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whose voice do you trust? [day 9]

Ang Mapahamak Ay ‘Di Matatakas 
(The Corrupt Will Not Escape, VivaStar Films, 2082)


As told by Atribida:


You’re invited

to look at me.

I occupy 48

of the film’s

102 minutes.

My gift to you.


Recall the first

kiss between heroes.

After eluding

the mook squad,

creeping into Li Po’s

basement party.


No shoulder injury

for me to heal,

no consoling

twitter for his

high-stakes wiseguy

fuckery:


I just went

for his face. Seized him with

both hands, attacked

tender mouth, noses

and teeth pulping


the ugliest kiss ever

on film. Of course

an improvisation.

They kept the cut.

I stole the whole show.

He hated me hated me


even as they cast us

together again, a love-team

for the decade. A foward

woman fascination.

Adoring my domination,

his constant grasping


plummeting into canyons.

A simple craving

just to say

I’ve tasted him

and it was only

okay. To fluster


the unfuckwitable.

The moment

replicates itself

at the cellular level.

New generations

of badder bitches


than me, getting theirs

with cunning puns

and stiffer nipples,

burning down

the silver screen.

Constructed with words from Jai Arun Ravine, Ching-In Chen, Pia C., Yul Brynner (via Jai Arun Ravine), and Santigold.

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Prompts

Cathy Park Hong reading “Ballad in O,” which has only one vowel sound in the whole poem:

In the dark times, will there also be singing?
Yes, there will be singing.
About the dark times. 

—Bertolt Brecht, via Oscar Bermeo

Jai Arun Ravine:  

As an exhausted silence settles over the table, well into my cups, I\’ll look straight at camera and sarcastically say, in my most unctuous, television \”host-sums-up\” voice, \” So….What have we learned today?\” This is a cue to producer and shooters that I\’m fucking DONE. That it\’s time to \”get some wides\”, meaning, the crew steps way back and shoots some generic \”wide shots\” from a distance.

Anthony Bourdain

Ching-In Chen:

“ ….
into the lap of woods. Roots
trade many stories; branches cradle secrets; birds,
on the other hand,
do not trust
birds.

—from Arlene Kim’s What have you done to our ears to make us hear echoes?


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Housekeeping

Please post in the comments section of this blog entry with: 1) your writing in response to today’s writing(s) and 2) a prompt or question to share for tomorrow.

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