On a fairly empty jeepney ride, I eavesdropped on two young people in conversation. They were talking about travel to different places. The half that was the young man had been all over -- "I think Pagadian is the only place I haven't been to yet," he said. The other half, a young woman, lamented wistfully: "The farthest I've been is to Nabunturan."
To you, young miss, I offer this prayer: that the winds and your feet take you far, that you meet many friends and have many adventures, and that you always find your way home. Amen.
[soundcloud url="https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/272443116" params="color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false" width="100%" height="166" iframe="true" /]Tonight's poem is Prospectus to the Author's Incomplete Fat Volume on "The Achievement of Balagtas" by E. San Juan Jr. San Juan is another author I am not familiar with, but he has quite the selection of poems in A Native Clearing. I found this testy piece, a riposte to Filipino-only literature, quite amusing.