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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

My secret senses nobody knows

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January 31, 2006

I called Mrs. Cantiveros of The Filipino Journal to inform her that I already e-mailed the condensed version of the article, "I Miss You," that she wanted to publish in the newspaper's Valentine's issue.

I continued reading The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan. The character of Kwan reminded me of some of the concepts I learned from reading Carl Jung books—that the myths and even the realities in the mind of every individual are subjective, depending on her culture and the society in which she grew up, familial idiosyncrasies, and quality of education.

I spent two hours on my homestudy—reading the course module, Success in Society: Studies in Human Relations, and highlighting concepts and writing down notes.

While studying, my favorite music was playing softly in the background. On the player were albums by Balloon, Benny Profane, Bill Pitchard, Desert Wolves, James, and Modern English.

Before dinner, I watched In Her Shoes (2005) on DVD, starring Cameron Diaz. Obviously, I liked the scenes in which her character, Maggie Feller, was reading poems.

A small portion of my poetry-book collection

The poems featured on the film were "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop and "i carry your heart with me(i carry it in" by e.e. cummings.

Several days ago, my Charlotte sent me a Friendster message in which she included the e.e. cummings poem. Such coincidence! Perhaps she also saw the movie.

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
..................................................i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


  • At Saturday, February 04, 2006 7:21:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    nope, havent seen it time...but im glad im THIS busy...otherwise il prolly just mope all day.

    get some sleep, baby.



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