Wednesday, 30 December 2009


new year na naman


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I love how things attach themselves
to other things--the rocks sitting stubbornly
beneath a river, the beards of moss.


I choose a color and it connotes sadness.
But how long must the symbols remain true? Blue
is blue, not lonely. After a time, one gives up


reading the sky for shadows, even rain.
There is no promise, only a possibility.
A moment moves to another, and still it feels


the same. Like old letters in boxes.
Or how the rain, at times, falls invisibly.
Finally, the things we love demand more love,


as if we have always been capable of it. Yet
I can only offer belief, mirages that mean water,
long travels leading somewhere. I am reading


old letters, trying to make something
of what's been said. It might be raining;
some pages are unreadable.


-Joel Toledo, Attachments


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salamat 2009.

Monday, 21 December 2009











The Star
Arthur C. Clarke

It is three thousand light-years to the Vatican. Once, I believed that space could have no power over faith, just as I believed that the heavens declared the glory of God’s handiwork. Now I have seen that handiwork, and my faith is sorely troubled. I stare at the crucifix that hangs on the cabin above the Mark VI Computer, and for the first time in my life I wonder if it is no more than an empty symbol.

I have told no one yet, but the truth cannot be concealed. The facts are there for all to read, recorded on the countless miles of magnetic tape and thousands of photographs we are carrying back to Earth. Other scientists can interpret them as easily as I can, and I am not one who would condone that tampering with the truth which often gave my order a bad name in the olden days.




Tuesday, 15 December 2009

I think
I am
in love
therefore
I exist
 

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