 | temet nosce | Jul 2, 2005 |
If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself,
admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches;
because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place.
And even if you found yourself in some prison,
whose walls let in none of the world's sounds --
wouldn't you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price,
that treasure house of memories? Turn your attention to it.
Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past;
your personality will grow stronger,
your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight,
where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance.
-Ranier Maria Rilke
"Letters to a Young Poet"
translated by Stephen Mitchell
*****
No tengo nunca más, no tengo siempre. En la arena
la victoria dejó sus pies perdidos.
Soy un pobre hombre dispuesto a amar a sus semejantes.
No sé quién eres. Te amo. No doy, no vendo espinas.
Alguien sabrá tal vez que no tejí coronas
sangrientas, que combatí la burla,
y que en verdad llené la pleamar de mi alma.
Yo pagué la vileza con palomas.
Yo no tengo jamás porque distinto
fui, soy, seré. Y en nombre
de mi cambiante amor proclamo la pureza.
La muerte es solo piedra del olvido.
Te amo, beso en tu boca la alegría.
Traigamos leña. Haremos fuego en la montaña.
-Pablo Neruda
"LXXVIII"
translated by Stephen Tapscott (see #78 )
This site actually does have oodles of pics and nonesensical ramblings.
Only I'm still too paranoid to let total strangers in.
So, add me as a contact first.
@@
U
admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches;
because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place.
And even if you found yourself in some prison,
whose walls let in none of the world's sounds --
wouldn't you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price,
that treasure house of memories? Turn your attention to it.
Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past;
your personality will grow stronger,
your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight,
where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance.
-Ranier Maria Rilke
"Letters to a Young Poet"
translated by Stephen Mitchell
*****
No tengo nunca más, no tengo siempre. En la arena
la victoria dejó sus pies perdidos.
Soy un pobre hombre dispuesto a amar a sus semejantes.
No sé quién eres. Te amo. No doy, no vendo espinas.
Alguien sabrá tal vez que no tejí coronas
sangrientas, que combatí la burla,
y que en verdad llené la pleamar de mi alma.
Yo pagué la vileza con palomas.
Yo no tengo jamás porque distinto
fui, soy, seré. Y en nombre
de mi cambiante amor proclamo la pureza.
La muerte es solo piedra del olvido.
Te amo, beso en tu boca la alegría.
Traigamos leña. Haremos fuego en la montaña.
-Pablo Neruda
"LXXVIII"
translated by Stephen Tapscott (see #78 )
This site actually does have oodles of pics and nonesensical ramblings.
Only I'm still too paranoid to let total strangers in.
So, add me as a contact first.
@@
U
 | Letters and Updates | Oct 13, 2007 |
Up With the People
c/o my triplet's foster brother... ... morePrevious blog entries: | ||
| Sep 11 | - | Call for submissions to an anthology of Southeast Asian Literature |
| Aug 24 | - | Publishing Contacts |
| Aug 22 | - | Hands on Manila Writing Contest! |
 | Dreaming in Digital, The Rest Is Silence | Feb 9, 2008 |
The Road to Tintagel Castle
last memories of england...this is the closest we could get to King Arthur's alleged birthplace.
buti na lang, alleged lang. =P
Previous videos: | ||
| Feb 9 | - | At the Edge of Boscastle Harbour |
| Feb 9 | - | The Beach at Charlestown |
Jemi's favorite videos: | ||
| Jan 4 | - | On the Edge of a Rice Terrace |
| Nov 22 | - | Encima Piramide del Sol |
| Nov 21 | - | At the Zocalo |
| Oct 24 | - | The Official Beach of Historical Romances |
 | More of the Ridiculous | Aug 26, 2007 |
Because Life Is Not Fair
after a year of only thinking about myself...i get this link sent to me.
call me crazy, but it makes me want to go home all the more.
because i'd STILL rather live in a country of warm hopes
rather than greener pastures.
maka-iyak.
p.s.... more
