by Jona Branzuela Bering
The books, read and unread, are occupying their space
in a box, either saying hello to each other or snubbing,
—Postmodernism is arrogant, said romanticism.
Or they will be arguing who is the best poet, fictionist
of all times, or arguing if —ism is necessary in pursuing art.
|And some will concede since they will not be conceived if not
Or some will argue since they should not have been labeled
As feminism, imagism, or magic realism.
And it will not be long, they will occupy
the same bookshelf, yet they will not be having
The same neighbors. Before, a James Joyce is flirting
With Marilyn Robinson, now she is befriending
Margaret Atwood, who, in the other hand, criticizes
Her second-characterized women. And the bookshelf
will be the witness of this changes and just silent
while listening to the awkward transient silence of the books.
And the books will realize, it is not the same room,
not the same smell, not the same paint, not the same perspective.
And outside, it is not the same address.
And they, the books and the bookshelf, will smile with her decision.
This is still a draft, which badly needs refinement.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Poetry:::July 12
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Balak:::Ang Panagway aning Taknaa
ni Jona Branzuela Bering
Pangutana:
Nakaanhi na bay day ka aning taknaa
Sa dihang ang imong buhok nagkurtina
sa pikas nimong mata samtang nagbasa
Kag collected poems ni Emily Dickinson;
Sa dihang imong gihawi ang imomg buho;
Ug ninglabay ang nagtuwad nga bangaw
Sa imong ngabil ug dayong litok:
You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer.
Tubag:
O nakaanhi nako aning taknaa,
pero lahi ang iyang panagway—
Ang mga pulong ni Emily nagsayaw-sayaw
sa tuno aning taknaa, ug nakigsayaw ko
ug wa ko kapugong, ningpahiyom
dayong litok:
You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer.
Mao nay dagway aning taknaa
Og nanghinaot ko nga mahulagwayan
Nimo kini kay di magdugay ihimugso
Ang akong balak ug ikaw
Ang makadungog sa unang uha niini.
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Balak:::Karpet
ni Jona Branzuela Bering
Ang nausik nga kape,
Gisawo sa karpet—
Inanay kining ningtuhop,
Niya, nauga
Apan ang lama
Ngpabilin
Posted by jo at Monday, September 22, 2008 0 comments