I was able to borrow some comic books (special thanks to Jaykie!) so The Likeness and Landscapes would have to be placed once again on my TBR pile.
So: Warren Ellis’s NewUniversal: Everything Went White and Neil Gaiman’s Eternals. High concepts! LOVE IT!
Photos from kingscomics
and voidspace
Because lovely things should be shared! ♥♥♥
I do this over at my Multiply (tag: “poetry”) but I want to post this one here. This poem’s simply exquisite.
The poet loves with a most violent heart.
Why You Should Never Marry a Poet
by Heather Bell
Think about it – the way that credit cards, bougainvillea,
vacations, dictionaries, the road on the way to work will
all never be enough. The poet wishes
with her deepest bones
and writes that she wishes
she would have killed you
in the supermarket. She wonders why
she ever loved you in song.
She publishes book after book. Each line detailing
how your hair is ugly and monstrous in the morning. And how,
like moss, you cling to her
so piteously.
But you marry her anyway.
and she looks like a roar of snow
in white. You figure she will read a poem about you
that day in front of everyone: her throat
is, after all, a stamen
or matchstick.
But she is silent, says only the I DO’s
and a few Bible verses.
The poet loves with a most violent
heart. What you have not known-
she has wanted to tell you the truth
all of these years,
but grew silent as an old lover does
at eighty. There is no way to say
how one loves the ache of your cracked lips,
the heavy belly of your tongue, the years she spent
feeling not loved,
but still loving. Think about it-
the poet is fearful of others knowing and finding your mouth.
She is frightened of you –
realizing you could have been
loved better or harder
or with real words.
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As for me, I’ve finally looked over all of the poems to be included in my collection after “Reportage“. Looking good, so far.
Photo from DC Comics
The Elongated Man is on a stakeout with a younger companion. While waiting for a crime to occur, they begin talking about his wife, Sue. “She’s my lady,” he says. Hours later, Sue is found dead.
You’ve heard of this before: a comic hero loses a loved one, is devastated, thinks of revenge. But this one really got to me. Heartbreaking and touching.
It’s quite a decent whodunit too, with an excellent fight sequence involving Deathstroke and the members of the JLA.
Joss Whedon, in his introduction, says Brad Meltzer shines a light on these well-known DC characters, and shows us what has always been there: “Humanity.”
Yes.
Photo from Brad Meltzer.com
I was able to spend time with the family this week. So that meant marathons of Project Runway and America’s Best Dance Crew episodes, old action flicks (Face/Off for example – masaya pala ‘yun ano?), and a sampling of my mother’s newest invention dish, ampalaya with oyster sauce.
I also found this cute gasul alkansya. (Alcohol bottle’s for height comparison.)
And my brother (a non-smoker) got this picture taken as a joke for my father (who should quit. Like, now. LOL.)
I also flipped through our photo albums and took a gajillion photos!
Miss Friendship (kindergarten parade) looking not too friendly:
Littol me in a teacup…
…that was apparently part of a ride that’s currently not functioning (see CLOSED sign right there) but kebs! Kelangan ang photo-op. :D
I’m wearing tights here. And an orange skirt. And I’m in pigtails. I don’t know why I look so dissatisfied.
Eeee my brother looks adorable! And I envy the Batibot cake. ♥
Brother is not pleased with this other baby:
Early family photos. Littlest brother forthcoming heh.
All four of us. My brothers are holding hands here. :)
With my sister.
Smiling like there’s no tomorrow:
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On Saturday, Jaykie’s nephew’s 5th birthday. Happy birthday, George!
We gave this kiddie a book featuring a dragon, and an Archie comic. Because READING IS FUN Y’ALL.
(Segue: Thanks to Jaykie for buying me a copy of that Tatler issue with my picture. Yehey yehey.)
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I was able to write six pages of fiction on Thursday-Friday. First story for 2010, here I come. ;)
So I won in this contest, right, and my picture found its way into the January issue of the Philippine Tatler. (Thanks to Andrea and Kate for the tip!)
I belong to a crazy department, so of course this has got to be done:
Gibo and the Na’Vi adore me, Ayuh.
#7
#8
Fell in love with the details of the room in this picture, so I just decided not to tear it up.
So pretty. ♥
These should be up on my wall in no time.
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Here be a pile of books I’ve read or cannot read anymore (hello, Eden Express, hello Sleepers).
Here be my TBR pile.
Done with Ender’s Game, now reading The Likeness and Landscapes.
Check out my cool bookmark (a gift from Almi, yay!):
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And on the writing front –
Copy-pasted all of my poems in a single file; will now open said file when I no longer feel like throwing up at the sight of it.
Bizaare. Last night I actually dreamt a workable opening scene for this short story that’s been bugging me for months. I’ll go back to fiction writing soon, soon.
…but never did we dream that thought could arise from the lonely animals who cannot dream each other’s dreams. How were we to know?
Ender’s Game
I have read Ender’s Shadow before this book. Shadow basically tells the same story, only from Bean’s perspective. And so I dove into this novel already knowing the great, tragic twist; I have working knowledge of the Battle School even before I cracked open this book. Remember, the enemy gate is down, says Ender Wiggin, and true, true. I know that. Really, there shouldn’t be a surprise.
And still the last few pages of Ender’s Game knocked the wind right out of me. Unbelievable emotional power. Unbelievable.
Eliza Victoria 