and form for his CNF.

Puss in Boots:

Yeah, but make it compact because there are too many characters and twists in this one.

Therefore: for page reading not oral reading.

I:

I kind of miss the schizo European-Union-Accent(s) + Afrikaan.

Puss in Boots:

Mas okay kung Bisaya yun tone o Ilocano.

Puede rin Kafangfangan.


Jude Dizon (from Berkley)

On

Puss in Boots:

Ami-what?

I love the Cali-Voice…

I:

But?

Puss in Boots:

Repetition of words.

Romanticized Ra-Ra-Ra.

Earth beneath me trembles and the rest is also cliché.

Really, the BELL is high on Eric Clapton’s “Cocaine”.

I to Puss in Boots:

Nobody’s going to visit our lovely country now at the rate you’re going. Bad for the tourism business, you know.


Pancho Villanueva (Now “Pancho Papa” with his facial hair: bagay, pare.)

On a reading of a Robert Lowell poem

Puss in Boots:

He’s gotten better at reading.

I:

Getting it on with the program.


On the first draft of what he said as, “I don’t consider this as a poem. Rather, an idea.”

Headline: New Element Discovered.

Puss in Boots:

Hahahahaha!

I:

CNF pala ‘to si Pancho eh!


Dr. Drey Terran

CNF “Morning After: A Post-Mortem”

Puss in Boots:

It takes officially two minutes for the chattering to listen.

I:

A poetic deconstruction of a one-night-stand.

Puss in Boots:

I want to hear a shriek!

I:

Ah, the emptiness of empty-sex.

Puss in Boots:

More to come!


Enrique Villasis (From Masbate, no relation to Bobby Villasis)

His poem inspired by his idol Joseph Saguid

On

I:

Uy, Joseph is now procreating. Sana di mabastos.

Puss in Boots:

Nyak. The poem is operating on the literal and stretching even in the subtext.

I:

Gremlin?

Puss in Boots:

Not. Not a bastard either: just an illegitimate facsimile.


Brian Acabado (1/2 of the kissing cousins from Makati and according to the Seiko Lord’s voice “Shin…Shin…Taruuuu...”)

1: “Settlement”

On

I:

Space and time: Galing!


2: “Prosta”

On

Puss in Boots:

Trying to anchor the didactic.

A little abstract.

Becomes stilted language when too specific.


3:

I:

Jargon that descends into a large narrative.

Puss in Boots:

Too conscious.

I:

Baka purpose is to make this text autonomous, too.


4: “Oblivion”

I:

Dune, “The spice must flow”.

Puss in Boots:

Iffy in the struggle of abstract to concretize.


Keith Bustamante

On

1: [English]

I:

Practical imagery; solid language; solid narrative

Puss in Boots:

Hee-hee, it’s a fuck-you to Jello.


2: [Filipino]

I:

Panalo!

Puss in Boots:

Besides the Sta.-Ana-Race-Track-Tone.

Feeling ko kabayo ako eh.

I:

Na panalo!


3:

I:

Authentic

Puss in Boots:

Besides the dedicated-to-my-cousin sentiment.


Joseph Saguid

On

I:

I love your poetry: hits the liver eh.

Puss in Boots:

Hik, we still have a liver?


And the last, the least, the last time here


Philip/ Philippe/Flip Garcesto

because

Douglas Candano to I:

Eh. Para que, di ba?

I to Douglas Candano:

Entonces no mas, inchico.

Puss in Boots to I:

Hot damn your butcher-Spanish is coming back, too?


On

Puss in Boots:

1: Assonance of –ee again alternated with –ion.

Same rhythm and tone as first reading.

I:

Martin Luther King + Don King + Dating Daan + Jesus Christ and the Latter Day Saints+ All “Alive!Alive!”

Puss in Boots:

The voice commands attention but nothing yet in the words.


2: The voice says, “This was written an hour ago…Living here has been quite an eye-opening experience…”

And tada!

His “Tadhana”


I to Puss in Boots:

The same treatment but now it’s a RANT about how you Philippines and you Filipinos suck. Whoa, why is our Philippine Flag inverted? Huy!

Puss in Boots with inverted Philippine Flag:

Did he just call us “INDIO”? Like Indio to Padre Damaso and Conquistadores?

Banzai Cat:

Yep. Derogatory, too.

Puss in Bakya:

2008 has just been warped back to centuries before and until 1898! Quick, let’s take out our baro’t saya from the baul! C’mon, let’s put on our chains, hurry! Puede rin bahag! O kaya balik tayo sa bamboo and be Maganda and Machuva!

I:

You know, there’s always Carlos Bulosan’s “If You Want To Know What We Are” in http://youtube.com/watch?v=yGQfxrs7br4. I love my students.


Puss back in Boots:

Don’t read a first draft then, otherwise the least you might hear is a dismissive “It’s a draft” from Krip Yuson.


Pancho to I:

Ba, wag mo nang patulan.

I to Pancho:

Sabagay, di naman ako mukhang indio. Di ka naman mukhang indio especially dahil sa facial hair mo. Ba, ang guapo mo talaga nagyon, para kang haciendero. Que guapo! Nakakakilig, Ba! May crush na ata ako sa’ yo eh!


Puss in Boots to Flip:

“I don’t like your sentiment. It’s crap.”

(Di puta mana pang-iwang na pag-isip mo yan ay!)

(The boys to I: Yam! An nguso mo!)

Flip to Puss in Boots:

“Well, that’s too bad. Can’t please everybody.”


Puss in Boots becoming Porcupine:

Too bad?

Eh kung sapakin ko kaya ‘to para maalog ang utak at di ito umutot ng baluktot?

Banzai Cat soothes Bristling Porcupine:

Beh… wag mo nang patulan.


Porcupine back to being Puss in Boots to Flip:

“Yeah, it’s good then for our country that everybody’s not everybody.”

I:

And he really talks the way he performs --ee and –ion.

Ibang level ang persona: one and in place lagi!

Puss in Boots:

Nga naman mga Fil-Am ‘to ngayon oh and their “I’m coming home to the Philippines and tell you who/what you/we are and spread it to the world!”

I:

Uy, reminds me of Menudo and their “I’m going back to the Philippines /Where my love is waiting…”

Puss in Boots to Flip:

Que estas hablando, poquito loco-loco?

No comprendes? Siento: Don’t mess with my barrio, hermano.

AKO

PAMILYA KO

BARKADOODLES KO

BARANGAY KO

BOONDOCKS KO

BAYAN KO

HINDI “INDIO.

EH KAYO BA “INDIO” PA RIN SA TINGIN NIYO?

Tara na go, let’s all take out our papel y pluma y bolos and vamos a ya-ya las sinverguenzas in 2008!

I:

Dear Philippines-Host-World,

Napagod ako dito ha?

Puss in Boots:

Sa kakatawa.

I:

Now let’s all come again for the Happy Monday in Mag;net Katipunan on August 4!

Thank you for reading this.

Puss in Boots:

Curtsy tayo, ‘Mare, curtsy!

I:

Ayoko nga! I’m not a Slave 4 U!

1 comment:

Unknown said...

clearly you misinterpreted my words. my poem was a reaction to my experience here. is there something wrong with expressing myself? You are taking one little part of my poem and making it like I called you "indio" when in fact it is an empowering message. you only hear what you want to hear. i am fil-am, yes, and that means i have serious identity issues. while my work has an in your face political message, it has spiritual underpinnings. such as the unity of the struggles of all peoples across the globe, there are layers to reality above the cursory material realm. yes it is MY "tadhana" and that's why it is an artistic expression. here's a copy, not my first draft.

7/21/08
Tadhana by Philippe Javier Garcesto

The blurry focus screams
Unhinged vision of inescapability
Beliefs and structures in place as reality
No longer seems to make sense to me
The system crashing before my eyes
The futility for any battle for humanity
The destructive spiral out of control
The flames of oppression ravaging the countryside
Flows from the death dealing corporate controllers
Slimy octopus tentacles in every scene
Manipulating the situation without being seen
Put up a façade of government propaganda
Blatent lies to conceal mother Earth’s rape
Tying up all legal resolutions with endless red tape
The answer of the people is the call to armed revolution
But is this really the inevitable conclusion?
Anger swells and the people justify a means to an end
Every battle to build a bright future
With the disruption and destruction of the present

Chorus:
One Body One Blood One Spirit
Dreaming of a better world
Where we all can be free
Learn to live and love
Stay present with the sacred heart
Transmittable indio-genius
Connection to divine serenity
One body one blood one spirit
Galling sarap ng buhay!
Now you are Free

As I think of my family members
And the loved ones I hold dear
Or the friends who live the struggle daily
Would I take up arms or live in a bubble?
How can I turn my back
When I’ve seen the faces of victims of human rights violations
Or the parent turned activists demanding justice for their children
It seems that justice is truly blind
How many unanswered protests
Can the people tolerate for these crimes
The government a complicit ally to the rich landowners
Committing surgical strikes with the military
The cold-blooded murder of farmers, activists, workers, teachers and students
The kidnappings and enforced disappearances
The brutal rape and molestation of women
All under the pretense of the War on Terror
The US led initiative to systematically labeling
All people who oppose it’s destructive foreign policy
Under the banner of “terrorist”
Seemingly no differentiation from the peaceful activists
Or the freedom fighters with blood on her hands
Billions of American taxpayer’s dollars
To fund the manufacture of push button death
To the training of cold-blooded storm troopers
The Evil Empire ain’t a galaxy far far away
It’s got its Imperial talons squeezing this planet
Slurping the resources to its barebones
All to fuel an appetite for destruction
Each day grows worse and worse
Soaring costs of living plunge crisis to crisis
While authorities would have you believe the smooth status quo
Applying cosmetic surgery through Metro Gwapo
Ignores fixing the rotten core
Children in the streets without any opportunities

Chorus:
One body one blood one spirit
Dreaming of a better world
Where we all can be free
Learn to live and love
Stay present with the sacred heart
Transmittable indio-genius
Connection to divine serenity
One body one blood one spirit
Galling sarap ng buhay!
Now you are Free
Treasure the moment.
Silence the mind
Accept. Yourself.
Follow the breathe of life
Conjoin with the universal aura
Flowing particles interconnected
Alterable through sound intention
Resonate with vibration
Challenge the current direction
Visualize world peace
To live is to take action
Every breathe is a conscious intake
Of every sensation around you
An experienced catalogued in the archives of memory
A scene from a story
One out of many
Once you learn to write the story
We can make history
End our collective suffering
Through the power of our inner deity
My vision turns to clarity
Despite all of the insanity
I remain resolute
Meditate on Love habitually
The mind-body is only one reality
But we are one spirit for eternity
No matter what happen in this lifetime
Follow your heart
Wherever it needs to be

Chorus:
One body one blood one spirit
Dreaming of a better world
Where we all can be free
Learn to live and love
Stay present with the sacred heart
Transmittable indio-genius
Connection to divine serenity
One body one blood one spirit
Galling sarap ng buhay!
Now you are Free



i appreciate the criticism, next time please email me directly.

philippegarcesto@yahoo.com