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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-06 18:50
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Paulit-ulit man mapagod sa di-katiyakan
sa bahagyang paghihiwalay sa naglalaway na hiyaw.
Sa bawat pag-giling ng hiningang nagkakabuhol-buhol
sa himulmol ng lamparang kumikinang. Kitang-kita
kita kung paano mas makinang ka pa sa gabi,
magtahi-tahi man ang mga hibla ng pag-aatubili
sa paglawig ng lagablab na muling makarmadam
duon sa inangkin nating minuto, segundo ng buntong-
hininga ang sasambit ng parirala sa maligalig na
mga titig. Ang basag na kahinaan sa muling paghiyaw
ng samu’t-saring panaginip magpanggap man hindi malilinlang
gagamitin pa rin ang nalason na damdamin bago
ang naghihingalong pag-iisip dahil sa likod ng
mga pikit mong talukap bulag ka na sa sayaw
ng kariktan.

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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-05 02:14
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comes into the world unwelcome
calling disorder, disorder—

If you hate me so much
don’t bother to give me
a name: do you need
one more slur
in your language, another
way to blame
one tribe for everything—

as we both know,
if you worship
one god, you only need
one enemy—

I’m not the enemy.
Only a ruse to ignore
what you see happening
right here in this bed,
a little paradigm
of failure. One of your precious flowers
dies here almost every day
and you can’t rest until
you attack the cause, meaning
whatever is left, whatever
happens to be sturdier
than your personal passion—

It was not meant
to last forever in the real world.
But why admit that, when you can go on
doing what you always do,
mourning and laying blame,
always the two together.

I don’t need your praise
to survive. I was here first,
before you were here, before
you ever planted a garden.
And I’ll be here when only the sun and moon
are left, and the sea, and the wide field.

I will constitute the field.
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-04 20:22
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Wedding DanceCollapse )
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-03 04:34
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-02 03:54
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-02 00:27
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The Body Artist
an excerpt

You stand at the table shuffling papers and you drop something. Only you don't know it. It takes a second or two before you know it and even then you only know it as a formless distortion of the teeming space around your body. But once you know you've dropped something, you hear it hit the floor, belatedly. The sound makes its way through an immense web of distances. You hear the thing fall and know what it is at the same time, more or less, and its a paperclip. You know this from the sound it makes when it hits the floor and from the retrieved memory of the drop itself, the thing falling from your hand or slipping off from the edge of the page. Now that you know you dropped it, you remember how it happened, or half remember, or sort of see it maybe, or something else. The paperclip hits the floor with an end-to-end bounce, faint and weightless, a sound for which there is no imitative word, the sound of a paper clip falling, but when you bend to pick it up, it isn't there.

From: The Body Artist Chapter 6

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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-11-01 00:15
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To A Friend Going Blind

Today, because I couldn’t find the shortcut through,
I had to walk this town’s entire inner
perimeter to find
where the medieval walls break open
in an eighteenth century
arch. The yellow valley flickered on and off
through cracks and the gaps
for guns. Bruna is teaching me
to cut a pattern.
Saturdays we buy the cloth.
She takes it in her hands
like a good idea, feeling
for texture, grain, the built-in
limits. It’s only as an afterthought she asks
and do you think it’s beautiful?
Her measuring tapes hang down, corn-blond and endless,
from her neck.
When I look at her
I think Rapunzel,
how one could climb that measuring,
that love. But I was saying,
I wandered all along the street that hugs the walls,
a needle floating
on its cloth. Once
I shut my eyes and felt my way
along the stone. Outside
is the cashcrop, sunflowers, as far as one can see. Listen,
the wind rattles in them,
a loose worship
seeking an object,
an interruption. Sara,
the walls are beautiful. They block the view.
And it feels rich to be
inside their grasp.
When Bruna finishes her dress
it is the shape of what has come
to rescue her. She puts it on.
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-10-30 18:45
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Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-10-29 03:15
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( The Uncertainty of Signs )
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Lucresia Liwanag
Date: 2005-10-28 18:49
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