The Disinherited

lifted from edel garcellano's blog (www.theworksofedelgarcellano.wordpress.com)

We push our wooden lives on daily nightmare.

The sun perches on our backs; moon rakesinto our eyes;

the earth knifes beneath

like sharpened scythe: silently we perish….

Our carts of dream drag through the mists

gaining the caves & dead-ends of our task;

Nobles expose their hearts (O Words, not Deeds!)

& blindly each dawn goodnight we greet.

The Civil Guards, bulls & ruthless, stampede

down our suspect fangs & narrow faces,

bereaving us in a palmless, whimful siege.

The law, after all, guards from menace and disease.

(Our land of vision is hollow, our voices dead)

At the Court of Justice the human balance tips:

“Throw for lack of identity, bastards of the mill!”

We’re finally stamped of our birthmark filth….

The cell stares, yawning exile & decision

as obscene faces strike the ruler’s imprecision,

selecting from among the driftwood of our pains,

like writing on the wall the questions reverent.

Nothing, none at all, save fragments of memories…

O have we become stones, numerous & still?

To sleep, thus dream? Pray, for centuries we did!
& blankly we smash the bars, rioting to live!

From Voices of Violence, 1971

July 2nd, 2006 at 9:59 am

(POETRY OF EDEL GARCELLANO, selected by G.Y. Guillermo)

Can't Get Enough of You Baby...

22 september, 2007
makati city

still can't get enough of akaw anvasion day. i've just finished checking the pics at http://www.batangbaler.net/ and the video of kapatid ni amy in youtube. i'm sort of thinking that life should have always been like that, full of surprises and great performances.

anyway, here's the finale of akaw invasion 2, an outstanding performance (kahit na lasing) of the newly formed kapatid ni amy. enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb5znLjw6ak

Behind the Scenes of Akaw Invasion 2

sept 16, 2007
makati city

it's over a week now but i can't still get over it. a whirr has been taking refuge in my ear drums up to know, courtesy of the fusion and synthesis of drums and guitars and shouts that clouded puple haze bar last 08 september.

as usual, i came late. several bands already performed when the battered cab, which crisscrossed the interweaving roads from serendra to purple haze, discharged me. with no composure left in my attempt to move faster, i bumped into a thick hard wall named abay z.

abay z and i resigned to the fact that we don't have talent in squeezing our carcass in the thickness of throng, very un-ladyleigh-like; hence, we tried to content ourselves sitting outside, smoking like fiend while blathering whatnot. of course, when you're with abay z, nostalgia is surging like lava.

until we realised that our harking back to Mrs Bitancor's do-re-mi-mga-tanga-mga-usol ate much of our time, i steeled my resolve and hurled everything that blocked my way. still, else was so near yet so far as phalanx of pangks, and rakistas took over the center isle. i could not move when i was trapped amid these pangkitos as there's a big possibility that a body or two, and/or blood would just fly right after my head. the thought of being squeezed in moshpit melted away my doggedness.

good thing the band in front was a thing to watch; otherwise, people might see my teeth clattered and my chin bobbed. at last, i was able to push through the hardness of the pangkitos and went right in front of else who was so busy that abay z and i suspected that her heart already inflated to leigh's mass. i was able to recruit lor to going down as we recognise the we aren't anymore belong to the age group (ouch!).

abay z + lor equals never-ending chikahan, from lor's independence and theory about love to my call centre escapades. we went to figaro to drown our sobriety over a cup of coffee.

going back to purple haze, everything was still in normalcy. pangks and rakers were still headbanging, mixing their hairs up with beer and sweat. we decided to push ourselves in to the crowd, to once and for all enjoy the night which was the purpose of this in the first place.

what can i say, all were really on the top form. with their performances, they have indelibly sealed the fact that rock and roll is alive and kicking in baler. no band wasted time, the stage was able to serve its purpose.

the finale was kapatid ni amy, a song composed by else's kuya. so unpretentious and inspiring it was that it literally brought the house down. everyone was singing, no one was pasaway. it has drawn us together, making us one.

Rock en Roll

07 Sept 2007
makati city

By this time tomorrow, I would probably be in the thickness of the rocking and rolling Akkaw throng. With can of Coke squeezed in my right hand and pack of Marlboro sandwich between my fingers, I might be dancing or headbanging or shrieking to the top of my lungs to the tune of the homegrown music of Baler.

Thrill has been enveloping me these past days as I am really looking forward to this event. I just realised during one of my sould-searching moments that I have been neglected of social life for quite a long time, after assuming a quality specialist work. It's kinda raw to think that the party-goer/barfly in me has already entered in the face of oblivion. This might be a sign of extinction.

Gone are the days when nothing mattered but concerts and gigs. I am now in the phase of "Been there, done that" attitude. However, I may be too fool to let to-die-for concerts pass, but this one I won't definitely miss.