They say you slipped away
In the glorious morning sun.
Yet even the quietest leave-taking
Is beyond you who are now purest light.
All that you held
Barely contained
Burst forth in fire
Consuming all tears.
Each word crafted
Shines forth brighter than stars.
Each image holds itself aloft
With no effort at all:
Masterfully...
*My humble tribute to Poet and National Artist for Literature Cirilo F. Bautista
nothing comes easy
nothing by way of gain
or loss, neither in this life
nor the next, or that belligerent
other; all comes with a price
silence, to some, weeping
to others; what a scary thought
to be...
Exile
By: Cirilo F. Bautista
I want to write about life and deathlessness and the sea,
the rampage and calm and full flow of blood and bread
on cutting board, each in its own time to be tallied
against the conscious duties of government full of its
own importance,...
What to make of him, I do not know really. Maybe, he is all that I do not think and none that I do. Maybe not. Or who knows?
He is broad of forehead and with small, round eyes that are at once bold...
I can’t recall exactly when and where I first met Cirilo, but it must have been in the late 1970s, likely at a Palanca awards night or some literary gathering, infrequent as that was in those days. Much earlier, I had been so...
Delivered at De La Salle University, 20 March 2006
I have to give thanks to Dr. Marjorie Evasco, Marj to us who consider ourselves her goodfriends, for this chance to look again, with fascination and some trepidation, at the poetry of Dr. Cirilio F....
As the PHAPCares Foundation trains its sights to commemorating its 20th year of helping improve the lives and health of Filipinos, the collective corporate...
THE ETERNAL WOMAN
The eternal womancomplainsabout the quality of breadin the kitchen.
Nor do I growlback at herthough she angers melike a nail in my foot.
MOONCURSE
Although...