THE CHESHIRE CATS SHOW

1. Walang Libreng Beer at Pagkain Dito dahil Krisis Ngayon

Presentation by Chai Fonacier

2. Today today today! Now now now! The luxury of anything can happen and The price of knowledge
art by Russ Ligtas.

3. Ug musayaw si Liyo

performance by Liyo Denorte

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September 27, 2008, Saturday. Turtle's Nest, 9pm. (But a performance will start at around 7:30 so come early if you want to see). No entrance fee. Bring a friend if you like. Wear a funky hat. Going wild allowed on that night, in accordance to the Fonacier Birthday Decree B612 which states: Visitors and Celebrant may go mad.

Birthday Decree no. 3.14159: All other September Celebrants may celebrate their un-birthdays as well.

Taym Sa'

ayaw ko talikdi
ayaw ug dagan palayo kanaku
taym sa! hunong kadiyot
ug paminawa ang tukar sa akong bukog
pangitaa ang mga aninipot sa akong kasing-kasing
ug usapa ang mga pulong
gikan sa akong atay

palihug sabta
nga ako para lang gyud kanimo.
kalimti na ang uban
kay wala silay labot
sa atong hampang nga tago-tagoan,
kay ikaw ug ako ra gihapon
ang mag kinit-anay
sa ilaw'm sa takdol nga buwan.

sa tunga-tunga sa gabii,
gusto kong mag gakus ta
nga sa labing kahugot
mawad-an tag ginhawa---
dungan sa imong kalagot:akong kaguol
ug sa atong kasubo,
manga-padpad sa hangin.

mao na nga
palihug,
ayaw ko talikdi
ayaw ug dagan palayo kanaku
hunong sa' kadiyot
ug intawn
ayaw ko biya-i

After Dark (murakami)

Quite nocturnal, i just find it hard to sleep at night. I'm much comfortable when the sun comes down, it would be less hot and the world seems to be much peaceful. as much as i hate being stuck in a traffic jam, i hate walking along dusty road. that's why i like walking alone at midnight (even until dawn). streets are always barren and cold at that time.

it's the time when the puff of smoke from my cigarette turns into a mini cloud and it trembles with its own lightning. It's the time when lamp posts talk with their own shadows. When goats, after a whole day of munching grass, will find its way to trash bins and eat garbage. It's also a time when stray cats try to ask you some stupid questions like: "where have all the fishes fallen when they rained down from the sky" with their nonchalant eyes when you passed them by. furthermore (according to a friend) when you remove the walls from all the houses around the neighborhood, you will see people lying in their sleep (most, if not all) like corpses in an overloaded morgue.

on top of all, midnight is is the best time for me to deviate from the chaotic strings of crowd on a usual daytime.

originally published in 2004, "After Dark" by Murakami, a book that reveals about alienation and social withdrawal. furthermore (as of personal point of view) it captures certain surreal moments when our ever wandering consciousness relentlessly evades our subconscious mind.

...half awake half asleep

A novel where mundane thoughts and banal happenings turn out to be fascinating, while some readers might find it mysterious or whimsical.

it's my 9th Murakami, I red handedly grabbed it from a book shop and have a plan to return it back one of these days.

paghinoktok

ani-a kana sab
naglingkod murag bato
ang mata gatotok
didto lusot sa ding'ding
sa imong kwarto

kanus-a paman ka
mahipukaw sa imong gamatang pagdamgo?
diin imong mga tiil ug kamot
galutaw sa imong kalibutan
nga hagbay ra nihunong
susama sa lingin nga orasan

asa paman ka padulong?
mu-ikyas na sad ka?
imo na sad kung paapason
gikan sa dagat sa Siquijor
ngadto sa langub sa Aprika

matinga nalang ko
nga sa dugay mong
pag-statua
mukalit lang ka'g pagdumdum
sa pag-ginhawa ug
nanghuyos imong baga
human sa lawom nga pagpanghupaw

hahay,
ali na dire bah
haw-as na diha sa
imong atabay
maglakaw-lakaw ta didto sa bukid
bahala na kung kita magaras
bahala na kung kita mangasaag
basta kay mangita tag dalan
padung sa tumoy sa imong kalibutan
hangtud mangahulog ta
didto balik sa imong atabay
diin ang kangit'ngit gitusok
sa gamayng buslot
sa imong paghinoktok

ay, mauwaw ko...

ayaw ko tan-awa
bati kog nawong
adunay daghang buslot
ug butlig-butlig
nga gimpang sablig
sa akong nawong

ayaw totoki
muborot nya nag samot
muhobag, mamula o
basin pa, moboto'
murag bomba

i hope dili ka
ma-turned off
ayaw kabalaka,
mawala ra ni
human sa akong pag-regla

kaybaw baya ka,
nga bag-o ra ko ni-daga
kaybaw baya ka,
nga daghang kahibulungang
nanga'hitabo sa 'kong
kalawasan nga nagpabiling
misteryoso sa pagka'karon

so please
bear with me...
I can show you other things
if you like...
or, if ganahan gyud ka og
adventure, pwede nato
palungon ang suga

kay sulti nila:
"adunay mga sagradong matang
ang makaplagan sa kangit'ngit"

basta kay ayaw lang gyud ug
ka-turned off ha...
kay ako,
pwerte baya ko'g
kaibog nimo
maski ang imong ilong
murag palwa.

bugdo pa sa Monay

gatindog sa akong atubangan,
gabarog ug ga'panting
ang imong himsog na kalawasan

ambi naku kay didto ra ka
mo possing sa stage ug murampa
pero pwede ra sad diay
dinhi sa kilid sa akong katre
dinhi sulod sa akong kwarto

beh, patan-aw sa imong braso beh
oi! kadagko susama sa akong paa
beh, patan-aw sa imong chest beh
oi! kabugdo murag monay ni manong Tinong
beh, patan-aw sa imong abs beh
oi! ka flat, murag gi palo-palo sa
usa ka daku nga baratiya


kalami nimo ingkiton: kagumkum
kalami nimo tilapan: tami-is ug parat-parat
hmn, let me see your face
oh my gosh---you look like Jericho

ok..

nya, mag-unsa naman ta ani---
mag'pa picture?

ode to the celebrant

like a sunset over the lake..
just maybe,
it may seems that
the sun that sets
is the dying flame that wave the rays
of my heartache's arms.

basking

yearning

of a long gone love.
that once sprung up
but chooses to kiss
the tinge line across surrendering
and be forever drowned
in the cold murky waters..

how i yearn for the "could have been" moments
toying around of your vague images
and reach into solitary painful orgasm

how i miss that certain glow
that sparkle from your smile
that gives warmth into my core

but you let me sink into your horizon.
and forever be fading
leaving no trace of memory nor flicker
from your blanket of reverie

as i make my way towards the empty hollow
soon i'll be numb
soon i'll be old to feel what was was
however,
i chose not to forget

how i yearn for the "could have been" moments
toying around of your vague images
and reach into solitary painful orgasm
how i yearn for the one who greyed me out into shadows.
who---

keeps me in the dusk.



-originally posted and edited 09/10/2004