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The Mystery of Moths
The Mystery of Moths
By Rosalinda Flores-Martinez Submitted On March 13, 2012
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What is it with moths, insects and flies?
Why in their minute bodies or heads, they threaten humans?
Why in their strangeness, they symbolize wrath, fun, seasons, danger or calm?
I'm fond of fireflies. When I was younger I thought they were sent by fairies from deep dark forests. I asked my grandfather (father of my Dad) when we crossed thick forests in the night, "Are there really fairies in the forest?"
And he answered, "Yes."
I was into it. I adored his stories, even those horses with human heads. Up the sky, we looked, and it was so beautiful! Truly, the sky in blue was vast, the stars brightly smiled to us, and to all those who looked above.
I was not afraid of the forest then. I was thinking, if we didn't find the way out, we would reverse our shirts to find the way out. My grandfather laughed. He was so brave, a real man! Like an Indian chief he can roar with command, and those who would see him would bow with respect.
There were clusters of fireflies in the forest. Their lights blinked like party lights, but they were brighter, yellow and happy. They were more than fireworks dancing. Their lights never faded and never ended in the dark. When I tried to get one firefly, my grandfather told me "You shouldn't do that because the fairies might punish us." So I didn't catch them. When I came in the house and there were still some fireflies, I got one and put it in a bottle. But soon, the firefly died.
As I traced back, the issue was not the punishment from the fairies, but the right thing to do.
I can also remember another famous story on the moths. It was told by (mother of Filipino national hero Dr. Jose Rizal)) Teodora Alonso. The story shares the idea that when the moths come near the flame they will burn. So stay away from the flame.
Another story is William Golding's (awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature) Lord of the Flies. See what boys are like in the challenge of various situations. The title shows a terrifying boar's (beast) head with flies buzzing around. What are the effects of environment to the children?
How about Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis? In the story, the insect cannot be depicted clearly because the door is always locked. When the door opens, there is darkness. What can you say about the cinema of the blind?
The Moths by Helena Maria Viramontes comes stark with a woman's anguish. The story gives emphasis when Abuelita (grandmother) died. It says, "Then the moths came. Small and gray ones that came from her soul and out through her mouth fluttering to light..."
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How I Write Poems
There are many books and essays on how poems are made, Rilke's How Poems Happen, How I Write, or like George Orwell's Why I Write...
In as much as, I want to gather all the fibers that have been woven and thread them together at this time, I will share how I weave my own, as taught, as read, as practiced, and with all due respect to my professors and other writers and poets.
When I was an MFA student, I was a mother who wanted more than 24 hours of a day to get closest to the life I lived. That ranges from the 20th century (December 1, 1901 - December 31, 2000) and the 21th century (January 1, 2001 - December 31, 2100) now, where I will end.
I must admit, I was chipped before the boom of technology. From the magnetic tapes on checks and tickets, I evolved with internet cards and got promoted with servers today. That was how I lived.
Everyday, I was a witness as to how technology evolved from big mobile phones, car phones, antique phonograph and stereos, boom box, first cars with automatic windows, karaoke, microwave, remote controls, laser discs, Altec Lansing speakers, automatic cars, control switches, bio prints, digital cameras, the lap top, notebooks, PC tablets, the complication and elegance of Apple, fame of Blackberries, my tape recorders for work, my Neo laptop damaged by lightning, and my Nokia phone (which I call user friendly) that can only use the text mode due to a writers budget, in some point of my life. Don't forget the Sega games; and now everything online, Twitter and Facebook as with dictionaries and translations, ezines and ebooks. Hence, a blast of high technology and our global community!
Back then, poems were made years, months, or some of them from spark of muses. Poems were crafted, revised many times, simmered, and some just still on stones, mossed. I recommend for reading, "A Passionate Patience," by R.M. de Ungria and "Twentieth Century Pleasures" by Robert Hass, among others. Also, read poems of contemporary poets and teachers like Eric Gamalinda, Cirilo Bautista, Marjorie Evasco, Tony Perez, Luisa Igloria, Zeus Salazar and Albert Casuga.
As for me, I sing on pages online. I go naked. Maybe. it is that POM in fiction of Isagani Cruz. I send and submit as fast as technology can communicate first drafts, after fire from prayers, other texts, and reading materials. Take for example, the prose prayer poems I had written and attempted based on the Psalms, where I read and wrote only because of God's grace and maybe from God's mercy, too. It is because I lived with the Psalms all throughout my happiest and saddest times. Moreover, I set myself, a deadline, an output for a month that I must produce. Revisions will be later.
My work is to think. Now I am an android built with a heart. That is how fast I can write a poem; press me, press my heart and I will zoom and burst in you words. I deal with symbolisms and images, as well. I experiment because I didn't have enough chances to go out, when I was still younger. So now, while there's still fire in me, I am living in fiction and my poems to pull back the years I have missed. In the future, perhaps, revisions would be easier because the poems online, are archived and could be published until then, whether paid or free for all. By that time, I will be very old or dead. Thank you for reading my poems.
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Sunday, November 14, 2021
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
Tuesday, November 2, 2021
Two Poems from the Philippines, by Marjorie Evasco
Sunday, October 31, 2021
Sunday, October 17, 2021
Sunday, October 10, 2021
Friday, August 13, 2021
The Last Kingdom
The
Last Kingdom
The
series "The Last Kingdom" is a blockbuster, as the book of Bernard Cornwell
depicts history larger than life. Thank
you for the actors, staff and production who worked hard for us/viewers to
enjoy watching and think about passion, honor and fate. The good values, as well, cannot tarnish any
man of his faith, if for love of humanity.
We saw how leaders and people pray earnestly, how some monks are made to
choose paths, how the heathen become good at heart and about courage to realize
an oath. Blessed days ahead for
everyone! Oh, yes, I'm a fan of Uhtred and everyone there, and of course,
Cornwell! Yay!
The Cook of Castamar
Thanks
for the shared enigma of camaraderie and good work of people weaving them
together in unity. Splendid!
Cathedral of the Sea
Cathedral
of the Sea
I
was wondering about the cathedral.. In a sad story of lashing, hanging, and
punishment I still can't stop watching because of the church's luster. Indeed, the narration in the
end, was touching and in depth with the Mother's love, the Mother of the
Sea, the Virgin Mary, your mother and mine.
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
In August. From Netflix/You Tube. OUTLANDER
OUTLANDER
Depicts
genuine love of family, loyalty to friends and vows, charity for the unfortunate. Congratulations to the book author Diana Gabaldon, to the production and staff, to the
actors/actresses commendable endeavor! Outlander is stunning and
educational!
On August 10, 2021. Must Watch on Netflix . MERLIN
Merlin
Can't
stop watching Merlin... It brings back a kid's memory of fairy tales and
the fun of enchantment for young and old, alike. It brings you back learning the basic morals
in life and a vision of possibilities a good heart can win. Thank you.
Sunday, June 13, 2021
Tuesday, May 25, 2021
Sunday, May 23, 2021
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Friday, April 23, 2021
Sunday, April 18, 2021
Friday, April 16, 2021
Monday, April 12, 2021
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Monday, March 1, 2021
Friday, February 26, 2021
Thursday, February 11, 2021
Wednesday, February 10, 2021
IN FEBRUARY. DARE ME TO LOVE YOU
D
A
R
E
ME
TO
L
O
V
E
YOU
Dare me to love
you, in the spaces of my imagination where there is no reality.
Dare me to sleep
with you and chain me to your heart.
Dare me to seek out
adventures of life where our mouths suck each other’s tongue.
Seize me not to
think, but only love you.
I will let you touch me now.
All those years
we've grappled to remain pure.
The flesh grows
old, but then blood would always be clean in a spectrum of rainbows.
Your colors are
elegant to me.
Your vivid sense of
loyalty and stand illuminates salvation.
Our houses keep
me.
They make me strong as a bull, but scared as a baby when you go.
When would you come
back?
When would you sing
out your heart?
When would we read
again, then stop and kiss?
Our emotions will not furrow, I tell you not.
I would not allow
it.
God has built you an android beating.
I live from time to
time, newly created.
My poems forever
will speak of zeal.
It is meant for you.
Dare me
again.
Be with me on the subway, in the library, in the park or kneel with me side by
side.
Dare me to love
you.
Seize me not to think, but only love you.
I will stay.
I promise.
