biocol2 = three hours of blogtime

i somehow managed to arrive in time for dasalgo, despite having had less than four hours sleep this morning. this was probably because i was out of the house well before the usual 715am, another first. i had figured that i'd be half-asleep althroughout the subject, but ms limoanco's constant bomb-dropping [eg: "please correct me if i'm wrong... did i gave an exercise last meeting?"] kept me awake enough. plus the fact that her jumping around and raising her voice at odd moments made me suddenly realize that she resembles frau farbissina more than slightly.

i'm lending my dad's copy of on writing to dandi so naturally i was breezing through it beforehand and this poem by tabitha king caught my eye:

a gradual canticle for agustine

the thinnest bear is awakened in the winter
by the sleep-laughter of locusts,
by the dream-blustering of bees,
by the honeyed scent of desert sands
that the wind carries in her womb
into the distant hills, into the houses of cedar.

the bear has heard a sure promise.
certain words are edible; they nourish
more than snow heaped upon silver plates
or ice overflowing golden bowls. chips of ice
from the mouth of a lover are not always better,
nor a desert dreaming always a mirage.
the rising bear sings a gradual canticle
woven of sand that conquers cities
by a slow cycle: his praise seduces
a passing wind, traveling to the sea
wherein a fish, caught in a careful net,
hears a bear's song in the cool-scented snow.

well i like it anyway. donna's blog is another good source of poetry [if you're interested] and i particularly enjoyed richard's how conveniently the rain fell before your tears. this art attack was brought to you by the malate literary folio new staff, with whom i had lunch today. well them and one asungot who couldn't take a hint. never mind who - given how painfully obvious his leeching habits are, you probably already know anyway.

ms de jesus is giving me the evil eye. better quit while i'm ahead.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 3:27 PM