Pinoy Poets

Law for Art's Sake

A series of lecture/sharing sessions on Philippine laws governing the arts (specifically copyright and contracts) entitled Law For Art's Sake (Summer 2007 session) will be held on April 21, 28, and May 5, 12, 19, 26 from 11 am to 12:30 pm at the BlueWings ArtSpace, 2nd Floor, Rafa's deli + cafe, Unit C 10 Xavierville Ave., Loyola Height, Quezon City.
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Res Ipsa Loquitor

The first one-woman photo exhibit of Billie Sue Go-Lim entitled Res Ipsa Loquitor will open on 26 March 2007 at the Bluewings ArtSpace, 2nd Floor, Rafa's deli + cafe, 10-C Xavierville Avenue, Loyola Heights, Quezon City.
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Performance Poetry Pound Plenty

Roger Robinson of the renowned UK-based performance poetry group Apples & Snakes will be in Manila for the British Council's live literature programmes this month.
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Kapusuan: Gabi Ng Panitik at Pag-ibig

Inaanyayahan ng Linangan sa Imahen Retorika at Anyo (LIRA) at ng Conspiracy Bar ang lahat na maghandog ng tula ng pag-ibig para sa Valentine edition ng ConspiWriters Night sa ika-13 ng Pebrero, mula ika-7 hangang ika-9 ng gabi sa Conspiracy Bar, Visayas Avenue, Quezon City.
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Anima, A Celebration Of Being

Celebrate Halloween early with poetry and music with Anima, a celebration of being at Rafa’s Deli+Café on October 14, 2006, Saturday, 6 pm.
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We'd like to see your own original verse! Submit your poetry to PinoyPoets and get the chance to have them posted on the site!

We would be glad to have you with us as we pay homage to the Muses of the Written Word.

Leftover Night,

EO R. Cedeno

Something died
in the middle of my dinner, you know.
A fly must have thought
it had enough of this world, and so
it took a dive into
my bowl of soup, half-empty
and already finished.

Six legs, two wings
flailing half-heartedly
for exactly three seconds
twenty-seven more, I sat watching
a dead fly in a stock as flat
as a dinnertime conversation.
It was over
when you saw, pointing out
how disgusting I was, didn't I know that?

I watched a dead fly go down
the drain. Thirty years flailing
half-heartedly in a flat soup
and not yet choosing to stop.

It has been so long.