+ Follow CLOVIS NAZARENO Tag
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[Title] => Soliloquy as poetry
[Summary] => On view recently at the GSIS Museum along Roxas Blvd. in Pasay was the exhibit Poetry as Soliloquy, the 8’x44’ mural by the late painter and poet Maningning Miclat, whose third year anniversary of her passing was observed last Sept. 29. Included in the exhibit are several prizewinning poems from the first Maningning Miclat poetry awards, the authors of which read their poems on opening night.
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[AuthorName] => Juaniyo Arcellana
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[Title] => After the bookfair
[Summary] => The bookfair ended yesterday, the last to be held at SM Megamall after so many years before it moves over to the World Trade Center next year along Roxas Blvd. for it to become the Philippine International Bookfair, a truly global affair.
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[Title] => Hail Clovis!
[Summary] => Of course the bad sad news had to come via text, from his own cell phone. At first I thought Clovis was telling me that it was his "Papa" who had passed away. I was ready to text back words of sympathy when I was shocked to learn, scrolling down, that the message had been sent by his oldest son Argosy.
Terrible.
Clovis Nazareno, poet of Bohol, had left us.
Rang up the number only to realize that my godson Argosy couldn’t speak Tagalog, or was too distraught to speak at all, so that he passed on the gadget to an aunt.
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[AuthorName] => Alfred A. Yuson
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[Title] => Hall of Geckos
[Summary] => From blank wall to the other blanks bounce
Croaks of the elderly echoing the same stage
Hall of cinematic acrobatic lizard schemes.
The faded flag is draped over the coffin.
Above the torso peeks the cosmetic face, oblivious
To the gecko’s ceiling antics, begins to gather dust.
Tok ten times while the curved tail slaps the wall
Panel. We forecast our fortune by the alternate fall
Of the tok. Each exercise ends in smelling wax.
Coffee is served liberally like animosities.
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CLOVIS NAZARENO
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[Title] => After the bookfair
[Summary] => The bookfair ended yesterday, the last to be held at SM Megamall after so many years before it moves over to the World Trade Center next year along Roxas Blvd. for it to become the Philippine International Bookfair, a truly global affair.
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[Title] => Hail Clovis!
[Summary] => Of course the bad sad news had to come via text, from his own cell phone. At first I thought Clovis was telling me that it was his "Papa" who had passed away. I was ready to text back words of sympathy when I was shocked to learn, scrolling down, that the message had been sent by his oldest son Argosy.
Terrible.
Clovis Nazareno, poet of Bohol, had left us.
Rang up the number only to realize that my godson Argosy couldn’t speak Tagalog, or was too distraught to speak at all, so that he passed on the gadget to an aunt.
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[AuthorName] => Alfred A. Yuson
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[Title] => Hall of Geckos
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Croaks of the elderly echoing the same stage
Hall of cinematic acrobatic lizard schemes.
The faded flag is draped over the coffin.
Above the torso peeks the cosmetic face, oblivious
To the gecko’s ceiling antics, begins to gather dust.
Tok ten times while the curved tail slaps the wall
Panel. We forecast our fortune by the alternate fall
Of the tok. Each exercise ends in smelling wax.
Coffee is served liberally like animosities.
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