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Urban Decay
in mockery of time, the old pillars sang: how even the pigeons refuse to perch on their arms. how even the sun refuse to linger on their skins. how long is this unseen hall? how deep is this wound? run away! maybe the hammers offer more. maybe city lights will listen, or in darkened alleys Continue reading
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Decisions, Decisions
I want to start by narrating how I came about my paper for Bro. Karl Gaspar – which has everything to do with what I’m intending to write for my thesis. So permit me to say that writing a paper for one of Mindanao’s intellectual giants, in two days, is a feat that must be Continue reading
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Listen children to the story of Maglume, she of the fireflies.
Listen children to the story of Maglume, she of the fireflies. Listen with your heart for this is the story of our tribe. It was a time the oldest storytellers call the age of dreams When neither sadness nor death was part of life And the land was fresh from the dream of Bathala. In Continue reading
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this room, this continent
wearing nothing but your sins and a litany of regrets around your neck, a droning murmur of hearts fills the night – a kiss breaks the silence of skin to skin. in the dense dark of this room, shadows meet shadows: touching flesh, stitching sins, weaving a blanket of guilt. trembling hand touches trembling heart Continue reading
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Habagatan ang Hingang Pinakawalan sa Dilim
habagatan ang hingang pinakawalan sa dilim. manipis at waring ‘di marurok ng sinumang dios o dios-diyosan. walang nakapansin sa ihip na tumagos sa balat, ang lahat ay may kanya-kanyang sinasampalatayaang anito/anino. hindi ninais ng pantas na ang habagata’y pupuno sa kawalan ng dilim – habang bawat hampas ng kanyang kamay ay sumusugat sa Continue reading
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‘Tulala’ in Philosophy and Anthropology
A major symptom of someone who is philosophizing is tulala, at least from my experience back in my AB Philosophy class; a state of deep thought, seemingly staring at emptiness. I can still remember my professor, elucidating on the categories of being or the problem of universals, and me staring blankly at our “Philosopher’s Tree”; Continue reading
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Waters of the T’boli S’bu: A Brief Survey of People, Hydrogeology and Expressions of Indigenous Knowledge
Introduction “There has been a lot said about the sacredness of our land which is our body; and the values of our culture which is our soul; but water is the blood of our tribes, and if its life-giving flow is stopped, or it is polluted, all else will die and the many thousands of Continue reading
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