Month: February 2012

epitaph

Here lies
A middle-aged man
Whose life was defined daily
By a round metallic coffee table
With an empty chair,
A full-cup of black coffee,
A half-burned cigarette stick
And an ashtray filled with memories.

May his abandoned soul,
Soaked by droplets of rain
And coffee spill
Eternally
Rest
In
Peace

Modern Day Sisyphus
(April 12, 1976-April 11, 2012)

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Tribute to Wislawa Szymborska

Tatlong Kakaibang Salita
(Three Oddest Words by Wislawa Szymborska, translated by Jocel de Guzman)

Sa tuwing bibigkasin ko ang salitang kinabukasan,
bahagi na kaagad ang mga unang kataga nito ng kahapon.
Sa tuwing bibigkasin ko ang salitang katahimikan,
pinapatay ko kaagad ang kanyang diwa.
Sa tuwing bibigkasin ko ang salitang kawalan,
nakakabuo ako ng isang kamalayan na di kayang hagkan ninuman

The Three Oddest Words

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.