—Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
I wonder if Karen O was looking at an actual map when she wrote her love song, measuring the distance of her lover’s bed to her own, looking at the ocean she needs to cross, or imagining the clouds she’ll disarrange with her plane. I wonder if she stared, transfixed, dreaming of her love.
You know the opposite of Superman?
It’s lessthanaman
He will never be your hero
Because he’ll always be
Less than a man
like a firework
We two are like a firework that fizzled long before it reached the sky.
We did not get the chance to become something beautiful.
I’ll fall asleep with your memory and dream of where you lie
It may be better to move on and to let life just carry on and I may be wrong. Still I’ll try.
Because it’s better to love whether you win or lose or die.
It’s better to love…
February. I opened my planner to February and drew a little red heart beside it. It’s not a perfect shape heart but I drew it with all my heart. I drew it with a foolish grin on my face, just full of anticipation. Because they said February is a love month, the month for big gestures, the month where there should not be any heartaches. And because I’m just like all the other girls. I can’t pretend I don’t care. I can’t lie.
February. I put an X over my little red heart. I crossed it over and over until it’s just a messy red something on the white sheet. It’s my heart no more.
The poet says something like this:
I don’t write for ambition or money, not for fame or the great white way, but for the lovers asleep in their beds, holding each other and the grief of the ages.
—Dylan Thomas ” In my craft or sullen art”
What is poetry? asked Annabelle.
What is poetry? We ask, and the answer is everything and nothing, said the Flower Poet Z.
Here’s my own take,
Poetry is finding something beautiful and funny and sad and true in every line of every sentence of every paragraph
Poetry is underlining almost every page like you never want to forget.
Poetry is rushing to the rooftop every night to gaze at the moon and the stars and the vast dark sky and just being taken away and feeling the same wonder and amazement as if you’re seeing them for the first time…again, and again, and again…
And it’s what Gwyneth’s character utters in ‘Shakespeare in Love’: I shall have poetry in my life…
to fall passionately in love. to have an affair that would change one’s life, one that would inspire one to plumb the depths of the soul. to have emotions so strong no metaphor could contain them…
sigh…
I’m gonna start year 2012 with my first post for my new blog :>
I’ve been meaning to create my own page for what feels like centuries now and for some reason it keeps on getting stalled. I was waiting for myself to transform into this happy, jolly person so I wouldn’t darken my page with all my negativities, but alas, that may never happen. Another reason is that I’m such a computer genius, even with the free layouts :(
OMG, just a few minutes before 01/02/2012! I want this post for 01/01/2012!!! Hi I’m Georgette, and I’m a procrastinator. Among other things.
I had a grand plan, you know. I was planning to post a picture of me taken at exactly 12:00 midnight, new year’s eve, me on my red & white polka dots bandage skirt that I hand sewed with love that was originally a red & white polka dots polo shirt that came in from a balikbayan box from some relatives abroad that was intended for my father and to which he felt so, so insulted, like how dare them expect him to wear that red & white polka dots polo shirt?! Here in the PI?! I told him it’s Perry Ellis, he said will people look at the label first before they start laughing at him? I replied, not really…
Oh my, 2 minutes.
Well the picture did not happen. I was not even able to wear my red & white polka dots bandage skirt.
I need to start my year right. I need to post this one.
Happy New Year!!!
