Poetry Solace: Of letter to myself

This is a letter written by Adrienne Rich to herself.... Very thought-provoking..

Dear Adrienne,
                I'm calling you up tonight
as I might call up a friend    as I might call up a ghost
to ask what you intend to do
with the rest of your life.     Sometimes you act
as if you have all the time there is.
I worry about you when I see this.
The prime of life, old age
aren't what they used to be;
making a good death isn't either,
now you can walk around the corner of a wall
and see a light
that already has blown your past away.
Somewhere in Boston     beautiful literature
is being read around the clock
by writers     to signify
their dislike of this.
I hope you've got something in mind.
I hope you have some idea
about the rest of your life.

                          In sisterhood,
                                    Adrienne


Have a good weekend! Be safe!

Sunday Serenade: this time

I've always like songs that empower girls, songs that don't portray women as damsels in distress... and this is one of those songs.. "This Time" by Pia Toscano.. :) Enjoy!

This Time
Well I'm mad as hell
Ain't gonna take it no more
My bags is packed at the back of your door
Cause I don't know who I am no more
You won the battle but you lost the war

I've been in denial
Now I'm living the truth
Been down for awhile
Now I'm standing up to you
Oh, this Time

[chorus]
This time
I'm gonna do it my way
This time
I'm finding out the hard way
This time
I’m gonna go back
To the girl I was
On the night you found me
No more
Holding back the real me
Just wait
In a minute you'll see
This time
Just in time
It's my time
Getting back to the real me
[end of chorus]

Don't try to stop me
With the words you say
Cause I'm sick and tired of the games you play
I'm gonna free myself,
Gonna make a change
And like a butterfly
Imma spread my wings

Been crying for too long
Now I'm drying my eyes
Grounded for so long
Now it's time for me to fly
This Time

[chorus]

I'm mad as hell
I can't take it no more
My bags is packed at the back of your door
I promise you
This time

[chorus x2]

I’m mad as hell
I ain’t gonna take no more





Have a great week ahead! Be productive and stay safe!

it's been a month..

It's been a (really) long while since I last wrote.. a couple of things had happened, and I hope I have the mood to sit and write about them..

The weather is getting warmer, though there are still days where it feels like spring/autumn instead of summer as it should be.. I am still not a fan of sudden rain.. also, my nose and my (lower) back is still giving me grief, on and off.. hope things will improve once I find and move to a new place at the end of this semester..

School is going to end in a few more weeks.. after that I would no longer be Year 2 anymore.. and the pressure to get published will only increase.. hopefully with only 1 lesson per week from next semester onward, I can concentrate and be more productive in my research and writing..

Sunday Serenade: too close

It's May and the weather is becoming more agreeable with me these days.. :)

Today, I would like to share this song by Alex Clare with you.. I like the way kendo is incorporated into the music video..

Too Close
You know I'm not one to break promises,
I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe.
At the end of it all, you're still my best friend,
But there's something inside that I need to release.
Which way is right, which way is wrong,
How do I say that I need to move on?
You know we're heading separate ways.

[chorus]
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
There's nothing I can really say.
I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
So I'll be on my way.
[end of chorus]

You've given me more than I can return,
Yet there's oh so much that you deserve.
There's nothing to say, nothing to do.
I've nothing to give,
I must live without you.
You know we're heading separate ways.

[chorus]
So I'll be on my way.

[chorus]
So I'll be on my way.
So I'll be on my way.







Have a great week ahead! Be safe wherever you may be!

Poetry Solace: Of cold

From Adrienne Rich

2. 
Heart of cold.     Bones of cold.     Scalp of cold.
the grey       the black      the blond     the red
hairs on a skull of cold.        Within that skull
the thought of war      the sovereign thought
the coldest of all thought.    Dreaming shut down
everything kneeling down to cold     intelligence
smirking with cold     memory
squashed and frozen cold    breath
half held-in for cold.    The freezing people
of a freezing nation   eating
luxury food or garbage
frozen tongues licking the luxury meat
or the pizza-crust    the frozen eyes
welded to other eyes   also frozen
the cold hands trying to stroke   the coldest sex.
Heart of cold     Sex of cold     Intelligence of cold
My country    wedged fast in history
stuck in the ice



Enjoy your weekend! Be safe!