Monday, December 12, 2022

Stillborn Selves

 Within this puny flesh, there live sentient pieces of aborted selves that are at constant conflagration with one another aspiring to steal the limelight of consciousness: a poet, a mechanic, a philosopher, a sociologist, a psychologist, a cultural critic, an artist, a chef, a writer, a filmmaker, a film critic, a cinematographer, a philologist, a linguist, a historian, and an orator, densely condensed into an unwitting flesh and of frail spirit...

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Notes of Soliloquy

      I cannot remember the last time I wrote to you, it must've been ages since our last correspondence. Forgive me for having done so, believe me when I say that it has always been a great priority of mine to write at the earliest convenience, but still, I chose to refrain from writing anything that has nothing of substance and form for I know better than be a nuisance on your part.     Once, I tried to write...

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

Masterstroke

 Casually languishing about this limbo of which I am the sole master and maker; treading lightly and carefully so as to not singe my soul from the fires of my undoing. For what it's worth, a masterstroke is not born from the comforts of heaven but from the gates of he...

Sunday, November 6, 2022

VII

 Might I say that I do find you too lovely a woman to have walked upon this land of trolls and thieves?Dare I cross paths with you when I have only defiled the cavities of this land?Should these scheming lips brim of candor?Should these eyes be all over you?Or should I simply resign quietly into the night?Alas! Not even the redeeming touch of your hand could ever wash the soot in my arms! Woe is me, I lay in agony!But lend me an ear, and I shall...

Friday, September 9, 2022

"Where are the apologists?"

       At the very onset of the election period, everyone fancied themselves to be a political analyst par excellence: somewhat along the lines of a seasoned thinker whose range spans the spectrum of nuanced political philosophy. They were more than willing to die and barter their soul to the devil such that all their moral integrity would blur and fluctuate periodically for the sake of their chosen political candidate, who,...

Thursday, September 8, 2022

Glare

Dark were the shades of your eyes that would leave my spirit in a perpetual quandary as I strive to find an exit from its damning allure.Pale was the color of your skin, as radiant, and as white as the harrowing snow of an intense blizzard ravaging these long winter nights.Silk was the composite of your hair, inextricably fine under the tint of the sun, refined and complemented by your all too lucent visage, juxtaposed by your fancy for manly garb...

Sunday, September 4, 2022

Apotheosis Of Despair

    We who lie awake until the early hours of dawn, dead, and at once wary of the morrow, lethargic from the gushing forth of incessant and despotic thoughts abuzz our sensitive ears, yearning to resign freely as one would to a lost cause; where do we run when these infernal nightmares run abound within our heads --- ticking, turning, writhing in agony as we turn our backs to sleep?     Oh, what foolish incantations...

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Disquietude of Love: The Beauty of Punch-Drunk Love

     Punch-Drunk Love (2002) is thus far the underrated gem of Paul Thomas Anderson's entire filmography. It is an ode to the anxiety-inducing feeling of being under the grips of romantic love, as well as a phenomenological deconstruction of emotional vulnerability as a core strength in an altogether foreign territory known simply as love.         The masterful crafting of cinematography, soundscape,...

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Blog # 27: Futility

         Days keep on flowing like an endless stream. Every day seems like yesterday. I cannot delineate what I feel anymore: my sensibilities are dull and numb as days go by without my having falling ill. You are perhaps the only recourse that keeps me sane from these lonely nights and the only music that resonates against the backdrop of the night sky.       Where are am I going from here?...

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Blog # 26: A place in your world

     You know, I would love to be a part of your coveted world of which you are the sole proprietor and magistrate; a kingdom that yields to no one but at peace with everyone. For a long while, many have sought to conquer this land of yours, but none had succeeded. But as opposed to them, I've no intention of laying siege to your kingdom; I came here in peace to earn a place in your heart with nothing but with these bare hands.I...

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Blog # 25: Sanctuary

         May every flower I bestow upon thee be no less than ethereal as the celestial ashes that aimlessly wanders the heavens above, and with every cosmic beat, I listen intently and earnestly to hear the rhythm of your soul intertwined with mine.        May this be our sanctum, my beloved, our sacred covenant: a place to assuage your every crippling fear with my incompetent prose...

Monday, January 24, 2022

Blog # 24: The Heights of Despair

     Bleak. A concise summation of my concurrent sentiments. Life appears to be a bitter pint of spirit that no amount of satiety would ever console a dreary soul. Days on end, I find no reasonable clause for which to hinge our existence within this Spatio-temporal realm of senseless strife coupled with unflagging hopes for tomorrow to be more promising than yesterday. And for what? To what end shall this nightmare be on repeat? Every...

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Blog # 23: Our Land

      Was I too wrong when I plucked those flowers prematurely from their unfettered roots? Perhaps quite so. But it wasn't out of sheer malice, rather it was out of heartfelt admiration that I found befitting as a gift to a woman of your caliber --- a reputable and gracious damsel quite versed in despair.    Regardless, maybe these days I won't have to irresponsibly yank one out here and there to profess...

Blog # 22: Of Sense and Sensibility

      Between the two of us, you're the one most likely to endure a series of slights than raise your eyebrow over indignation, lest you risk losing your peers' favor. You do know that you can't win them all, right? And surely you don't expect them to comprehend your anger when you have tacitly agreed to do their bidding without having first expressed your sentiments on the matter, right? You claim your freedom as readily as...

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Blog # 21: Preachers

    Have you any idea of the dogma that spews out of your mind? When one presents oneself as an apostate of absolute moral truths, I find it unfortunate that he has had not an inkling of doubt as to whether or not his zealousness is founded upon a sturdy proposition. You see, when we speak of "truth" (i.e., objective truth) we must first probe the narrow confines of our concurrent knowledge of things and the social construct at large...

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Blog # 20: Puzzles and Pieces

     I liken you to a difficult puzzle to piece, though the instructions lay bare on your cheeks --- I remain dumbfounded as to why the way you chose to be what you are. Baffled though I was, I remain subjugated by an unforeseeable impetus that leads me right back to you. Perhaps, it is my vocation to devote entirely my life for you: it is, I think, quite intrapsychic in nature that has yet to find its resolution in you, that only...

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

BLOG #19: Questions of Being

      At times, I feel as though I have not existed prior to this immediate moment. Often enough, when my despair reaches its paroxysm, I dissimulate myself from the  person I was yesterday or yesteryear that everyone thought I was --- or at least I thought I am. My past is seamlessly skidding down into a dreamlike state of reverent musings, where there is no particular order binding it to my ego, that is, the I. It's...

Sunday, January 9, 2022

BLOG # 18: Longing for you

     Why is it that my heart longs only for your soul? Tis' as if my hands were made to caress the lines on your cheeks and hold you tightly as we stride gleefully into the sunkissed beach. I'll remind you of the bliss I felt staring at those codeine eyes: a warm embrace that felt like home --- never lonely and alone.       I find it unbearable that your presence takes manifest in the night, while I lie awake...