Montage Vol. 6 • August 2002
Every generation has a question and whoever can unfold its enigma will become the voice of that generation. This is what Jun Cruz Reyes believes in.
For Victor Emmanuel “Vim” Carmelo Nadera, being utterly futuristic will get one nowhere after life. Knowing the past in order to change the future is essential to be alive forever.
For Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta, veering away from the traditional is dangerous. A deliberate disregard of the norm must be supported with the complete knowledge of what exists and had existed. Read more »
Summer was about to end when Christine first saw it standing in the garage at the corner of Santos Street, right at the curve leading to a small university campus. It was a large steel monster, reaching up to a man’s shoulders. Slightly rusting at the corners, it was painted a moldy green and implanted with bulbs that gave off a dull yellow glow. Read more »
The time has come for their gabble to rest
And in discreet places descend into mere
Whispers. Within their houses, they will
Bow their heads as sweat trickles near
Their eyes and lips, and the bells ring
Choruses declaring the baptism of their land.
Tonight, they will sleep with dreams adorning
Their idle brows, and, before that, their lovers
Will love more passionately, their kisses
Like pan de sal rolling against their tongues. Read more »
It is in these rare seconds
When the body is stilled
By afternoon rivers like the Seine
When we momentarily look out
From the banks, come upon finest
Seine, upon a sudden space
From the tight spiral of our lives.
We are informed by shadow
Quietly fishing from a rock:
By reflections on the river wall
Of the sun busy with colors
On a canvas of late water. Read more »
“Do not go gentle into that good night...
Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
- Dylan Thomas
Kamatayan—isa sa pinakamapait at malungkot na hantungan ng lahat ng tao. Pagkatapos mong mabuhay at matamasa ang ganda ng daigdig, bigla na lang itong maglalaho sa dilim ng kawalan. Marahil sa halos lahat ng karanasan ng tao sa ibabaw ng daigdig, ang pinakamahirap tanggapin ay ang masaklap na wakas, ang kamatayan.
Ano ba talaga ang naghihintay sa dulo ng paglalakbay ng tao? Sa kamatayan ba tunay na hahantong ang isang paglalakbay ng buhay sa daigdig? Read more »
The cool tropic wind soothes
as it subtly weaves its way
through moon-drenched palms
And over to the east,
a slumbering hillside cascades
into the overwhelming arms
of the sea—its paramour.
This love child,
born of the beguiling romance
of sand and surf,
bleeds with the light
of the stars that guard
the midnight sky
and in its placid bosom Read more »
I HAVE been seeing things
It seems that the metaphors I use in my poems are now coming to life. The immeasurable blackness, blobs of mutilated flesh, locked and doors—they all come to me now.
Maybe it’s just the atmosphere. Like now, I feel like exploding into a thousand atoms just by looking at the high pile of books and papers I have to read. I have to stop myself from cursing everything in sight—from an awry computer to an annoying acquaintance who can’t do anything but heckle. It is now easier to criticize and wallow in a flood of negativity. Read more »
The first time we entered the city,
you said to pay attention to the stones
soaked in afternoon sun; buildings, narrow
gates, boundaries of road roofed by trees.
Their filter of green, rendering light
— lighter, more
supernatural than the script of breath
passing through glass or bone
At that time, our concerns Read more »
Nasesentro lamang ang ating pag-aaral ng kasaysayan sa mga nasyonal na pangyayari. Ang mga lokal na nakaraan ay isinasantabi na lamang, marahil dahil likas na sa atin ang pagkasuklam sa ating kasaysayan. Kung susuriin, maaring ang isang estudyante ay bihasa sa kasaysayan ng Pilipinas subalit ignorante naman sa mismong kasaysayan ng kanyang pinaggalingan. Read more »