Something Old, Something New

Pebrero 18, 2008

This a long overdue tag. I was supposed to post it a long time ago. This tag’s from Rhapsody. She wants me to go over my archives and pick a few posts about:

  • Family: Definitely, it’s “Laugh at Your Heart’s Content.” The post is composed of photos mainly but I think they say a lot about how we are in the family (meaning, the whole clan). Besides, those photos are among my most treasured — happy and carefree.
  • Friends: From my Old Neighborhood. I grew up in the barrio, so the neighborhood is pretty tight. The other kids there became my first buddies before I made friends in school.
  • Myself: Me, a Love Charm?! I still think I am. 😀 Read the post and tell me if my theory is correct. 😉
  • Choice: It’s about an old hobby, a Forgotten Passion. I’m trying to find time to do it. I will. Someday. Tell me if I should. 🙂
  • Something I love: I love this poem. 😀 I hope you’ll read it and you’ll share yours!

That’s about it. I’m supposed to tag other people, but I guess most of you did this already. But if you’re reading this post and haven’t done this meme, then I’m passing it on to you. Just remember this simple rule:

Go through your archive and choose five of your favorite posts about your family, friends, yourself, something you love and lastly, your own choice.

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So What?

Oktubre 24, 2007

This item was in Yahoo News, and I wanted to share it with everybody:

Outing gives Potter passages new meaning

By HILLEL ITALIE, AP National Writer Sun Oct 21, 2:06 PM ET

NEW YORK – With author J.K. Rowling’s revelation that master wizard Albus Dumbledore is gay, some passages about the Hogwarts headmaster and rival wizard Gellert Grindelwald have taken on a new and clearer meaning.

The British author stunned her fans at Carnegie Hall on Friday night when she answered one young reader’s question about Dumbledore by saying that he was gay and had been in love with Grindelwald, whom he had defeated years ago in a bitter fight.

“‘You cannot imagine how his ideas caught me, Harry, inflamed me,'” Dumbledore says in “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” the seventh and final book in Rowling’s record-breaking fantasy series.

The news brought gasps, then applause at Carnegie Hall, the last stop on Rowling’s brief U.S. tour, and set off thousands of e-mails on Potter fan Web sites around the world. Some were dismayed, others indifferent, but most were supportive.

“Jo Rowling calling any Harry Potter character gay would make wonderful strides in tolerance toward homosexuality,” Melissa Anelli, webmaster of the fan site http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/ap/ap_en_ot/storytext/books_potter_dumbledore/24904963/SIG=113415unb/*http:/www.the-leaky-cauldron.org, told The Associated Press. “By dubbing someone so respected, so talented and so kind, as someone who just happens to be also homosexual, she’s reinforcing the idea that a person’s gayness is not something of which they should be ashamed.”

“‘DUMBLEDORE IS GAY’ is quite a headline to stumble upon on a Friday evening, and it’s certainly not what I expected,” added Potter fan Patrick Ross, of Rutherford, N.J. “(But) a gay character in the most popular series in the world is a big step for Jo Rowling and for gay rights.”

Gellert Grindelwald was a dark wizard of great power, who terrorized people much in the same way Harry’s nemesis, Lord Voldemort, was to do a generation later. Readers hear of him in the first book, “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,” in a reference to how Dumbledore defeated him. In “Deathly Hallows,” readers learn they once had been best friends.

“Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald ever seems to have referred to this brief boyhood friendship in later life,” Rowling writes. “However, there can be no doubt that Dumbledore delayed, for some five years of turmoil, fatalities, and disappearances, his attack upon Gellert Grindelwald. Was it lingering affection for the man or fear of exposure as his once best friend that caused Dumbledore to hesitate?”

As a young man, Dumbledore, brilliant and powerful, had been forced to return home to look after his mentally ill younger sister and younger brother. It was a task he admits to Harry that he resented, because it derailed the bright future he had been looking forward to.

Then Grindelwald, described by Rowling as “golden-haired, merry-faced,” arrived after having been expelled from his own school. Grindelwald’s aunt, Bathilda Bagshot, says of their meeting: “The boys took to each other at once.” In a letter to Grindelwald, Dumbledore discusses their plans for gaining wizard dominance: “‘(I)f you had not been expelled we would never have met.'”

Potter readers had speculated about Dumbledore, noting that he has no close relationship with women and a mysterious, troubled past.

“Falling in love can blind us to an extent,” Rowling said Friday of Dumbledore’s feelings about Grindelwald, adding that Dumbledore was “horribly, terribly let down.”

Dumbledore’s love, she observed, was his “great tragedy.”

jkr.jpgThis revelation from J.K. Rowling is a bit shocking. As a reader, I had never interpreted his words (in the seventh book) about Grindelwald as a sign of being gay. Although at the back of my mind, I wondered why Dumbledore never got married.

“You cannot imagine how his ideas caught me, Harry, inflamed me.”

When I read this passage before, I attributed it toalbusdumbledore.jpg Dumbledore’s passion for knowledge and how he devine great ideas. Grindelwald was someone whom he can relate to. And it wasn’t really Grindelwald but his IDEAS that “caught” and “inflamed” Dumbledore.

But who am I to question J.K.R’s declaration? She knows the characters in the Harry Potter series more than anyone in the universe. She created them. If she says Dumbledore is gay, then he’s gay. 😀

Seriously, does it really matter if Albus Dumbledore was gay? So what if he had been in love with Gellert Grindelwald. Overall, he was a good person, very respectable, very sensitive and considerate. Anyway, your gender preference doesn’t define you as a person.

I’m thinking, should I read the books again–or at least the seventh book–open my eyes wider and really read between the lines this time? Maybe I’d find some clues there. 😀


Of Dreams & Beautiful Nude

Setyembre 26, 2007

These are among my favorites of Pablo Neruda poetry:

Sonnet XXXIV

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano’s first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.

Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.

And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest–
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

~*~*~*~

Ode to a Beautiful Nude

With a chaste heart
With pure eyes
I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood
So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music

Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth

From what materials
Agate?
Quartz?
Wheat?
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
Astonished
The fine and firm feminine form

It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body
Yet suffocate itself
So much is clarity
Taking its leave of you
As if you were on fire within

The moon lives in the lining of your skin

~*~*~*~

Listen to Rufus Sewell’s reading of Ode to a Beautiful Nude

~*~*~*~

Don’t you just love Pablo Neruda? 😉


In My Dream

Agosto 29, 2007

I dreamed of you again.
Yes, you—
    your eyes, your lips, your smile;
    the feel of your hand, warm against my skin.

I dreamed of your voice
Such sweet melody—
    soft as a whisper
    hushed as the wind in May.

You gaze at me
Your eyes—
    dark as burnt umber
    soothing a wearied heart.

I dream of you
Every night, in my sleep
    as though the Heavens have conspired
    wrapped us together in a sea of stars.

Yet, still, you’re unknown to me.
It’s always you—
    as I close my eyes,
    in my dream.


i no longer cry

Agosto 24, 2007

every minute of each day, i think of you
the shadow of your smile in my memory
clear as the sky on a summer’s day.
yet, i no longer cry.

i yearn to feel your body
swim in your wonderful scent-
sweet and innocent and young.
but i no longer cry.

carefully, i listened for music that wasn’t there
you said good-bye, instead
sorrow clouding your eyes
and i wanted to cry.

loneliness has engulfed my forlorn heart
your absence is agony.
but no more than a tear fell from my eyes
for i can no longer cry.

but amidst this woe, i know
once more, we shall reunite.
and on the day of our meeting
no longer shall i cry.


Memory of a First Kiss

Hunyo 27, 2007
I worked as an editor of Tagalog romance novels before. In one of the manuscripts I edited, I was so turned-off with how the writer described the kiss shared by the story's protagonists. The description was so bland, almost without feelings. Out of frustration, I wrote this piece. ;)

My feet grew wings the moment
          your lips touched mine
I closed my eyes tightly as my heart
          started beating rapidly
Incomparable,
          a first kiss is
Like being thrown into the vast universe,
          floating in Milky Way—
Stardust around you and me
          —our galaxy
Like fireworks ablaze against the dark sky
          on New Year’s eve—exhilarating!
Unforgettable,
            a first kiss is…

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