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Hesitation to use the I may be a tell-tale sign that the I does not know itself fully. Or maybe the I doesn’t know which I, of the many different Is, to use. In any case, there is an I. And there is a You. The You is validated by the I. There couldn’t be a You without the I. But the I also becomes a You through the validation of I through You. And so, the I also exists thanks to You. And so to You who is reading this confused speech of I, THANK YOU. I's existence has become meaningful because of You.
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Created by Eugene Villar.Posts tagged with poetry.
“When we love a wanderer,
We wait for footsteps
That may, or may not, come:
First the hours-the days-
Then-years. Then, never.
Yet always we do know
Whereof we wait:
The creaking gate
The scraping on the steps
And at the door the level gaze;
For these we wait to know
The roving one is home.”
Edith Tiempo, “Between Living” (via proseprunings)(Source: books.google.com.ph, via proseprunings)
John Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale beautifully read by Benedict Cumberbatch.
My heart! Be still my beating heart!
Because hearts day is just around the corner and I have an excuse to be mushy. Hahaha
(Source: blossomed, via anaaakarinaaa)
“If you want to build a ship
don’t herd people together to collect wood
and don’t assign them tasks and work,
but rather teach them to long for the
endless immensity of the sea.”- Antoine de Saint-Exupery
(Source: themiserydictionary, via albdelacruz-deactivated20111214)
MANILA, Philippines - Edith Tiempo, widely acknowledged as the Mother of Philippine Literature, reportedly died on Sunday. She was 92.
She was conferred the National Artist Award for Literature in 1999.
“National Artist for Literature Edith Tiempo passed away at 92,” ABS-CBN Northern Mindanao reporter Rod Bolivar said on microblogging site Twitter on Sunday night.
Together with her husband, Tiempo founded the Silliman National Writers’ Workshop in Dumaguete City.
Some of her works include novels A Blade of Fern, His Native Coast and One, tilting leaves, short story Abide, Joshua and Other Stories, and The Tracks of Babylon and Other Poems, among others.
The world is a lesser place.
“It’s utter sublimation,
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size”—Edith Tiempo, “Bonsai”
(via velvetrobots)
I’m sad. :( And yet, thankful for the legacy that she has left.
