Meeting

Calling all DagyangPulong boys and girls:

There will be a free-for-all workshop on February 23, Saturday, at the UP Main Library. I repeat, FREE-FOR-ALL. (Organizer's announcement here.) Madam French will be the resource person, and I will be assisting her, so I hope you will be there, too! :-)

Kag para masadya, maayu siguro nga kita makatipun-tipon liwat pagkatapos sang sini nga hilikuton. Rod and Marcell have already confirmed their attendance. Madiretso kita kanday Marcell in the evening for poetry reading sa iya nga Kafe Binalaybay. I hope may free dinner, hehe.
Kitakits!

Pangumusta

Daw sa ano bala nga ari na ako diri. :-)
First of all, congratulations to all the members of DagyangPulong (for still being there), and to its new set of officers who have just been elected last February 13, 2008.

February is still in the early parts of 2008, so we still have the right to say "We should start the year right." And how better do we start this year for DagyangPulong right than by being there at the "private" opening of Marcell Milliam's Kafe Binalaybay? That's tonight, ladies and gentlemen, February 18, 2008. So kitakits later! :-)

Curfew Poetry Anthology

Axel Pinpin Dilemma ni Carpio

Francisco Arias Monteseña Kuyom

Genevieve Mae B. Aquino Alzheimer's in the Philippines

German V. Gervacio Hu Let Da Dogs Awt?! Hu-Hu-Huhu!

Gracia Alcantara Perdiguerra Fugue
Mark Angeles Fury Tales

Marlon Hacla Isang Pagtutol

Melvin Medes Mga Taong Apoy

Michelle Brences Policurfew

Noel Sales Barcelona Bakit Gloring?

Raul Funilas May Kaba Sa Bawat Hakbang Ng Manghihimagsik

Ravelth Castro-Belicena Mundong Parisukat

Rodelen Paccial Emerald

Rustum Casia One Night Only

Victor Emmanuel Carmelo D. Nadera Jr. Anibersaryo Ngayon ng Martial Law

http://makoydakuyko y.multiply. com/journal/ item/35/Curfew_ Poetry_Anthology

Looking at pictures of our internship year

Looking at pictures of our internship year
(For my Med School Buddies)
Rodelen Paccial

When we were much younger,
And we had much more oil in our faces,
And we were trying to be doctors at the same time,
When we couldn’t sleep
And envy the janitor’s roosters
When we slept and regretted,
When we were half asleep
And couldn’t put in an intravenous catheter,
When we were exposed to the myriad variations
Of vulvae and penises,
Of appendices and breasts,
When we drank and got merry
And blame ourselves the next day,
When we couldn’t eat
when we didn’t have time to eat
when we were faced with the choice
of sleeping or eating,
when we had to wear the same
briefs and panties for more
than twenty four hours
(i know because I looked)
When dreams were fresh
When dreams of becoming
Greater than ourselves
For the sake of others
Were a mantra
Silently repeated in the deep
Silence of our brains,
Because all we did was curse,
On how so much sickness
Can be in this world
And land in your OPD table.

That was the time we fell in love with this occupation and preoccupation,
For like a woman we had to fetch water for and chop wood for,
Medicine was coy and lovely,
Promised everything,
But not now, she said.
“Everything”, she said,
And the wooing was just fine,
Outside her gates,
We chose to stand
And labor while she waits.