I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Resolution No. 1
May 19, 2007I am tired of saying
my hands are cold;
and then heat myself
up with it.
Title: Resolution No. 1
Date: March 6, 1995
So exaclty what do I intend to accomplish with this blog?
I would like to answer it this way: No one goes into a one-night stand thinking of marriage. My point being? Let's not ruin something we have barely started by thinking of the end. It's not a project, after all, that we need to measure the results.
What I do want to do is to introduce every blog with a carefully kept poem written so many years back. Just like the one above. It may or may not have something to do with the whole entry of the blog. So there! Resolution No. 1 is barely even a poem but what's stopping us from calling a rose a vegetable, right? Somewhere in the forest is an animal who eats it as its vegetable fare!
I will try to make this blog work for me. I have a Friendster Blog (add me up: dom_yannique@yahoo.com) and a Wordpress Blog, both work related - bloopers in the call center industry - but this blog here I plan to be an honest portrayal of my mental intestines! (Aha! Trying to be a pompous ass!!!)
Years back, when I was in the seminary, I kept a journal. For some time it served simply as virtual blow by blow account of what happened during the day. It lacked bite! During a spiritual direction with a priest, I mentioned in passing that my journal entries are so dry you can "scratch the word dry" on it (remember that commercial in the 80s?). Then the priest said don't edit your feelings or emotions!
Sheesh! All the while I was so cautious that someone might stumble on my journal and begin reading on the entries about repressed sexual desires, a crush on a fellow seminarian, spiritual aridity and things saints used to wrestle with - nyahaha - that I was writing non-sense on my journal. Since then, I wrote so honestly that I sometimes thought, "This couldn't be me!"
So there! I will be honest, and that's scary sometimes…
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