Monday, December 17, 2007

UP Press year-end blast

The University of the Philippines Press ends the year on a high note by staging Paglulunsad 2007: Ikatlong Yugto at Pasasalamat.

Everyone is invited to this grand book launch cum cocktail party happening on December 14, 2007 at the Balay Kalinaw in UP Diliman campus, Quezon City .The event will highlight six important factors in UP Press, as follows: launch of the third installment of book titles for 2007 introduction of UP Press' new Editorial Board announcement of the UP Centennial Books project the celebration of UP Press authors who won or became finalists of this year's National Book Awards by the Manila Critics Circle the five-year anniversary of UP Press bookstores launch of the new UP Press website The event will start at 6 p.m. Food, music and books will be abundant in this year-end celebration. It is also a way of thanking UP Press patrons and partners. Ikatlong Yugto will complete the 2007 roster of titles. Some of the titles in this third installment include the following:
Best Filipino Stories: The NVM Gonzalez Awards 2000-2005 edited by Gemino Abad and Gregorio Brillantes Cordillera in June by Ben Tapang,Defiant Daughters by Rina Corpuz
Forcing The Pace: The Partido Komunista ng Pilipinas: From Foundation to Armed Struggle by Ken Fuller Likhaan: The Journal of Contemporary Philippine Literature, Issue I edited by Jose Dalisay Jr. Mannahatta Mahal: Collected Expatriate Poems by Luis Cabalquinto
Mostly in Monsoon Weather by Marne Kilates,Sexuality and the Filipina by Lilia Quindoza-Santiago, Sawikaan 2006: Mga Salita ng Taon edited by Robert Anonuevo and Galileo Zafra,
Some of the authors will be present in the event. Balay Kalinaw is at the corner of Guerrero and Dagohoy streets, UP Diliman, Quezon City (near Ilang-Ilang Residence Hall). Dress code for the party is smart casual.
For confirmation of attendance or for more information, please contact: Ms. Libay Linsangan Cantor (UP Press Special Projects Assistant) 0918 249 5377; 920-6863; libay.cantor@gmail.com

Rica Bolipata-Santos wins Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Award 2007


Rica Bolipata-Santos' Love, Desire, Children, Etc.: Reflections of a Young Wife won this year's Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Award. Published in 2005 by Milflores Publishing, Inc., the book is a collection of essays which Dr. Neil Garcia praised for its “candor, grace and humor…”
At ceremonies held at the UP Diliman Bulwagang Rizal last December 8, Garcia announced the winner, who was congratulated by UP ICW Director Vim Nadera and Atty. Gizela Gonzalez-Montinola. Bolipata-Santos received a P50,000 check and certificate. She delivered a short acceptance speech as her children rejoiced at her success, her youngest son joining her onstage and bowing like a performer, further endearing them to the audience. She described herself as a “closet writer,” talked about the sheer joy of writing as her hand moves across the page, and described her delight when Antonio Hidalgo of Milflores said he was extremely interested in publishing Love …

The award is the only such prize that recognizes literary debuts of Filipino writers and was established in memory of Gonzalo Gonzalez. Previous winners are Elena Sicat, Luna Sicat-Cleto, F.H. Batacan, Sarg Lacuesta, Vince Groyon and Kristian Cordero. This year's panel of judges was composed of Garcia, Jaime An-Lim and previous winner Vince Groyon.

Below is the transcript from Garcia's presentation of the winner and other nominees:
The six finalists for this year's Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Award are:
First, Salamanca , a novel by Dean Alfar. This is the only avowed book of fiction to make it to the short list in what has turned out to be the year of creative nonfiction. A verbal conjuration of the magical realist sort, Salamanca is a campy verbal adventure written in Alfar's trademark rambunctious and irreverent prose. In typical postmodernist fashion, this fabulation's impressively scintillant surface—its medium—is quite possibly already the innermost depth of its message. Second, Barbara-Ann Gamboa Lewis's Barefoot in Fire: A World War II Childhood . This charmingly illustrated, book-length memoir reads like a compelling little novel, whose narrative carefully imparts to the reader a sense of its precocious narrator's unfolding life—a life that is by turns impressionable and courageous, vulnerable and steadfast, reckless and prudent. Like other memorable books of the same genre, Lewis's Barefoot in Fire is an eloquent indictment of the utter evil of war, as well as a moving study of the indomitable human spirit.
Third, Science Solitaire: Essays on Science, Nature, and Becoming Human by Maria Isabel Garcia. This book, possibly the first of its kind in the history of Philippine literary publishing, is an interesting collection of nonfiction essays about science, written in a generous and accessible language. In essay after essay, the author strikes the reader as being at once a naturalist and a philosopher—a student of creation, who intimately participates in the very thing that she observes, and who seeks, in the world's tangible and mutable forms, the harmony and meaningfulness that affirm our deepest sense of being.

Fourth, Kapwa: the Self in the Other by Katrin De Guia. This beautifully produced and capaciously heavy book emerged out of the multi-talented author's dissertation in Filipino Psychology. A singular achievement in intelligent fellow-feeling and scholarly sympathy, De Guia's Kapwa is at once an academic inquiry into the Filipino concepts and rituals of the shared inner self, as well as an intricate interweaving of six, richly textured biographical essays on culture-bearing Filipino artists, whose complex worldviews and lifeways the author painstakingly and passionately brings to light.
Fifth, Helen T. Yap's From Inside the Berlin Wall. A series of letters to her family back in the Philippines, Yap's book traces a narrative arc that articulates the “Pinoy abroad” perspective in a way that is remarkably different from the garden variety travelogue, probably because the author actually resided rather than merely toured in the strange and estranging landscape of East Germany, right before the end of the Cold War. This experience afforded Yap the time to piece together her book's fragmentary but finally singular vision—that of a temporary Filipino exile's haunting and haunted inner world.

And finally, the sixth finalist and this year's winner of the coveted Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Award is… Love, Desire, Children, Etc.: Reflections of a Young Wife by Rica Bolipata-Santos. Published in 2005 by Milflores Publishing, Inc., Bolipata-Santos's first book is a rewarding collection of thirteen thematically unified essays that addresses with uncommon candor, grace, and humor some of life's more mundane realities and mysteries: love and desire, marriage and children, family and friends, teaching and writing. The author treads the uneven terrain of the quotidian with an open compass, unafraid to confront and scrutinize even her own intimate fears and insecurities and confusions. Again and again, in these luminous little personal narratives, what triumphs is a clear-eyed self-understanding, which is utterly convincing because it is earned at the cost of so much soul-searching and inner struggle. In these provocative and well-shaped essays, Bolipata-Santos (following the words of Peter Walsh from Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway ) has taken hold of fragments of her public and private life and turned them round, slowly, in the light, to discover designs that are finally comprehensible, startling, consoling, and wise.

A deeply celebratory book worthy of the Madrigal-Gonzales Best First Book Award.
Congratulations to all author-finalists, and congratulations to our winner, Rica Bolipata-Santos.

UP ICW launches LIKHAAN Journal 2007



To commemorate the University of the Philippines Centennial, the UP Institute of Creative Writing has launched the LIKHAAN: The Journal of Philippine Contemporary Literature. Asserts editor Dr. Jose Dalisay Jr.: “(N)o Philippine university has produced as splendid, as significant, and as sustained a crop of literary work and talent as the University of the Philippines .”

The journal was launched at the Writers Night last December 8. UP Chancellor Sergio Cao, one of the individuals who made the journal possible, and National Artist Virgilio Almario were on hand to receive the first copies from Dr. Dalisay.

The volume, containing works in Filipino and English, features fiction from Alwin Aguirre, Mayette Bayuga, Catherine Bucu, Amelia Lapena-Bonifacio, Charlson Ong and Socorro Villanueva; poetry from Raymond de Borja, Mikael de Lara Co, Francis Arias Montesena and Joel Toledo; essays by Gemino Abad, Exie Abola and Reuel Molina Aguila; a photo essay by Vim Nadera, drama from Rene O. Villanueva and an interview of National Artist Bienvenido Lumbera.

The LIKHAAN Journal is available for P250.00 at the UP ICW and at UP Press Bookstores.

Who are the best young poets in the Philippines?



Philippine PEN recently launched At Home in Unhomeliness: An Anthology of Postcolonial Poetry in English . Edited by Dr. Neil Garcia and published by the UST Publishing House, the volume contains 82 poems by 29 of the Philippines best young poets writing in English.
Says Garcia in his Introduction : “(T)hese poems , like the rest of Philippine literature in English, will in fact be largely incomprehensible when decontextualized from the histories that engendered them- particularly, the violent histories of colonization that the Philippines , as a geopolitical and indeed national reality, has endured.”

The poets featured are: Michael Balili, Ronald Baytan, Catherine Candano, Jose Wendell Capili, Jennifer Carino, Mark Cayanan, Mikael de Lara Co, Conchitina Cruz, Carlomar Arcangel Daona, Raymond John de Borja, Cecille La Verne de la Cruz, Lourd Ernest de Veyra, Israfel Fagela, Marc Gaba, Ralph Semino Galan, Ramil Digal Gulle, Sid Gomez Hildawa, Joy Icayan, Mookie Katigbak, Kris Lacaba, Paolo Manalo, Arvin Abejo Mangohig, Allan Pastrana, Dinah Romah-Sianturi, Rafael San Diego, Michelle Sarile, Angelo Suarez, Joel Toledo and Lawrence Lacambra Ypil.

Call for submissions for Coming Soon


Coming Soon, an anthology of erotic poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction on the loss of virginity. The piece must specifically address a first (human, as opposed to something like bestial) sexual experience.
What we are looking for are pieces that depict an initiation into the sexual act, therefore we will not consider works that try to be coy: for instance, please don't send a piece on how some character/persona discovers there is such a thing as fornication, yet doesn't engage in it. We'd consider that a cop-out. Neither are we looking for pieces on, er, giving one's self sexual pleasure. No, no, no. Works submitted should involve at least two conscious people (no corpses, please!), with an exchange of bodily fluids or whatnot. (If there is no exchange of bodily fluids, the work should address the question: But why the heck not?)Open to Philippine writers in English and Filipino. Past published works are welcome as long as they have not yet appeared in an anthology.
Deadline: 31 January 2008.
Editors: Conchitina Cruz, Edgar Samar and Katrina Tuvera.
Please send submissions as MSWord documents to comingsoonantho@gmail.com. On the subject line of your e-mail, please indicate your genre (poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction) and language (English/Filipino).
Multiple submissions are welcome, but each entry must be sent seperately. Inquiries should be sent to the same e-mail address.

Call for submissions for CFP: The Commons


The editors of Currents in Electronic Literacy (an MLA-indexed, peer-reviewed, e-journal) seek manuscripts that address the role or the relevance of the cultural commons for those working, teaching, or living in a mediated age. The term itself has received attention from those on the far left, such as Michael Hardt and Antonio Negri, to those defending free-market economics, such as Lawrence Lessig. As new media enable us to collaborate, share information, disseminate texts, and pull from the collective and creative resources that the humanities have traditionally celebrated, we face new challenges on a variety of fronts. What are the legal implications of sharing copyrighted (or copylefted texts)? What constitutes "fair use" in an age when most cultural artifacts can quickly be scanned and posted for public consumption? (How) are we ethically and scholastically obligated to evaluate or cite sources that have been read and reviewed by a worldwide community of arguably critical and invested readers? (How) do profit (or exploitation) work when users determine content willfully and energetically?
We encourage submission of scholarly articles and review essays (including reviews of books, software, websites, and conferences) that relate any of the above questions or others not mentioned to the task of teaching and studying literacy.
Submissions for reviews should be approximately 1500 words for individual reviews and 2500 for omnibus reviews of multiple texts or applications and 5000 words for scholarly articles. Submission deadline is December 15, 2007. For questions or to submit reviews email ejournal@lists.cwrl.utexas.edu.
Currents in Electronic Literacy is an online publication of the Computer Writing and Research Laboratory at the University of Texas, Austin. Currents strives to provide a forum for the scholarly discussion of issues pertaining to electronic literacy, widely construed. In general, Currents publishes work addressing the use of electronic texts and technologies for reading, writing, teaching, and learning in fields including but not restricted to the following: literature (in English and in other languages), rhetoric and composition, languages (English, foreign, and ESL), communications, media studies, and education.
Currents in Electronic Literacy (ISSN 1524-6493) is indexed in the MLA International Bibliography and EBSCO.

Pasko ng Komiks in UP Diliman


As part of the U.P. College of Arts and Letters "Linggo ng KAL" event on December 6-14, the U.P. Likhaan: Institute of Creative Writing (UP-ICW) and Read or Die sponsor Pasko ng Komiks or PASKOM symposium on December 11 (Tues), 9am at the Pulungang Claro M. Recto, College of Arts and Letters, UP Diliman, Quezon City.
PASKOM will discuss the relevance of comics arts in contemporary Filipino life. Four related topics, which foreground new perpectives on a growing popular arts tradition, will be discussed, namely "Komiks in Philippine Culture and History," "The Study and Collection of Komiks," "Women in Komiks," and "Creating Komiks."
In the morning , Pablo Gomez, Patrick Flores, Gerry Alanguilan, Glady Gimena, Dennis Villegas, and Orvy Jundis will talk on the two first topics. Then in the afternoon, the women artists—Sherry Baet, Ofelia Concepcion, Vivian Limpin, Elizabeth Chionglo, Joannah Tinio-Catinglo, and Gilda Olvidado—will talk about how the feminine and comics arts intertwine toward a liberative cause.
Still later in the day, comics creators Carlo Vergara, Andrew Drilon, Andrew Villar, Carlo Pagulayan, Randy Valiente, Jonas Diego, Melvin Catinglo, Rey Tiempo, KC Cordero and Victor Balanon will unravel the energy and inspiration behind their works.
The day long discussion will be synthesized and commented upon by Bobby Yonzon (Mango Comics), Emil Flores, Joey Baquiran, and Lawrence Mijares.
Prior to the symposium, a comics exhibit, featuring the actual works of contemporary and past comics artists will be on show beginning December 8. It will be set at the Galleries 1 & 2 of Bulwagang Rizal, College of Arts and Letters, UP Diliman.
PASKOM is made possible through the support of National Books Development Board, Powerbooks, Mango Comics, WikiPilipinas, New Worlds Alliance, Read or Die, Komikera, Subway Productions, and the U.P. College of Arts and Letters.
Comics fans, students, and teachers are welcome to attend the symposium and see the exhibit which will run until December 14. For details, call Ms. Eva Cadiz at 9221830.

Writers Night set for December 8

Writers Night on December 8 at the Bulwagang Rizal in U.P. Diliman promises to be more than a chance to meet the idols of Philippine literature. If one stays on long enough, one will actually see many of them do poetry performances. Or sing. Yes, many writers are singers. And band members too. So expect this December affair to be a party experience that will be just as fun and memorable as the previous writers night.

The event starts off at 5:30 pm with the awarding ceremony of the Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Award at the Teatro Hermogenes Ylagan. This award honors authors whose maiden publications merit an auspicious introduction to modern day readers. Among the sterling nominees are Dean Francis Alfar's Salamanca (novel); Barbara-Ann Gamboa Lewis's Barefoot in Fire (creative non-fiction); Maria Isabel Garcia's Science Solitaire: Essays on Science, Nature and Becoming Human (essays); Rica Bolipata-Santos's Love, Desire, Children, Etc (essay); Helen Yap's From Inside the Berlin Wall (essay); and Katrin De Guia's Kapwa: The Self In The Other (essay).

After the awards, partying begins with performances by invited guests Cesare Syjuco, Heber Bartolome, DJ Alvaro, dancer/choreographer Myra Beltran, zitar player Joey Valenciano, ventriloquist Ony Carcamo, experimental artist Jeena Marquez, Romancing Venus, and poets Marne Kilates and Teo Antonio.
Then, everyone will be in for a surprise as daring writers join a mock fashion show staged by campus groups UP Quill, UP Speca, UP Ugat and UP Writers Club. All in the spirit of carnivalesque play.

Friends and guests of writers, as well as readers and fans are welcome to attend the 2007 Writers Night. For details, call Ms. Eva Cadiz at U.P. ICW, 9221830.

Meritage Press holds annual poetry tilt


Meritage Press is calling on all Filipino poets to join their annual holiday poetry contest. Poet and novelist Eric Gamalinda, author of My Sad Republic and Zero Gravity, is this year's judge.
Interested parties may submit by e-mail, 1 to 2 unpublished poems (you may, however, submit poems that you have featured on your own web sites oror blogs, or that have been published in limited edition chapbooks of no more than 250 copies) with your full name and contact information to MeritagePress@aol.com (please present poems within the body of the email as the organizers will not open attachments).
There are no limitations to poetry styles or content.
Deadline of entries is on December 31, 2007.
The winning poem/s will be published in the February 2008 edition of “Babaylan Speaks” at http://meritagepress.com/babaylan/. The winners will also recieve a selection of book published by Meritage Press.

Call for Submissions: Growing Up Filipino II


This is a call for submissions of short stories for an anthology tentatively titled, Growing Up Filipino II - Stories for Young Adults. The book will be edited by Cecilia Manguerra Brainard and will be published by both Anvil and PALH. Contributors will receive copies of the book as compensation for the use of their work.The manuscript should be approximately 8-10 pages long, typed, double-spaced (approximately 1,800-2,300 words). This should be emailed to CBrainard@aol.com. You may also send it by air mail to:Cecilia Brainardc/o PALHPO Box 5099Santa Monica, CA 90409USA.This book project is a follow-up of an earlier short story collection entitled Growing Up Filipino: Stories for Young Adults (published by PALH 2002, and Anvil). The following review describes the 2002 collection: From School Library Journal
Grade 9 Up-These 29 short stories offer a highly textured portrait of Filipino youth and an excellent sampling of creative writing. Thematically arranged, most of the pieces have been written since the turn of the 21st century. Each story is introduced by a thumbnail sketch of the author and a paragraph or two about some element of Filipino culture or history that is relevant to the story. Authors include those born and continuing to live in the Philippines, emigres, and American-born Filipinos. Tough but relevant topics addressed include a gay youth's affection for his supportive mother, the role of religious didacticism in the formation of a childhood perception, consumer culture as it is experienced by modern teens in Manila, and coping with bullies of all ages and stations in life. … The high caliber and broad but wholly accessible range of this collection, however, makes this title a solid purchase for multiple reasons.
The 29 stories in the 2002 edition of Growing Up Filipino were written before 9/11 (September 11, 2001). The editor would now like to collect a second volume that continues to address the young adult audience. The stories in the collection will still be about the Filipino experience in the Philippines or any part of the world. But in this second volume, the editor is seeing contemporary stories, or post 9/11 stories. The editor is seeking the best stories about growing up Filipino. The editor is not looking for stories written by young adults, but about Filipino young adults. The editor envisions the stories dealing with relationships, family, falling in love perhaps, and other issues that the young adults deal with. Character-driven stories are encouraged. Those interested in submitting are encouraged to read the first volume of Growing Up Filipino: Stories for Young Adults, to get an idea of the kind of stories the editor is looking for. Deadline for submission has been extended. Please send your bio (approx. 150 words) in people-friendly narrative form. Make sure your contact information is included with the story.ABOUT THE EDITOR: Cecilia Manguerra Brainard is the author/editor of over a dozen books. She has a website at http://www.ceciliabrainard.com/ and a blog at cbrainard.blogspot.com

Tanghalang Ateneo Stages The Death of Memory

Tanghalang Ateneo goes contemporary Filipino in The Death of Memory, the second production of the company’s 29th season. Written by Glenn Mas, it is a Palanca-prize winning play and an awarded thesis production of the Catholic University of America. Tangahalang Ateneo’s Staging would be the play’s Philippine opremiere production.

In the play, four people are trapped in a nowhere land where time has topped, and with no memory how they got there, and no ides on how to get out. Eah one carries a painful and violent memory- sexual abuse, abandonment, murder- that assaults them at unpredictable moments and ties them to this purgatorial prison.

Ralph Quiblat and Brian Sy alternate as the newcomer Juan, while Rachel Quong and Margarita Paje play the Keeper, the ethereal guardian of the nowhere land. The rest of the faculty cast is Randy Solis, Dianne Laserna, Miguel Lizada and Angela Serrano. In turn, the rest of the student cast is composed of BJ Crisostomo, Regina Francisco, Nicolo Magno and Gianna Villavicencio.
Director Ricardo Abad and porduction designer Salvador Bernal depart from their Asian motifs to create an abstract world that is replete with surreal and violent images. Joining them are choreographer Matthew santamaria, lighting designer Jonjon Villareal, and sounds and graphic designer Reamur David. Kastski Flores, finalist in Cinemalaya 2007, incorporates film images of the character’s memories.

The Death of Memory runs from Nov. 29 to Dec. 1, 4 to 8, and 11 to 15 at 7 p.m., with additional 2 p.m. shows on Dec. 1, 8, 15 at the Rizal Mini-Theater of the Ateneo de Manila University. For inquiries call Sheila Concina at 0915-5715665 or the Rizal Mini-Theater at 426-6001 local 5121. The play is for mature audiences only.


From The Philippine Star, November 19, 2007

Villafania's poetry book launched

The latest Pangasinan collection of poems by Santiago B. Villafania was launched at Urdaneta City on Friday, November 9.

Malagilion: Sonnets tan Villanelles is Villafania’s second collection of poems in Pangasinan language which was launched shortly after the 2-day Conference on “Revitalizing the Pangasinan Language and Cultural Heritage” held at the Urdaneta City Sports and Cultural Center last November 8-9, 2007.

The 390-page book includes some 300 sonnets and 50 villanelles, published through grants from the Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino (KWF) and Emilio Aguinaldo College (EAC) under the helm of Dr. Jose Paulo E. Campos.

KWF Chair Dr. Ricardo Ma. Duran Nolasco and UP Professor Dr. Ma. Crisanta Nelmida-Flores wrote the preface and the introduction to the book, respectively. Dr. Cirilo F. Bautista, Victor Emmanuel Carmelo D. Nadera Jr., Aurelio S. Agcaoili, Kristian S. Cordero, Jose Jason L. Chancoco, Christopher Q. Gozum, Jaime P. Lucas, Leonarda “Amor Cico” Carrera, Sergio A. Bumadilla and Melchor E. Orpilla contributed their respective blurbs.

Multi-award winning poet Cirilo F. Bautista says: “Villafania is the leading poet of his generation in Pangasinan today.” Villafania is currently a senior web developer/designer in Emilio Aguinaldo College – Manila. He lovingly maintains the site www.dalityapi.com.

UP ICW and Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Awards announce 2007 shortlist

A brilliant debut for any artist goes a long way. The Madrigal-Gonzalez Best First Book Award is probably the only award that recognizes the first published works of Filipino writers. The exclusivity alone that the award confers is much coveted. What more then the weight of acknowledgement from the established writers on its panel of judges. The award is coordinated by the UP Institute of Creative Writing and was established by the family of Gonzalo Gonzalez, former UP President.

Dr. Jose Neil Garcia, Dr. Jaime An Lim and Prof. Vicente Groyon, himself a winner of the award, have come up with the shortlist for 2007 (only works in English were screened, as the award switches between languages every year). The shortlist follows: Salamanca by Dean Francis Alfar and Science Solitaire: Essays on Science, Nature and Becoming Human by Maria Isabel Garcia (ADMU Press), Barefoot in Fire by Barbara-Ann Gamboa Lewis (Tahanan Books), Love, Desire, Children etc by Rica Bolipata-Santos (Milflores), From Inside the Berlin Wall by Helen Yap (UP Press) and Kapwa: The Self in the Other by Katrin de Guia (Anvil).

This year's winner will be announced on Writers Night in UP Diliman. The annual gathering will be held at the Teatro Hermogenes Ylagan, Bulwagang Rizal on December 8, Saturday. The program will start on 6 p.m. Gizela Gonzalez-Montinola herself will be on hand to award the P50,000 check and certificate to the winner. UP ICW director Vim Nadera and the ICW associates will also be present to witness the winner's debut in the literary scene.

Dr. Jose Dalisay Shortlisted in 2007 Man Asian Literary Prize

Five authors made the shortlist for the award. Jose Dalisay Jr., Reeti Gadekar, Jiang Rong, Nu Nu Yi Inwa and Xu Xi are the five authors selected for the shortlist by the judging panel for the inaugural Man Asian Literary Prize, the first regional prize for a work unpublished in English. The winner of the prize will be announced on Saturday 10 November, 2007 at a ceremony in Hong Kong .

The five shortlisted works were chosen from a long list of 23 are:
Jose Dalisay Jr., Soledad 's Sister
Reeti Gadekar, Families at Home
Nu Nu Yi Inwa, Smile As They Bow
Jiang Rong, Wolf Totem
Xu Xi, Habit of a Foreign Sky

Dr. Dalisay is an Associate of the UP Institute of Creative Writing and teaches at the UP Department of English and Comparative Literature.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Dr. Anthony Tan Dominates the 2007 Pinoy Poet Award

Anthony Tan was born on 26 August 1947, Siasi [Muddas], Sulu. His degrees AB English, 1968, MA Creative Writing, 1975, and Ph.D. English Lit., 1982 were all obtained from the Silliman University where he edited Sands and Coral, 1976. For more than a decade, he was a member of the English faculty at SU and regular member of the panel of critics in the Silliman Writers
Workshop. He taught briefly at the DLSU and was Chair of the English Dept. at MSU-Iligan Institute of Technology where he continues to teach. A member of the Iligan Arts Council, he helps Jaime An Lim and Christine Godinez-Ortega run the Iligan Writers Workshop/Literature Teachers Conference. He also writes fiction and children's stories.

He has won a number of awards, among them, the Focus award for poetry, the Palanca 1 st prize for Poems for Muddas in 1993; also the Palanca for essay. Among his works are The Badjao Cemetery and Other Poems , 1985 and Poems for Muddas , Anvil, 1996.

Dr Anthony Tan is the 1st Grand Winner of the 2007 Pinoy Poet Award. For winning the 6 major awards in all category.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

The Winners Reveal!-2007 Pinoy Poet Award

The 2007 Pinoy Poet Award held at the Online Judging done at yahoo messenger forum. All Judges compose of Filipino Free Lance Writer or Poet; Founder of Poetry Group and Diffrent Respective Poet in the Philippines. The Scores of the Winners are based of Different percentage probably creativity,skills and knowledge. Its been quite difficult to our judges to choose among different poet to win, but they are all good in term of participation. but as they alsway said, to be nominate atleast one is considered as winner, better luck next time. But as we promise to you people of the Philippines we will help our brighter and talented poet to improve and to be competetive in field of poetry.

see the winners at the 2007 Pinoy Poet Award

Judges 1 2 3 4 5 =final

Best Skills by a Male Poet-Dr. Anthony 94 95 98 98 100= 97%
Best Skills by a Female Poet-Chi 89 84 90 89 94= 89.2%
Best Ode-Quils Poetic Craft by Nora Caldero 92 95 96 94 95 =94.4%
Best Classical-Crossing the River by Dr. Anthony Tan 98 98 98 99 99 =98.4%
Best Epic-Gutom na Makata by William Rodriquez 92 94 90 94 95= 93%
Best Rhyme-Back from what we've started by Jaemie Falcon 85 86 82 84 89 =85.2%
Best Line-Death is not an Option by Nora Caldero 95 95 95 95 95 =95%
Best Lyric-Crossing the river by Dr. Anthony 99 98 99 98 99 =98.6%
Best Poem-A cynic's New Millenium by Dr. Anthony Tan 90 89 90 85 90 =88.8%
Nation of Survivors by Nora Caldero 88 92 89 88 87 =88.8%
Best Haiku-Haiku Marshland by Vinci Bueza 85 88 89 92 89= 88.6%
Best Sonnet-Pinakahalaba ngunian an Banggi by Vinci 92 94 95 96 94= 94.2%
Best New Female Poet-Nora Caldero 95 96 95 96 93 =95%
Best New Male Poet-Vinci Bueza 92 93 96 95 94 =94%
Poet of the Year-Dr. Anthony Tan 98 97 99 98 99 =98.2%
Poem of the Year-Crossing the river by Dr. Anthony Tan 98 99 99 99 99= 98.8%

Entry /Total Votes

People's Choice Favorite New Male Poet-Argel Sanga 473 votes
People's Choice Favorite New Female Poet-Chi 345 votes
People's Choice Favorite Poem-Love is Soul by Argel Sanga 859 votes

All Right Reserved 2007

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

People's Choice Favorite New Male Poet


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B1:Michael Angelo (Mandaluyong City)
B2:Windel Z. Canband (Talisay City)
B3:William Rodriguez (Antipolo City)
B4:xyrusace (Dubai)
B5:Argel Sanga (Makati City)
B6:Vinci Bueza (Naga City)
B7:epohcrite bovary (iligan City)
B8:Berny Hermosa (Masbate City)
B9:Jonas San Pedro(Manila)

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THIS POLL WILL BE CONCLUDED ON DECEMBER 07, 2007

People's Choice Favorite New Female Poet


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A1: Baby Raych (Baguio City)
A2:Ana Angeles (Mindoro City)
A3:Honee (Zamboanga City)
A4:Chi (Roxas City)
A5:Jaemie Falcon (Quezon City)
A6:Irene Chiqui (Light House)
A7: Princess Luna (Visaya)
A8:Nora Caldelero (Ilo-Ilo City)

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THIS POLL WILL BE CONCLUDED ON DECEMBER 07, 2007

The 2007 Pinoy Poets Award


The year end program is now finally open, for its 1st awarding ceremony. Which will differenciate the most promising talents in the field of poetry. As they show there skills and talent in there own technical ways. The 2007 Pinoy Poets Awrad will be held at December 09, 2007 at the University of Siliman.


Check out all the nomination entry for the first anual ceremony,to be posted at 12:00 am.

All entry pass all the free judging period which is held on September 2007.


Here are the Category;


Individual Category
Best New Male Poet 40% Originality 40% Skills 20% Overall Impact
Best New Female Poet 40% Originality 40% Skills 20% Overall Impact
Poet of the Year 40% Originality 40% Skills 20% Overall Impact
Poem of the Year 40% Originality 40% Skills 20% Overall Impact

Poetry Awards

Best Poem 50% Originality 40% Technical Skills 10% votes
Best Haiku 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills
Best Rhyme 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills
Best Sonnet 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills
Best Lyric 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills
Best Ode 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills
Best Epic 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills
Best Classical 50% Originality 50% Technical Skills


Performance Category : 50% Originality/Skills 50% Total Techincal Perfomance

Best
Best Line
Best Performance by a Female Poet Artist
Best Performance by Male Poet Artist


People’s Choice Award (Voting System using POLL)

Favorite New Male Poet
Favorite New Female Poet
Favorite Poem
Favorite Sonnet
People’s Choice Poet of the Year
People’s Choice Poem of the Year




Saturday, October 6, 2007

Weekly Top Pem

See and Read our first ever Weekly Top Poem. Our 10 of the best ranked in Weekly Top Poem for vying the Hit Chart. After the week we were waiting for, the moment of truth is now reveal. Poem are all voted base on our Poll last week, we separate them in to 2 group. The group A and the group B, where the poem most voted will be ranked into 10.

See our First Weekly Top Poem in Ranking Order:

Weekly Top Poem

1. Love is Soul by Argel Sanga : 22.8 votes

2. Death is not an option by Nora Caldelero : 11.34 votes

3. What is Love by Argel Sanga : 7.98 votes

4. When only a half-inch glass separates by Vinci Bueza : 7.14 votes

5. Back from where we've started by Jaemie Falcon : 4.2 votes

6. Death and Rebirth by Chi : 4.18 votes

7. A cynic's new millenium by Dr. Anthony Tan : 3.04 votes

8. You and your love by Princess Luna : 2.94 votes
Crossing the river by Dr. Anthony Tan : 2.94 votes

9. Hollow by Baby Raych : 2.1 votes
Sweet Goodbye by Berny Hermosa : 2.1 votes
You, Beggar by Ana Angeles : 2.1 votes

10. Veritas by Windel Z. Canband : 1.9 votes
Light and Shade by Irene Chiqui : 1.9 votes
Writing new lines from old sorrow by Vinci Bueza :1.9 votes

Hot Seat- The Poem Failed in our Weekly Top Poem but still be on hitting the Chart
Cut by Baby Raych : 1.14 votes
Of memories, stains and kisses by Ana Angeles : 1.14 votes


Note: Commenst and any other opinion is accepted.

Death is not an Option Dominates Group B Poll

Death is not an option by Nora Caldelero bested 7 other poem in group by the most vote of 27% or 10.5 votes out of 42 correspondents. while Love is Soul, ranked 2nd placer is another hit of Argel Sanga Poem Collection.

View the Voting Result here.

Death is not an option by Nora Caldelero : 10.5 votes
What is Love by Argel Sanga : 7.98 votes
When only a half-inch glass separates by Vinci Bueza : 7.14 votes
Back from where we've started by Jaemie Falcon : 4.2 votes
You and your love by Princess Luna : 2.94 votes
Crossing the river by Dr. Anthony Tan : 2.94 votes
Hollow by Baby Raych : 2.1 votes
Sweet Goodbye by Berny Hermosa : 2.1 votes
You, Beggar by Ana Angeles : 2.1 votes

This Poll was concluded, October 06-Saturday at 11:00 Pm

Love is Soul(Poem) Dominates Group A for Weekly Top Poem

Love is Soul by Argel Sanga Dominated Group A for Weekly Top Poem garnering the most of the votes by 60% or 22.8 votes out of 38 correspondents. The Poem is now vying for the First ever Weekly Top Poem. While Death and Rebirth a poem by Chi ranked 02 in this group garnering of 11% or 4.18 votes.

See the voting result here.

Group A

Love is Soul by Argel Sanga : 22.8 votes
Death and Rebirth by Chi : 4.18 votes
A cynic's new millenium by Dr. Anthony Tan : 3.04 votes
Veritas by Windel Z. Canband : 1.9 votes
Light and Shade by Irene Chiqui : 1.9 votes
Writing new lines from old sorrow by Vinci Bueza : 1.9 votes
Cut by Baby Raych : 1.14 votes
Of memories,stains and kisses by Ana Angeles : 1.14 votes

The Poll concluded last Saturday (October 06 at 11:00 Pm)

Friday, September 28, 2007

"Ang Hiwaga, sa Gabing payapa"- Jonas B. San Pedro

Nakatutulig,nakatutulig, sa aking pandinig,

sa sobrang tahimik, ay walang marinig,

pusikit ang kadiliman, di sukat malirip,

nang biglang sa may kuarto...,ang papag ay lumangitngit.



Kumalabog ang pinto't,nag sara ang bintana,

celedura'y napihit, mula kanan pakaliwa,

para bang lumilindol, doon sa may dambana,

ako nga'y nag usisa't, inalam ang hiwaga.



Tumunog ang agunyas, at ako'y nangilabot,

kaba sa dibdib ko'y, labas masok labas masok,

ako'y napasigaw.., ng maipit ang buhok,

nawala ang diwa't, ang ulo'y kinamot.



Nang ako'y lumapit, sa kuarto'ng madilim,

may isang aninong, lumapit sa akin,

pawis ko ay namuo, ang mata ko'y naduling,

nang aking tanglawan, ay puno ng saging.



Dagli ako'ng lumabas, at ako'y nakakita,

ng isang kabayo'ng, may pakpak na pula,

maitim ang binti, ma asul ang mata...nang aking lapitan...ay DROWING lang pala.





links:http://www.friendster.com/group-discussion/index.php?t=msg&th=977879&start=0&

Why Do We Have To Love? by William

Why do we have to appreciate and admire?
These little things will soon turn into desire
Which we cannot extinguish like a blazing fire
Until we are lost and drowned into the mire.

Why we are so bold and beyond compare?
Despite the imminent danger we never care
With the person we love our lives we want to share
But with the naked dream is only a nightmare.

Why do we have to love and cry?
As we ask the heavens without knowing why
From the very start we cannot say goodbye
It is our fault because we cannot break the tie.

From the underground we hear the voice of Edgar Allan Poe
The Nightangle died but the Raven came too
Illusion and frustration become our mortal foe
Because our fantasies will never come true.

In the midst of the night we are like zombies
We buried ourselves and created our own cemeteries
We are willing victims of human infirmities
Our hearts are shattered klike scattered pennies.

We are like ghost and the chilly wind
Visiting and blowing in the darkest end
We deceive ourselves even when we cannot pretend
In a world of make believe, we cannot pretend.

Shamefulness and self pity is in our side
In our eyes the painful truth can never hide
At the edge of despondency we will marry our bride
We are totally destructed and tortured deep inside.

It is better to be numb and calloused
When we will only be wounded and double-crossed
In this experiment we are just an apparatus
Which kill ourselves like a lifeless fetus.



links: http://www.friendster.com/group-discussion/index.php?t=msg&th=965915&start=0&

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Weekly Top Poem Group B


Get your own Poll!

Here are the 9 Poem vying for the Weekly Top Poem Group B:

1 Hollow by Baby Raych
2. Sweet Goodbye by Berny Hermosa
3. What is Love By Argel Sanga
4. Crossing the river by Dr. Anthony Tan
5. You and your love by Princess Luna
6. When only a half-inch glass separates by Vinci Bueza
7. You, Beggar by Ana Angeles
8.Back from where we've Started by Jaemie Falcon
9. Death is not an option by Nora Caldelero

Note: Only one vote per IP Adress/1 vote per PC

Weekly Top Poem Group A


Get your own Poll!




Group A compose of:

1. Cut by Baby Raych
2. (what is Love)Love is soul by Argel Sanga
3. Veritas by Windel Z. Canband
4. Death and Rebirth by Chi
5. Light and Shade by Irene Chiqui
6. Writing new lines from old sorrow by Vinci Bueza
7. A cynic's new millenium by Dr. Anthony Tan
8. of memories,stains and kisses by Ana Angeles

I apologize to Mr. Argel Sanga for being inconvenience. His entry Love is Soul is being replaced by his another poem What is Love thats why i'm saying i deeply apologize to you.
your enrty here in Grou A Poll is considered a valid entry. Love is Soul by Argel Sanga
instead of What is Love.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Poetic Techniques

Poetic Metamorphosis: Revising Your Work

By Kathy Hoeck

Inspiration is a fleeting thing; any writer knows that. To make sure that “perfect” feeling, idea, or word doesn’t get lost forever, we often just grab the nearest scrap of paper and scribble our thoughts down. Yes, at the moment, we have written poetry. But we have not necessarily written good poetry.

It’s tempting to say, “Well, this is what I was feeling, so this is what I wrote. I can’t change what I was feeling, you know.” Of course, feelings are not revisable, but the words with which we choose to express those most personal thoughts and emotions are. When the inspiration hits you, you probably not only scrambled for the nearest piece of paper, but you scrambled for the easiest words possible, the ones that came to mind most quickly. It may be destructive to think that your initial scrawlings are sacred, for often they are not precise or may not convey the fullest possible meaning you felt or intended.

Careful revision of the words you first wrote down at the moment of inspiration may be required in order to give your work polish, depth, and a more professional sound. Your true feelings and intentions can be clarified through the use of language that is more vivid and accurate. Imagery, which has been called “the soul of poetry,” can be incorporated into your work after giving some time to deeper thought and reflection. And since the rhythm and lyricism of poetry is an important aspect of the art, your poetry’s sound can be examined and bettered through the matching and arranging of words that create a certain feeling through the timbre of their syllables.

Learning Through Example
Perhaps the best way to illustrate the power of revision is to show how it can work. Here is a line of poetry:

“The singing of the birds in the morning makes me want to fly with them.”

This line of poetry certainly attempts to convey a dramatic idea. However, its intended strength is weighed down by words that do not mirror the joy and inspiration the author must be feeling. So the revision begins. First, since conciseness and precise word choice are keys to good poetry, this line is probably too long. The use of the prepositional phrases “of the birds” and “in the morning” could be removed or changed to “The birds’ morning singing.”

Second, although alliteration is a good technique to use in your work, the repetition of the “th” sound here isn’t especially lyrical. “With them” could be removed, since it repeats the “th” sound twice in a row. It is also unnecessary since we can assume that the author wants to fly with who else? the birds.

So here is our first revision, removing unnecessary phrases and non-lyrical alliteration:

“The birds’ morning singing makes me want to fly.”

Reading this line, you will notice and alliteration—the “ing” sound that is a little difficult to say. This could be changed to “The birds’ morning song,” a grouping that now has the pleasing repetition of the “o” and “n” sounds.

Now consider the phrase “makes me want to fly.” Actually, these words are the crux of the poem. They are meant to express the depth of feeling that the author derives from the song of the birds. These words, however, do not really capture such a strong emotion. Perhaps a phrase such as “moves mountains within” can better illustrate those feelings inside that so moved the author. The imagery used here helps convey the intensity and magnitude of the author’s feeling. These words also sound pleasing, with alliteration of the “m” sound at the beginning and the “n” sound at the ends of the last two words.

The next revision looks and sounds like this:

“The birds’ morning song moves mountains within.”

Now, the revisions are almost complete. As it is now, the line does not really express the author’s desire to fly with the birds. Our prior revision helps to clarify the author’s deep emotion but leaves out the desire to fly. Since it is morning, the author has probably just awoken to the singing, so perhaps “I rise to fly” would be good. These words are filled with action that surpasses the wish to soar with the birds and instead supposes that they author can fly though it may be in spirit rather than reality. The “i” sound that appears three times in this short phrase sounds good in contrast to the previous repetition of the harder “n” and “m” sounds.

Here is the result of the third revision:

“The birds’ morning song moves mountains within and I rise to fly.”

One final change could be made here. As it is a truly unnecessary word, “The” could be removed altogether. “Birds’ morning song” is a beautiful and adequate expression of what the author hears when he awakes.

Now that your revisions are complete, compare the two lines of poetry:

“The singing of the birds in the morning makes me want to fly with them.”

Versus

“Birds’ morning song moves mountains within and I rise to fly.”

The original line of poetry sounds almost like a statement of fact, whereas the second, revised line sounds lyrical, ethereal and more like a statement of feeling.

Rules of Revising

Revision of this one line of poetry took three groups of changes. It may even take more than that to give your work that correct meaning and sound, but it is essential in order to make your first thoughts into a good poem. Poetry is a brief look into the soul through careful description of feeling, yet it takes as much effort to polish a poem as it does to complete a short story.

As E. C. Stedman wrote: “Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine arts; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true perfection.”

Important things to remember when you have written poetry and are faced with the task of revising:

--Use your Thesaurus (or use the online Thesaurus here at Poetry.com – just click on “Need Help Rhyming?”). It is a valuable source for those words that might not come quickly to mind but may help you express your ideas more accurately and vividly.

--Remember that the use of imagery and symbolism can give your poem a special depth. If you are too literal in your writing, your readers may be able to relate only to your words and not to any deeper meaning.

--Avoid phrases, images, and rhymings that are overused clichés, such as shady nook, babbling brook, moon-June, etc. Be creative and explore new words and descriptions.

--Be objective. This is difficult since it is easy to confuse the power of your feelings with your original words. Don’t make your first draft sacred. Time and thought help your work blossom and revisions allow for new thoughts to seep into and flavor your poetry.

Your original writings capture your strongest emotions. Your revisions should do that as well, but they can also reveal just how much you care about your work and your desire to fashion words in the most lyrical and beautiful way.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Francisco Balagtas


Francisco Balagtas, later Francisco Baltazar or nickname Kikong Balagtas or Kiko, was born on April 2, 1788 in the barrio Panginay in the town of Bigaa, now known as Balagtas in his honor, in the province of Bulacan. He was the youngest of four children: Felipe, Concha, and Nicholasa. His parents where a blacksmith, Juan Baltazar, and Juana de la Cruz.

As a young boy, Balagtas loved to watch the land and hear the sound of the leaves. He saw beauty in the sparks caused by the pounding hammer of his blacksmith father. He even heard music in the sound of the horses' shoes.

Balagtas studied in a parochial school in Bigaa, where he studied prayers and catechism during his elementary years. Once Baltazar was eleven he moved to Tondo, Manila to work as a houseboy for his aunt, Doña Trinidad, who sponsored his studies. He enrolled at the Colegio de San Jose, where he graduated with degrees in Crown Law, Spanish, Latin, Physics, Christian Doctrine, Humanities, and Philosophy.

Dr. Mariano Pilapil taught him how to write while one of the most famous Tondo poets, José de la Cruz (Huseng Sisiw) mentored his poetry. Cruz challenged Balagtas to improve his writing, and even refused to edit Balagta's poetry. He continued to write more awits, corridos and moro-moros.

In 1835, Balagtas moved to Pandacan and met Maria Asuncion Rivera, who would later serve as a muse for his writings, such as in Florante at Laura as 'Celia' and 'MAR'.

Balagtas' feelings for Maria were challenged by Mariano Capule. The influential Capule used his wealth to imprison Balagtas and marry Maria. In prison, Balagtas relates the parallels of his own situation in Florante at Laura.

During an age when Filipino writings were written in Spanish, Balagtas wrote his poems in Tagalog. Scholars are lead to believe his poems reflect the abuses of the Spanish colonists.

Upon Balagtas' release from prison, he published Florante at Laura in 1838. In 1840, he moved to Udyong, Bataan and served as a Major Lieutenant. There, he met Juana Tiambeng of Orion, Bataan whom he would wed in 1842. Together, they had eleven - five boys and six girls - although seven died.

In 1849, Governor-General Narciso Claveria ordered that every Filipino native adopt a Spanish surname. Henceforth, Balagtas became known as Francisco Baltazar. He was imprisoned in 1856 for shaving the head of Alferez Lucas' housemaid, forcing his wife to spend their entire fortune to pay the court expenses. In 1860, he was released and continued writing to support his family.

Upon his death bed, Baltazar asked that none of his children become poets like him, who had suffered under his gift. He stated that it would be better to cut their hands off than to let them be writers.

Francisco Baltazar died on February 20, 1862.

Balagtas is considered the equivalent of William Shakespeare and the "Prince of Tagalog Poets" for his impact on Filipino literature with Florante at Laura regarded as his defining work. In fact, he is so greatly revered in the Philippines that a tradition held for debating in extemporaneous verse is known as 'Balagtasan'.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Death is Not An Option by Nora Caldero

A TRIBUTE FOR THE: 9/11 TRAGEDY
As I sit here and I wonder why
Somewhere, some way we all must die

Do we believe we can miss the boat
Somehow redirect its path without cutting our throat

Can we fly south or take a sabbatical to France
Can we miss life's most infamous dance

No matter how far you travel or where you go
Death will be there to answer the door

There is no option when it comes to death
No matter how healthy or how much wealth

There is no road that will lead you astray
No miraculous prayer that will save the day

Death has been promised to all kind
Nothing lives forever that is the design

Now life after death that's the true story
The only way there is in Gods' Glory!

Now you must pay attention if you have the need to live on
There are some basic instructions that will not steer you wrong

Try picking this up when you see the next paper or hardback
Some wonderful instructions to help keep your life

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"Battle of the All time Favorite Poet"





Sa inyong palagay? sino ba ang karapat dapat hiranging pinaka paboritong manunulat sa buong kasaysayan.

Sabaysabay tayung mag bigay ng kanya-kanyang napupusuan. Mag bigay komento lang para sa mga nominado.

Sa kabilang banda mag kakaroon tayo ng isang survey sa mga nominado. Sa pamamagitan ng inyong boto, ang pinaka maraming nakalap na boto ang siyang hihiranging numero uno sa "Most Favorite Poet of All Time".

Pero para sa akin, ito ay isa lang survey at hindi nito dapat bigyan ng mababaw na pag-unawa,

Friday, August 31, 2007

Back from where we've Started by Jaemie Falcon

Little do I know about you,
mysterious friend... I know its you.

Days swept so fast, days become years,
until I found myself counting my tears.

Pain and misery of my heart will soon mend,
but going back for me is hard to understand.

A different love that never lasted,
and now we're back from where we've started.

Yesterday, I saw you standing there,
Gloomy.. in the sky you stared.

Instead of talking, you walked astray,
deeply wounded, I hate that day!

Slowly, you and our memories fade,
shadow covering the happy thoughts I've made.

My feelings concealed with so much stealth,
It took me 3 months to finally feel the guilt.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

The Compassion of a broken hearted

I heard an awful song,when the river flow
I felt like numb,when I feel wind starts to blow
I can’t imagine life without full of glow
I have the greatest fear that is a big throe

Whenever I look every scene as I recall
The memories that fade I can’t follow
All I can do is seen the picture, I fall
A love that treasure as boon as your eyebrow

I, , the compassion of the broken hearted
Wave that makes me remind, I affected
I relate from the story of titanic
Your my eternal spirit thats a magic.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Crossing the River by Dr. Anthony Tan

Came upon a river shrouded in mist.
Too early for bird call, or wing beat,
Too early even for wind.
A giant conch shell on a beaded string
Hung on the branch of a leafless tree.
it belonged to the boatman of the river.
With little energy I blew it long and thin,
Remembering what I had been taught,
Cupping it between my delicate hands.
On the edge of that feeble call
An apparition darkened the thick mist.
Slowly the bow emerged in the hush of dawn.
Beckoned me to his boat. Didn't tell him
Where to and he didn't ask, as if
My destination were already foreknown
He didn't paddle. He hesitated.
He waited as if he had forgotten something.
Looked me straight in the eye.
When I didnt't respond immediately,
he opened a bony hand,
The bwhite palm trembling with greed.
The other hand gripped the head of a long pole.
then I remembered what I had been taught:
I dropped a silver coin into his open palm.
He gripped it, dropped it into a bulging purse
That was tightly sewn to his leather belt.
the drop of silver on silver
Was the only sound in the soundless mist.
Only then did a fugitive grin light up his face.
Only then did he strike
The murky water in the pole.
There was no one to say goodbye to.
No friends. No kinsmen. No lovers.
the gurgle int he wake took the place of words.
The boat moved toward the other bank, where
He had unloaded his boat of so many strangers.

A Cynic's New Millenium by Dr. Anthony Tan

During a lull between typhoon rains
Nine white-breasted birds sat on a wire
Under the canopy of low, gray clouds.
On sodden ground the trees and shrubs
Wore the vestigial gloom of late December.
I thought of Hardy and his frail, gaunt thrush
And wished the birds would repeat to me
The thrush's song of hope, celestial solace
They would design to pour on world-weary souls.
I waited for their song. None of them sang,
Engrossed they were with pimping their feathers.
If nine presaged good luck, thought I,
It would be a prosperous year, or decade.
"Happy New Year!" I hailed them cheerily.
Six scampered away, startled, as I was myself,
By the zing and suddenness of my salutation.
Twithced their tails in unison,
Dropped something white and watery
On my bare head and whisked into the dark.

Sweet Goodbye by Berny Hermosa

i never thought i would fall
someone greater than you before

its the thin line of my desire
that no one dare to cross that line

all day past
never thought that it has a better part
this sweet sensation i felt
just assure me that i have a safety
belt

but tears fell one night
and it grasp my life with fright
and all i want to have is might

how can i make it through this pain
when all i hear are drops of rain
how could i heal this part again
when all i know is i've nothing to gain

you said u need to
but u said you'll never go
how can i stand without you
now that i dont know what can i do

now the stars are fading
all of the sudden
i am only looking
in this note saying
Goodbye

Sweet Goodbye by Berny Hermosa

i never thought i would fall
someone greater than you before

its the thin line of my desire
that no one dare to cross that line

all day past
never thought that it has a better part
this sweet sensation i felt
just assure me that i have a safety
belt

but tears fell one night
and it grasp my life with fright
and all i want to have is might

how can i make it through this pain
when all i hear are drops of rain
how could i heal this part again
when all i know is i've nothing to gain

you said u need to
but u said you'll never go
how can i stand without you
now that i dont know what can i do

now the stars are fading
all of the sudden
i am only looking
in this note saying
Goodbye

Hollow by bAby rAych

I am empty, I am hollow
That when you yell at me
You might hear an echo
As the waves of your voice
Bounce in this hollow body of mine



I have no soul
Long have I sold it to the devil
And for what
For someone like you
To love me back



I have no heart
And you should not even wonder why
You ripped it out
When you took my breathe away
You crushed it

Right in front of my very eyes
And I listened to you as you laughed mercilessly
As you see blood drip
Emptying each chamber of my heart
For I am nothing to you
Not even close
To someone you can call worthy



Hollow
I have nothing left in me
I could not call myself human
My soul
My heart
they are all with you now
And they don’t even mean anything

Cut by bAby rAych

i cut myself
just right there
on my wrist
where I felt
my pulse


stupid heart
why are you still beating
stop
just stop
won’t you



what are you beating for
he’s no longer here
the only reason
that I let you beat
so that I may live



crimson fluid
draining from my vessels
they feel warm
against my skin
my skin turning blue



i feel cold
my hands are clammy
sweat trickling down my face
i am losing sight
all i see is darkness



take me
take me away from here
this pain I can no longer bear
set me free from the grief
help me, help me



i cut myself
just like that
when you left
turned your back
and said goodbye

y0u aNd y0uR LovE by Princess Luna

broken promises and shattered dreams
are all that's left... they're all i see

i'm bound and chained by my anger and fears
the plague that's slowly killing my heart that' s in tears

i can say: no one loves me...
not now... not even before
i keep knocking time and again
but they've all shut their doors

time itself has proven that forever was a lie
what we had was the eclipse that darkened my once bright sky

YOU BROKE MY HEART...
YOU CORRUPTED MY MIND...
YOU SHATTERED MY DREAMS...

AND YOUR LOVE WAS A LIE

Sex Without Love By Sharon Olds

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

Death and Rebirth by Chi

it was not the sun
that died that morning
but us finding darkness
more comfortable.
we dropped our tools,
dropped to our knees
and crawled back to
the womb of memory
and there we dreamt
of better mornings, warmer sunshine.
But how could we know
while we floated in the belly
of silence and cold?

limbo is the worst place.

in another world,
we were ready to die again
suffocated in this sac of stagnancy--
but a push and a heave,
a breathe of protest
against the bred silence,
and we pass through another birthing.
this one slower and more painful
until we see
the light
again
and burst out laughing.

Light and Shade by Irene Chicqui

Your warmth,

Send pulses humming;

Hastens the flight of decaying memories,

Of a white rose left to wither;

Of an old flame smothered,

mingle with the passing wind

Gathering dust at the corners of a locked away corridor,

Meant to be forgotten;

Now forgotten.



How can I not?

You’re always there,

With bright lips and quiet eyes

That send red flags

To unconsenting cheeks;

Removing knives,

Cleaning stitches,

Already healed.



Your hand next to mine,

I can not breathe without;

Waiting to touch,

But not touching,

Cradles my soul,

Crushes my heart.



But why such hesitation?

mine of exhaustion,

Yours I know not,

We are free.

let definitions be for dictionaries.



Together we dance solo,

Separate steps to the same tune,

Content with the silence

Of hushed pounding pulses,

Beating each other’s names

Nailed burning within guarded chests

To an indulgent stillness.



Such sweet torment

We hum the same melody

But sing a different song

We stand together

Yet apart.

Veritas by Windel Zamora Canbando

Life is but a fancy poetry;
Truths are hidden in genuine irony.
Behold it's true,so hard to famthom,
As a child with wondered eyes over the fallen leaves of Autumn.

So many faces along the way,
Yet what's inside is kindling enmity.
And there are few who used to smile,
In midst of their wounded knees to vanish the pain a while...

And why this sole man in the empty street so gay?
Who can hardly eat his meals a day...
But here is a man who owns gold and silver,
Yet still finds himself nil and meager!

Quid veritas est?
So hard to answer...
But please remember...
"Magna est veritas et praevalebit!"

Sunday, August 26, 2007

"Biyahe Tayo" Various OPM Artist



Sa Aking mga Kabata ni Jose Rizal

Kapagka ang baya’y sadyang umiibig
Sa langit salitang kaloob ng langit
Sanlang kalayaan nasa ring masapi
Katulad ng ibong nasa himpapawid

Pagka’t ang salita’y isang kahatulan
Sa bayan, sa nayo't mga kaharian
At ang isang tao’y katulad, kabagay
Ng alin mang likha noong kalayaan.

Ang hindi magmahal sa kanyang salita
Mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda
Kaya ang marapat pagyamanin kusa
Na tulad sa inang tunay na nagpala

Ang wikang Tagalog tulad din sa Latin,
Sa Ingles, Kastila, at salitang anghel,
Sapagkat ang Poong maalam tumingin
Ang siyang naggagawad, nagbibigay sa atin.

Ang salita nati’y tulad din sa iba
Na may alfabeto at sariling letra,
Na kaya nawala’y dinatnan ng sigwa
Ang lunday sa lawa noong dakong una.

Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Semantics by John E. Donovan

Call a woman a kitten, but never a cat;
You can call her amouse, cannot calle her a rat;
Call a woman a chiken, but never a hen;
Or you surely willnot be her caller again.

You can call her a duck, cannot call her a goose;
You can call her a deer, but never a moose;
you can call her a lamb, but never a sheep;
Economic she lives, but you can't call her a cheap.

You can say she's a vision, can't say she's a sight;
A no woman's skinny, she's slender and slight.
If she should burn you up, say she sets you afire,
And you'll always be welcome, you trickly old liar.

Political Greatness by Percy Bysshe Shelly

1.Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
2.Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,
3.Shepherd those herds whom Tyranny makes tame;
4.Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts;
5.History is but the shadow of their shame;
6.Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts,
7.As to Oblivion their millions fleet
8.Staining that Heaven with obscene imagery
9.Of their own likeness. What are numbers knit
10.By force or custom? Man, who man would be,
11.Must rule the empire of himself; in it
12.Must be supreme, establishing his throne
13.On vanquish'd will, quelling the anarchy
14.Of hopes and fears, --- being himself alone.

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

1.Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
2.Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
3.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
4.And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
6.And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
7.And every fair from fair sometime declines,
8.By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
9.But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10.Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
11.Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
12.When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
13.So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
14.So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

I Heard An Angel by William Blake

I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."

Thus he sung all day
Over the new mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks looked brown.

I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze,
"Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,

And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we."
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.

Down pour'd the heavy rain
Over the new reap'd grain ...
And Miseries' increase
Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.

How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

To the lake by Edgar Allan Poe

In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then - ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -
Nor Love - although the love were thine

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Pinakahalaba ngunian an Banggi by Vinci Bueza

May mga tinatago an diklom na dai na dapat aramon.
may mga aram ining midbidkan mga lambana dwende asin
kapre pero sarong misteryo sa sato.
ini na kaya an kasimbagan sa gabos tang mga kahaputan?
ini na kaya an nagsusup-ay na simbag na mahip-no sa satong pagkatawo?
Sa bangging ini, sa bangging kampyon an kadikloman, makua akonin
sagradong kalayona malinig sa sakongkalag,dalipay
na sakong tutungtungan,tubig na mapalibot,paros na ma-giya,
asin aapudan ko an sakong mga ninuno asin katambay.
Sa sarong moog na minuknakan diklomkahoyasin gapo,
ako maluhod,asin mahabi nin mga pangiturugan

HAIKU MARSHLANDS by Vinci Bueza

1 the rain falls sadly
as i wait for the last bus.
i cried rain that night

2 kahlil gibran wrote.
i laughed my heart
with the rainthe rain is kahlil

3 aspirin kisses
cigarette-angels teases;
friday night's home-jail.

4 my dog has gone mad:
she made friends with our orchid.
i said: Hi, TV!

5 a haiku i made;
pen and paper in coitus -
welcome my vampires!

6 the athame drawn
invoking the power sprites.
ancient water-I.

7 philosophical.
queery anatomical.
platonic my arse.

8 vanity fairy
with your fair and golden locks.
lend me your mirror.

9 a wound and a stitich
in my heart with your picture;
a lonely teardrop.

10 rain falling angry
on nanay's bold mango leaves
scraping green paint,

11 i planted a poem
on a saint's lonely ashes.
lo, M & M's fruits!

12 checkered silver dusts,
ribboned tissues on canvass.
picasso alive.

13 the divorce of ice
and water is in headlines;
a third party tear.

14 bandanaed tadpoles
homosexual coconuts.
god is creative!

When only a half-inch glass separates by Vinci Bueza

cool, sanitized air
in an otherworldly box
reeking with belches and half-digested fries.
in an unseen magic-gad
getbritney spears spews:
polluted poetry

outside:a homeless child
begs for bones,
an hour earlier had been
the happy meal of a lucky child.

he knocks at the glass.
the couple inside feigned dumb.
or is it their hearts that're numb?

meanwhile:
a fly zooms in -and munched at the unsuspecting
couple's melting ice cream.
if only the child was a fly.
or better;
if only there is no glass that separates,worlds,and hearts.

Writing new lines from old sorrows by Vinci Bueza

Ibelieve that old wounds never heal completely.
they may be covered by new skins but they fester inside that body
which seems incapable of forgetting sorrows, and they leave scars in that part of the soul between consciousness and recollectionsthere -you are most vivid.
I see you in thatcolorless haze,right off Boticelli's.
I can see clearly the light of the moonmirrored by youreyeson multi-colored ice;hazelnut and mocha,espresso with a bit of cocoa,
a little tinge of cappucinowith a dash of macchiato.yellow curryspicy turmeric.
ah, your eyes are as addictiveas caffeineas dangerous as inviting as cigar.
sometimes,you are there,betweenasleep and awake;
i can smell you faintlyunderneath my pillows -or is it dried tears?
old sorrows never heal completely.
they are betweenhere and there,being and non-being.
they are ghoststhat haunt the silent, emptyspaces of our hearts.

You, Beggar by Ana Angeles

Stop chasing fantasies of someone else's reality.
Don't eat crumbs from someone else's bread..
Or better yet, don't eat crumbs at all.
Don't kiss someone's ass
Not unless if it is yours alone.
Quit licking the drops on the floor
from another kid's ice cream.
Don't you wish that once in your life,
You had it all to yourself?

Of Memories, Stains and Kisses by Ana Angeles

Memories on the sand are washed away by the tide.
The stains left as one kisses the glass are wiped off
As someone else's lips touched it.
But how can tears wash away memories left in the heart?
And how can someone else's lips wipe away
The essence of a great love's kiss?

What is Love? by Argel Sanga

1.Love is a hymn, sing it.
2.Love is worship, praise it.
3.Love is a disciple, follow it.
4.Love is faith, trust it.
5.Love is struggle, fight it.
6.Love is game, play it.
7.Life is journey,travel it.
8.Love is a challenge, face it.
9.Love is perfect, combine it.
10.Love is text, reply it.
11.Love is secret, keep it.
12.Love is dream, enjoy it.
13.Love is crush, admire it.
14.Love is God’s gift, cherish it.

Love is Soul by Argel Sanga

Do you believe that loves never last?
A resurrection as unusual happens to us
The spiritual part of a person that does not die
For eternal spirit as love that ever last.
Love is soul a part of our life
A mercy for rules that never lies
To love is to be honor as respect to god.
Though you remember love before you say goodbye

Friday, August 24, 2007

Robert Browning


Robert Browning was born on May 7, 1812, in Camberwell, England. His mother was an accomplished pianist and a devout evangelical Christian. His father, who worked as a bank clerk, was also an artist, scholar, antiquarian, and collector of books and pictures. His rare book collection of more than 6,000 volumes included works in Greek, Hebrew, Latin, French, Italian, and Spanish. Much of Browning's education came from his well-read father. It is believed that he was already proficient at reading and writing by the age of five. A bright and anxious student, Browning learned Latin, Greek, and French by the time he was fourteen. From fourteen to sixteen he was educated at home, attended to by various tutors in music, drawing, dancing, and horsemanship. At the age of twelve he wrote a volume of Byronic verse entitled Incondita, which his parents attempted, unsuccessfully, to have published. In 1825, a cousin gave Browning a collection of Shelley's poetry; Browning was so taken with the book that he asked for the rest of Shelley's works for his thirteenth birthday, and declared himself a vegetarian and an atheist in emulation of the poet. Despite this early passion, he apparently wrote no poems between the ages of thirteen and twenty. In 1828, Browning enrolled at the University of London, but he soon left, anxious to read and learn at his own pace. The random nature of his education later surfaced in his writing, leading to criticism of his poems' obscurities.
In 1833, Browning anonymously published his first major published work, Pauline, and in 1840 he published Sordello, which was widely regarded as a failure. He also tried his hand at drama, but his plays, including Strafford, which ran for five nights in 1837, and the Bells and Pomegranates series, were for the most part unsuccessful. Nevertheless, the techniques he developed through his dramatic monologues—especially his use of diction, rhythm, and symbol—are regarded as his most important contribution to poetry, influencing such major poets of the twentieth century as
Ezra Pound, T. S. Eliot, and Robert Frost.
After reading
Elizabeth Barrett's Poems (1844) and corresponding with her for a few months, Browning met her in 1845. They were married in 1846, against the wishes of Barrett's father. The couple moved to Pisa and then Florence, where they continued to write. They had a son, Robert "Pen" Browning, in 1849, the same year his Collected Poems was published. Elizabeth inspired Robert's collection of poems Men and Women (1855), which he dedicated to her. Now regarded as one of Browning's best works, the book was received with little notice at the time; its author was then primarily known as Elizabeth Barrett's husband.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning died in 1861, and Robert and Pen Browning soon moved to London. Browning went on to publish Dramatis Personae (1863), and The Ring and the Book (1868). The latter, based on a seventeenth-century Italian murder trial, received wide critical acclaim, finally earning a twilight of reknown and respect in Browning's career. The Browning Society was founded while he still lived, in 1881, and he was awarded honorary degrees by Oxford University in 1882 and the University of Edinburgh in 1884. Robert Browning died on the same day that his final volume of verse, Asolando, was published, in 1889.

Poetry
Asolando: Fancies and Facts (1889)Christmas-Eve and Easter-Day (1850)Complete Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning (1895)Dramatic Idyls (1879)Dramatic Idyls: Second Series (1880)Ferishtah's Fancies (1884)Jocoseria (1883)La Saisiaz, and The Two Poets of Croisicv (1878)Men and Women (1855)New Poems by Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1914)Pacchiarotto and How He Worked in Distemper, with Other Poems (1876)Paracelsus (1835)Parleyings with Certain People of Importance in Their Day (1887)Pauline: A Fragment of a Confession (1833)Red Cotton Night-Cap Country; or, Turf and Towers (1873)Robert Browning: The Poems (1981)Robert Browning: The Ring and the Book (1971)Sordell (1840)The Brownings to the Tennysons (1971)The Complete Works of Robert Browning (1898)The Inn Album (1875)The Poetical Works of Robert Browning (1868)The Ring and the Book (1868)The Works of Robert Browning (1912)Two Poems (1854)

Prose
Browning to His American Friends (1965)Dearest Isa: Browning's Letters to Isa Blagden (1951)Learned Lady: Letters from Robert Browning to Mrs. Thomas FitzGerald 1876-1889 (1966)Letters of Robert Browning Collected by Thomas J. Wise (1933)New Letters of Robert Browning (1950)Robert Browning and Julia Wedgwood: A Broken Friendship as Revealed in Their Letters (1937)The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett, 1845-1846 (1969)Thomas Jones, The Divine Order: Sermons (1884)

Anthology
The Agamemnon of Aeschylus (1877)

Drama
Aristophanes' Apology (1875)Balaustion's Adventure, Including a Transcript from Euripides (1871)Bells and Pomegranates, No. IV - The Return of the Druses: A Tragedy in Five Acts (1943)Bells and Pomegranates. No. I - Pippa Passes (1841)Bells and Pomegranates. No. II - King Victor and King Charles (1842)Bells and Pomegranates. No. III - Dramatic Lyrics (1842)Bells and Pomegranates. No. V - A Blot in the 'Scutcheon: A Tragedy in Five Acts (1843)Bells and Pomegranates. No. V - Colombe's Birthday: A Play in Five Acts (1844)Bells and Pomegranates. No. VII - Dramatic Romances & Lyrics (1845)Bells and Pomegranates. No. VIII - and Last, Luria; and A Soul's Tragedy (1846)Dramatis Personae (1864)Fifine at the Fair (1872)Poems: A New Edition (1849)Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society (1871)Strafford: An Historical Tragedy (1837)

William Shakespeare


William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564, in Stratford-on-Avon. The son of John Shakespeare and Mary Arden, he was probably educated at the King Edward IV Grammar School in Stratford, where he learned Latin and a little Greek and read the Roman dramatists. At eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway, a woman seven or eight years his senior. Together they raised two daughters: Susanna, who was born in 1583, and Judith (whose twin brother died in boyhood), born in 1585.
Little is known about Shakespeare's activities between 1585 and 1592. Robert Greene's A Groatsworth of Wit alludes to him as an actor and playwright. Shakespeare may have taught at school during this period, but it seems more probable that shortly after 1585 he went to London to begin his apprenticeship as an actor. Due to the plague, the London theaters were often closed between June 1592 and April 1594. During that period, Shakespeare probably had some income from his patron, Henry Wriothesley, earl of Southampton, to whom he dedicated his first two poems, Venus and Adonis (1593) and The Rape of Lucrece (1594). The fomer was a long narrative poem depicting the rejection of Venus by Adonis, his death, and the consequent disappearance of beauty from the world. Despite conservative objections to the poem's glorification of sensuality, it was immensely popular and was reprinted six times during the nine years following its publication.
In 1594, Shakespeare joined the Lord Chamberlain's company of actors, the most popular of the companies acting at Court. In 1599 Shakespeare joined a group of Chamberlain's Men that would form a syndicate to build and operate a new playhouse: the Globe, which became the most famous theater of its time. With his share of the income from the Globe, Shakespeare was able to purchase New Place, his home in Stratford.
While Shakespeare was regarded as the foremost dramatist of his time, evidence indicates that both he and his world looked to poetry, not playwriting, for enduring fame. Shakespeare's sonnets were composed between 1593 and 1601, though not published until 1609. That edition, The Sonnets of Shakespeare, consists of 154 sonnets, all written in the form of three quatrains and a couplet that is now recognized as Shakespearean. The sonnets fall into two groups: sonnets 1-126, addressed to a beloved friend, a handsome and noble young man, and sonnets 127-152, to a malignant but fascinating "Dark Lady," whom the poet loves in spite of himself. Nearly all of Shakespeare's sonnets examine the inevitable decay of time, and the immortalization of beauty and love in poetry.
In his poems and plays, Shakespeare invented thousands of words, often combining or contorting Latin, French and native roots. His impressive expansion of the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, includes such words as: arch-villain, birthplace, bloodsucking, courtship, dewdrop, downstairs, fanged, heartsore, hunchbacked, leapfrog, misquote, pageantry, radiance, schoolboy, stillborn, watchdog, and zany.
Shakespeare wrote more than 30 plays. These are usually divided into four categories: histories, comedies, tragedies, and romances. His earliest plays were primarily comedies and histories such as Henry VI and The Comedy of Errors, but in 1596, Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet, his second tragedy, and over the next dozen years he would return to the form, writing the plays for which he is now best known: Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth, and Antony and Cleopatra. In his final years, Shakespeare turned to the romantic with Cymbeline, A Winter's Tale, and The Tempest.
Only eighteen of Shakespeare's plays were published separately in quarto editions during his lifetime; a complete collection of his works did not appear until the publication of the First Folio in 1623, several years after his death. Nonetheless, his contemporaries recognized Shakespeare's achievements. Francis Meres cited "honey-tongued" Shakespeare for his plays and poems in 1598, and the Chamberlain's Men rose to become the leading dramatic company in London, installed as members of the royal household in 1603.
Sometime after 1612, Shakespeare retired from the stage and returned to his home in Stratford. He drew up his will in January of 1616, which included his famous bequest to his wife of his "second best bed." He died on April 23, 1616, and was buried two days later at Stratford Church.

Poetry
The Rape of Lucrece (1594)The Sonnets of Shakespeare (1609)Venus and Adonis (1593)

Drama
A Midsummer Night's Dream (1595)All's Well that Ends Well (1602)Antony and Cleopatra (1607)As You Like It (1599)Coriolanus (1608)Cymbeline (1609)Hamlet (1600)Henry IV (1597)Henry V (1598)Henry VI (Parts I, II, and III) (1590)Henry VIII (1612)Julius Caesar (1599)King John (1596)King Lear (1605)Love's Labour's Lost (1593)Macbeth (1606)Measure for Measure (1604)Much Ado About Nothing (1598)Othello (1604)Pericles (1608)Richard II (1595)Richard III (1594)Romeo and Juliet (1596)The Comedy of Errors (1590)The Merchant of Venice (1596)The Merry Wives of Windsor (1597)The Taming of the Shrew (1593)The Tempest (1611)The Winter's Tale (1610)Timon of Athens (1607)Titus Andronicus (1590)Troilus and Cressida (1600)Twelfth Night (1599)Two Gentlemen of Verona (1592)

Ezra Pound


Ezra Pound is generally considered the poet most responsible for defining and promoting a modernist aesthetic in poetry. In the early teens of the twentieth century, he opened a seminal exchange of work and ideas between British and American writers, and was famous for the generosity with which he advanced the work of such major contemporaries as W. B. Yeats, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, H. D., James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, and especially T. S. Eliot. His own significant contributions to poetry begin with his promulgation of Imagism, a movement in poetry which derived its technique from classical Chinese and Japanese poetry--stressing clarity, precision, and economy of language, and foregoing traditional rhyme and meter in order to, in Pound's words, "compose in the sequence of the musical phrase, not in the sequence of the metronome." His later work, for nearly fifty years, focused on the encyclopedic epic poem he entitled The Cantos.
Ezra Pound was born in Hailey, Idaho, in 1885. He completed two years of college at the University of Pennsylvania and earned a degree from Hamilton College in 1905. After teaching at Wabash College for two years, he travelled abroad to Spain, Italy and London, where, as the literary executor of the scholar Ernest Fenellosa, he became interested in Japanese and Chinese poetry. He married Dorothy Shakespear in 1914 and became London editor of the Little Review in 1917. In 1924, he moved to Italy; during this period of voluntary exile, Pound became involved in Fascist politics, and did not return to the United States until 1945, when he was arrested on charges of treason for broadcasting Fascist propaganda by radio to the United States during the Second World War. In 1946, he was acquitted, but declared mentally ill and committed to St. Elizabeths Hospital in Washington, D.C. During his confinement, the jury of the Bollingen-Library of Congress Award (which included a number of the most eminent writers of the time) decided to overlook Pound's political career in the interest of recognizing his poetic achievements, and awarded him the prize for the Pisan Cantos (1948). After continuous appeals from writers won his release from the hospital in 1958, Pound returned to Italy and settled in Venice, where he died, a semi-recluse, in 1972.

Poetry
A Draft of Cantos XXXI-XLI (1934)A Draft of XXX Cantos (1930)A Lume Spento (1908)Cantos I-XVI (1925)Cantos LII-LXXI (1940)Cantos XVII-XXVII (1928)Canzoni (1911)Exultations (1909)Homage to Sextus Propertius (1934)Lustra and Other Poems (1917)Patria Mia (1950)Personae (1909)Provenca (1910)Quia Pauper Amavi (1919)The Cantos (1972)The Fifth Decade of Cantos (1937)The Pisan Cantos (1948)Umbra: Collected Poems (1920)

Prose
ABC of Economics (1933)Antheil and the Treatise on Harmony (1924)Digest of the Analects (1937)Gaudier Brzeska (1916)Guide to Kulchur (1938)How To Read (1931)Imaginary Letters (1930)Indiscretions (1923)Instigations (1920)Jefferson and/or Mussolini (1935)Literary Essays (1954)Make It New (1934)Pavannes and Divisions (1918)Polite Essays (1936)Prolegomena: Volume I (1932)Selected Prose: 1909-1965 (1973)Social Credit and Impact (1935)The ABC of Reading (1934)The Spirit of Romance (1953)What is Money For? (1939)

Anthology
Cathay (1915)The Classic Anthology Defined (1954)The Great Digest, and the Unwobbling Point (1951)The Translations of Ezra Pound (1953)