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Piso pa rin ba?
O mas malamig pa sa piseta?
Ang agahan, pananghalian
at hapunan na pinagkasya
sa isang maliit kakarampot na supot
para ipagpalit sa pangarap
na papsikel, tutunawin lang
nang panandalian, isisikmurang
sa paparating na pantawid sa tag-init.

Pabili po ng ice candy…
Piso pa rin ba?

-Armineonila M., 2017

 

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It’s been a while. But I’d like to share this piece I especially wrote for Pluma’s third year anniversary (September 14). Visit Pluma’s official website and blog for more features.

If only the burning of bridges
remains an idiot’s idiom
and we could still dream of flowerbeds

and never hear gunshots
of freedom from a remote uproar

lay the sword to rest –
what powers does it hold under a child’s gaze?
even time halts for mourning
when the sharp edges of tyranny
dug deep down their tiny bellies

Telling them
Told me

why must we smell the flowers?
read people with dead shot eyes

after a while

the trees shall whisper
some so-called heroes’ anthem
who spoiled the soil that fed them

while our ruins
are traded for inorganic memories

or so history went
and thought free verse rhymes
or weaves a synopsis of the future

but we refuse to breathe
the putrid lies
our masked men feed
a gold miner’s poverty

we tread
alongside fragile footsteps.

-Armineonila M., 2016

Mini musing: The pen is mighty until its ink had dried out.

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I’m sharing here my recent blog entry at Lines of Lila. Nothing much, just something I thought I’d write to critic and contradict myself. And yes, it’s about the self, hence, the title “selfie”. I hope you enjoy reading it.

(An excerpt from A selfie of an artist amid a day job, an e-store, bots, and trolls)

And a blog, too! I cringe at the thought of having to balance between life as I know it and life as I imagined it to be. But there’s barely a thin line between imagination and reality. Oftentimes, you jolt out of your reveries from a dog’s bark to find your actual place in this world. Well, frequently at this time and age, you locate yourself with a little help from Google map.

Selfie with a day job

I am aware that there are artists who keep their “day jobs” as visual artists, which is admirable, hence, as some would say, I’d fall under the category of a Sunday artist. Only problem is, I barely have a concept of days. My week comprised of a Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Yesterday, and Today. While on my “day job”, I’d daydream my way into believing that all the task I do is for the betterhood of art. Henceforth, the betterhood of the whole wide world. I’d weave around this mental cult without disbelief. I’d strive to reach the pinnacle of creativity, as a copywriter a la social media trumpet and a lot more. I’d suck art’s soul to its last breath. But a little empathy would grab me from the neck with a reprimand: “Leave the last breath for tomorrow. The rice is now boiling”.

Balancing the life of an artist and an employee, I’d realize at first that in my case, there’s really not much of a borderline…continue reading.

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It’s not everyday that you stumble upon some nice badges to represent causes you advocate for. But call it luck or resourcefulness (ehem!) or simply the pulse of the current world we live in that these badges land before your blog’s doorsteps as if they’re meant for you.

But, wait! We’re not simply talking about badges here but a complete package for vegans who are up in arms to spread the V word. To add to that, you’ll be basking in yummy vegan recipes that’ll make you go bananas! It also features a whole bunch of friendly vegan faces that’ll complete your vegan digital soul-searching experience.

So? Are you ready to Represent Vegan? Click the badge below to learn how.

Muse in Briefs Representing Vegan

 

 

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Mini Musing: The only way to deal with critics is to pass them a cup of coffee on stealth mode.

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I’ve spent a couple of days redesigning my blog and didn’t follow through in order to file this entry.  I’ve been quailing at Ma’  Rosa for weeks now but missed the chance of watching Jaclyn Jose take home her Best Actress trophy from the 2016 Cannes Film Festival on Youtube. There’s no doubt that Ma’ Rosa’s hard-edged impromptu style social realist narrative could flush out the Philippine k-pop-culture-obsessed mainstream media in a jiffy. Independent filmmakers and thespians alike have been craving for keen attention from local moviegoers for a long time now but to no avail. It’s high time. Directed by Brillante Mendoza and initially released in May, the film premiers in the Philippines on July 6.

 

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And that, comrades, is how THE social media work.

So as I mentioned earlier, I’m going to weigh in on the Harambe tragedy because, like the rest of the internet, I can. But I will not be slinging deadly stuff on the Cincinnati Zoo and its visitors here. They’ve been beaten up by the interwebs over the past weeks already.

I would simply throw in some insights and leave a picture of Harambe here to remind us all what we as humans have diligently evolved into, arms akimbo.

Harambe 2

Harambe, a 440 lb male silverback gorilla, was held captive at the Cincinnati Zoo. Photography by Robert Streithorst.

Lee Hall, author of On their own terms: Animal liberation for the 21st centurywrote: “If we think it appropriate to hold conscious beings in exhibits for ticket holders in the first place, we have already made the assessment that their lives are not as valuable as ours.”

Indeed, one must reflect upon what we have learnt from visiting zoos. Even though, none of these lessons include lifting a finger to assist in habitat conservation for critically-endangered species. But it’s alright to be upset and pour out our contempt over a post or a status update. After all, we have gotten used to expressing all our deep-seated, searchable angst over our newsfeeds, including thoughts that give us nightmares, like whether the dress is blue or gold.

So, now is the time to convert all of these emotions into action, something social media have been urging us to do ever since.

 

 

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The distance between their sanity

and winter, is their ears pinned

to cackling bogeymen on podiums,

spewing rabies on the microphone.

Fools buy the viral lie.

They, too, thought friendship is a list

and wear a new language, probably a second,

third, learnt from ranking tongues, boxing races,

licking white ice cream, factory flavoured.

Pleas lean on cold shoulders.

They’re neither Barney nor Elmo,

but got time for niceties, in random verse,

begging for likes or celebrity comments,

tagging first worlds, galaxies away.

Thoughts perched on fences.

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Armineonila M.

July 2015

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