Gregoria M. Albao
Nov. 17, 1910 - Oct. 12, 2010
Marcus Aurelius S. Lazarte
Sept. 22, 2010 - Sept. 23, 2010
Friday, October 28, 2011
a hundred years and a day
i do not know these people buried here, but their gravestones seemed to call out as i walked by...
Gregoria M. Albao
Nov. 17, 1910 - Oct. 12, 2010
Marcus Aurelius S. Lazarte
Sept. 22, 2010 - Sept. 23, 2010
Gregoria M. Albao
Nov. 17, 1910 - Oct. 12, 2010
Marcus Aurelius S. Lazarte
Sept. 22, 2010 - Sept. 23, 2010
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
walking around: alcoy
taken around april and october 2010
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old house
gasoline station
"buhat mao'y pasulti-on"
standing aside
to the sea
*****
on the move
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big and small
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parking areas
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donated by
diverging visions
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old house
gasoline station
"buhat mao'y pasulti-on"
standing aside
to the sea
*****
on the move
****
big and small
****
parking areas
****
donated by
diverging visions
Thursday, September 01, 2011
haiku: the quiet toilet
in homage/parody, yet again, of basho's pond haiku :)
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the quiet toilet
the shit drops in
the sound of water
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2 things...
first, it is said that basho wrote the pond/frog haiku while in a medititative state. isn't the act of sitting/shitting on the toilet also a medititative act?
second, can't shit be a valid subject for poetry? or, reframing the question, can't shit be a subject of valid poetry? not that i'm claiming that my... err... "haiku" is poetry, but you can't really shut poetry in a cage while expecting it to fly, no?
*****
the quiet toilet
the shit drops in
the sound of water
*****
2 things...
first, it is said that basho wrote the pond/frog haiku while in a medititative state. isn't the act of sitting/shitting on the toilet also a medititative act?
second, can't shit be a valid subject for poetry? or, reframing the question, can't shit be a subject of valid poetry? not that i'm claiming that my... err... "haiku" is poetry, but you can't really shut poetry in a cage while expecting it to fly, no?
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
a cruel fate
after a well-fed life spent in their cages, the chickens are finally taken to market
the chickens gaze at the wide wondrous world outside their cage
only to see the cruel fates that would befall them, ending up as either tinolang manok...
... or chicken joy
... or their bodies chopped up and skewered on a barbecue stick
if you were a chicken with a choice, how would you rather end up?
pictures taken around carbon market, cebu city, may 2010, and carcar market, october 2010
the chickens gaze at the wide wondrous world outside their cage
only to see the cruel fates that would befall them, ending up as either tinolang manok...
... or chicken joy
... or their bodies chopped up and skewered on a barbecue stick
if you were a chicken with a choice, how would you rather end up?
pictures taken around carbon market, cebu city, may 2010, and carcar market, october 2010
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
walking around: downtown again
taken on a walk from cebu city hall through magallanes st., to carbon, then to colon and osmena boulevard, may 2010
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now open for business 24 hours
at a bank
ukay2x
lechon bread
the contortionist
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you've got to marvel at the great variety of stuff that street vendors sell
... from guitars
to cigarettes and candies
cut vegetables
dried fish
even more vegetables
used shoes
to green mangoes
... yummy
fried peanuts (with a jingle to boot)
used electronics
and even a peek at your future...
*****
now open for business 24 hours
at a bank
ukay2x
lechon bread
the contortionist
****
you've got to marvel at the great variety of stuff that street vendors sell
... from guitars
to cigarettes and candies
cut vegetables
dried fish
even more vegetables
used shoes
to green mangoes
... yummy
fried peanuts (with a jingle to boot)
used electronics
and even a peek at your future...
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