Frantic

FRANTIC*

Reya Bato



Three steps to the left

Two to the right

Then a stumble

Woozy

Where are those twiggy limbs going?

Swaying from side-to-side

He is dancing in a fast frenzied rhythm. #rebato


20th May 2012


*This word is running frantically from the walls of my brain looking for escape.

Another History

I got a chance to read again.

Holy cow! I just realize while typing this that it’s been almost four months that I haven’t read nor write anything sensible.

(*think* *think* *think* *focus*)

Returning to what I was trying to say...

I got a chance to read again: Murakami, “Norwegian Wood”. It is an account-type of narration by the protagonist, very usual way of narrating but Murakami has this style of putting bizarre things into something reasonable that the reader will not find them odd. I don’t have any intention of analyzing his novel here. I just have this sudden urge to write something (…and dream that someday it will be my own masterpiece). Haha!

The protagonist, Watanabe, wrote his story so he would keep his promise to Naoko that he will not forget her. He was 35 years old when he wrote the story which happened 20 years ago. He wrote things from his memory when what happened were starting to fade.

So I decided to write until things are still fresh and vivid. I want to write those now that I can still feel the emotions clinging to it. I think it is a waste to write when the emotions become just a hollow sound inside you.

(*type* *type* *type* *backspace*)




But the problem is when your experiences are fresh – when everything is too sharp and clear – you can never even produce a line to start your story. So it is better to keep it that way. Let the things become memories. Let the feelings die away. Let your story becomes history. Then you can write.

Fog

Fog

Reya Bato



Obscurity veils over the vast land

hiding the tangible before the eyes

it is an illusion, a master of disguise

confounding the mind into discordance.



17th October 2011




A lesson from the fog today:



When our vision is clouded and our mind is in a fog, do not make a move, bide the time, wait until the sun breaks through to see everything clearly and that will be the best time to act.

Lurking

Lurking

Reya Bato



Lurking in the shadows

you are unaware of my chase

I trail your course

then watch you move

I stick around and wait



upon the moment you are

defenseless,

I will invade.#





15th October 2011

Tanka - Pour Honey

Pour Honey

by Reya Bato



Old pages reviewed --

bygone days had been exposed

-- two crushed hearts found out.

Bitterness shrugged off anew,

it’s a forgotten old wound.



11-Sept-2011

Babala – Magsusuot Ako ng Lila Kung Ako Ay Lipas Na

BABALA – MAGSUSUOT AKO NG LILA KUNG AKO’Y LIPAS NA
ni Reya Bato

(Salin sa Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple ni Jenny Joseph)


Magsusuot ako ng lila
kung ako ay lipas na
may ternong sumbrerong
pula na baduy sa panlasa.

Sustento ay sa kandila,
guwantes at serbesa
mapupunta, at sasabihing,
wala ng pera para sa mantikilya.

Uupo sa aspalto kung hapo,
sasabsabin ang mga patikim,
at ang mga alarma ay pipindutin,
ang baston ay sa barindilya
padadaanin , at aking babawiin
ang mga ginawang pagtitimpi
sa nakalipas na sandali.

Sa ulan ay lalabas nang walang
tsinelas, pipitas ng mga bulaklak
sa hardin ng may hardin
at ang pagdura ay papraktisin.

Maari na ring kalimutan ang diyeta
at lumulon ng tatlong librang
longganisa o buong linggong
kumain ng tinapay at atsara.
May rason na rin para mangolekta
ng bolpen, lapis, mani,
at anik-anik sa kahita.

Ngunit sa ngayon, kailangan
munang maging huwaran
sa mga kabataan, manamit
ng kapita-pitagan, at magbasa
ng pahayagan, magbayad ng renta
at hindi magmura at maghanda
ng salo-salo sa mga kakilala.

Ngunit nararapat yatang
ako ay magsanay na
nang hindi na magtaka ang iba
kapag ako ay lipas na at suot ay lila.


28th August 2011

Original Text:

Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph


When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.


You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.


But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

On Silence: Stop Overtalking and Underthinking

On Silence: Stop Overtalking and Underthinking
Reya Bato


One of my favorite fictitious characters in the world of novels is Clara del Valle Trueba, the clairvoyant daughter of Severo and Nivea. It is not her paranormal powers which roused my interest in her character but the idea that at the age of ten, she stopped speaking for nine years. How did she do that when in this noisy world, talking becomes one of the ways to acknowledge that a person really exists? There is a fear of silence in today’s generation. It seems that being silent is being oppressed. Everyone wants to be heard. Just look at the social networking sites, all are talking, worrying, giving their opinion, saying what they have done, what they own, what they are feeling, thinking or doing at the moment. Do they still have time to absorb what they had said?

I like to talk. I, too, am guilty of overtalking and underthinking. There are many situations when someone told me to stop talking and listen first. Many people have been hurt by my spontaneous talking and I experienced being in a soup because of my carelessness.

The Bible has a lot to say about keeping the mouth shut. One of them is Proverbs 21:23 - ‘Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue keeps himself out of trouble’. It is likely impossible to speak a lot and not to hurt others, intentionally and unintentionally. The longer we talk, the more insensitive response, unkind word, and gossips we are having. Keeping our mouth and tongue can be used to lessen our vulnerability. The more we become silent, the less impulsive we become. Through silence, we can slow down, genuinely listen, and think. We can have a full awareness of the situation and handle it considerately.

Hush...

There are many things to say but the best way to summarize them is to remain silent, methinks. #


25th August 2010