Sefirot III

ix. Palad ang kanyang instrumento sa pagdinig ng puso.

iii. Ginamit ni YHWH ang 22 titik upang buuin ang mga nilalang sa 3 antas ng uniberso - ang daigdig, panahon, at katawan ng tao.

vi. Ayon sa liksyon ng mga mata, ang unang 2 entrada sa taong target, mahalaga para sa mga asesino ang pagmanipula sa mga senyas.

viii. Pesos fuertes, o malakas na piso, ang pangalan ng unang salaping inilimbag ng El Banco Espanol Filipino de Isabel II noong May 1, 1852.

v. Ipinagmisa rin ng mga deboto ang 2 namatay sa pag-abante ng Itim na Nazareno.

vii. Bago ipinamalita ng kumpanya ng kape ang antioxidants bilang bentahe ng produkto, inilahok muna nito sa label ang paalala na "nakadaragdag ang kape sa pang-araw-araw na konsumo ng tubig."

ii. Kinakain na ng munting pating ang kanyang kapatid sa loob ng sinapupunan.

iv. Partie honteuse

i. Tinaguriang penoscrotal transposition ang kondisyon ng sanggol na nasa ibabaw ng titi ang bayag.

On Irma Lacorte's "Rigodon"

This exhibit of pencil drawings opens at 6pm on January 17, 2008 at Art Informal, 277 Connecticut St., Greenhills, San Juan.

i

combinatoria

The series is an invitation to storytelling. All by itself one image – a spoon or an ampersand, for instance – strikes as insight. Taken together, the nine frames form a puzzle. But it is a plural puzzle, informed by all the permutations of arrangement and movement within the eye: moving in line as a row or column, or in the zigzags of pairs, or in circles along the manifold possibilities of jumbling the tiles.

Pieced together every which way, the nine images generate stories. The frames extend the dance between artist and medium to involve the whimsy and memory of the artviewer, the artseeker. In the end – or insofar as such a project allows finality – the viewer becomes co-maker.

 

ii

hydra

The heart as a vessel contains dream, object, sign. Live with the ligaments of memory, the series traces the contours of a moment, the texture of fleeting experience.

The images flash in mid-throb. But one image does recur, the headless runner. Rid of much vertical baggage – vanity among them, we may conjecture – she leaps every which way, freed from direction or the need for intent. Concern being the least of her concerns, we find, in the wake of her sprints, our own narratives told and retold, passed on, and thrown away. Lost. Yet always running: our stories, in all ways, regenerating.

iii

wika

Speech, in the form of questions, springs from this decapitation. Which story is expendable? Which reading is least valid? Which emotion is of the least significance? Whose life is least worth living? This device of the nine frames takes in all perspectives. Yet, with grace, it refrains from boxing them in. Instead, with contagious exuberance, the frames multiply and deepen human experience in a single visual gesture.

In a primal way, the series offers us idiom. Arbitrary and framed, it carves a language off our lives. The series is a myriad face. Each cardioglyph is a mouth.

Sefirot II

iii. Bawal ang mga Overseas Filipino Workers sa 4 na bansa.

ix. Walang mga kneecap ang sanggol & nagkakaroon lamang ng ganitong bayugo ang tao sa pagitan ng 2 hanggang 6 na taong gulang.

ii. Bien je mourrais, plus que vivante, heurese.

vi. Ayon sa mga asesino, may 9 na tarangkahan ang sinumang target na maaari nilang pasukin upang linlangin, manduhan, o patayin ito: ang 7 butas ng mukha, ang ari, & ang puwet.

viii. Ang pagiging ama ni Patrick Garcia.

vi. Kabilang sa 32 lihim na landas ang 10 numero o Sefirot & sa pamamagitan ng mga ito nilalang ng Diyos ang mga abstraktong bagay.

ii. P41.02 : $

v. Sapagkat malamlam ang Christmas lights, hindi muna niya ibinaba ang mga ito mula sa pader.

vii. Ika-16 na sunog ng 2008 ang naganap sa Galleria Baclaran Shopping Mall.

Sefirot I

vi - Niyanig ang Laguna & Bicol ng lindol na na nasa ika-5 antas ang lakas.

ix - Kaugalian na ang pagsalubong ng 12 uri ng bilugang prutas sa bagong taon, hal: lanzones, tsesas, melong tagalog, tsiko, kalamansi, dalandan, ubas, mansanas, pakwan, peras, naranha, at melong kastila.

ii - Salvandorum paucitas, damnandorum multitudo

viii - Ang pagpaslang kay Bhutto.

v - Ayon kay Bruce Lee, hindi siya natatakot sa taong 1 beses nag-ensayo ng 10,000 uri ng sipa pero natatakot siya sa taong 10,000 nag-ensayo ng 1 uri ng sipa.

iii - Nasa kanyang tinig ang antok.

iv - Ayon sa Sefer Yezirah ng ika-6 na dantaon, binuo ng YHWH ang daigdig sa pamamagitan ng 32 landas tungo sa karunungan.

i - Mas malaki ang mata ng ostrich kesa utak nito.

vii - P982 kada kilo ang hamon.

A Likely Story

A former friend had this air about him. As if he invented atheism. I would have told him about a couple of atheists I knew who had much fuller voices, but back then I didn't want him to feel doggone down. See, whenever he's doggone down, he realizes that he's not the center of the world and begins to ask endlessly about my opinion, even take them to task. So, no. He was better off thinking himself the very center. Less irritable that way. You see, there was this one time when he was down, and (as authentic as puppies go) he said, "I'm a rebel. Everybody's supposed to love a rebel, right?"

It was too long ago, so I don't recall if this was a beer-inspired answer: "Don't ask for love, man. It's just not fair." But it was an honest answer, and my occasional honesty ranks number three in my list of why I lose friends. Number four is their silence takes up too much space. Number two is my all-time favorite simile: like I care.

Chalk It Up

My father celebrated his 61st birthday, December 23. I've yet to get him a present. I remember telling him about four years ago that his birthday was earmarked by those pioneers of the calendar, the Mayans. They called their calendar the Tzolkin. It's so accurate as ancient calendars go, and after all these centuries it's still only off by a few odd seconds. According to the Mayans, the world ends with a cataclysm on December 23, 2012. That would be Dad's 65th.

I'm going to buy him a pair of pants and wish him a long life.

Molar revolution

The dentist called the wisdom tooth he extracted "exotic." Made me feel special. Like I'm supposed to do a dirty dance on the chair or something.

That was a month ago. Last week, he got the other wisdom tooth and said nothing.

But he got my cell number from the records. Texted me once just to prove it. I saved his number and wrote it on the cardboard spine of my calendar.

Maybe he's still looking at the tooth, a thing as nonfunctional sitting before his eyes as it was in my mouth, ranked along with Cadmus and the gums. It's probably something in his pocket right now, in its small plastic tube. A tube transparent enough for his eyes whenever he's commuting and in a jam. Or when he's in between patients or reports or chapters of that favorite book of his that bears infinite rereading. Maybe every night he takes a look, after dinner, before he goes to sleep.

So for me, every night it's tossing and turning. Every morning, for six days now, it's my cell phone alarm and zero messages.