Nob 10, 2008

Awit ng Talim

This poem was written as apart of an interstitial project between prose and poetry. It's the type of thing attempted by every cross-genre writer since Poe. Not a lot of them succeed, and those who pull it off (or, let's just say they get results acceptable on some level; for example, read Oz, Joaquin, Joyce) come up with ambiguous results. In this, my shadowed case, I ended up shedding the prose. No regrets. XOXO

Tore : Bangin :: Bahaghari

This poem takes off from the installation art of Irma Lacorte. It was later stitched in to become a part of her work.