Dis 2, 2014
Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité
Crusade, conference, corruption. “The role,” as Nin had been recalled, with finality, this morning, “is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.” An absentee among the four speakers. To be, and to be two days of Mabini overhead, Sy underfoot, flakes of rust and the enamel triskele under underfoot. Crisp and folded, this non-letter nudged into view. A wife sick and in need of tending, hear ye. She sells “seizures by the seashore,” but among Our Patrons/Partners—the one projected onscreen yet not handed out in print—we have, Mr. Cesar Virata/RCBC. These three strong dancers, could they possibly build together, each lighter than a robust beard? Room saturated by this humility held in, in giggles?