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.

A Cartography Session With Mr. Batuta

Rhodge Fernandez

This is your claim: No one has made a map
of you. And so the mountains, grand canyons,
great rivers of your self remain unknown.

As we drink our second cup of coffee, I see the sign –
the North Star of your eyes flicker. It is time, a dare:
let me try to survey your fabled land.

If you could let my feeble fingers measure
every inches of your skin, the summit
of the mountains of your arms, the depth

of the grand canyons in your abdomen,
the great rivers of your darkened hair, I will.
If you could just let my tongue do a study

of every crevice, every single detail of your body,
I will mark them down in my mind - one by one,
an attempt to name them after the record

I make of the sound of your moans and groans,
in words we both understand. So those nipples are
named Desire, the navel becomes Passion,

and the penis, Salvation. This is how I plan
to make a map of your self, to be lost in the midst
of a night of shared cups of coffee and late talks,

finding myself wrapped in your arms:
wondering, wandering.