SABBATICAL NOTES. 27 FEB 2014. N6. THE DAY THE WARAY WRITERS CAME.
WE HAD A DAY OF LAUGHTER, the Waray poets and this lowlife sometimes passing himself off as Ilokano academic.
I refer to Ms Janis Claire Salvacion and Prof Michael Carlo Villas, two of the Tacloban veterans of the tragic.
That is the Haiyan for you if one is from the US, or Yolanda if one is looking at the Eastern Visayas sea as his reference.
I forgot what I called Michael, but it should be something like a Waray poet who refuses to write poetry, and Janis, a Waray woman poet who has gone past trauma by postponing her grief and by not thinking poetic at all.
Today is nothing else but blessed. Two Waray poets blessing this Ilokano from out of nowhere is something that does not happen everyday.
We partook of something Japanese, with that miso mix of whatever herbs there were, and then run to Bread Talk for the dessert of high-fallutin bread that would go with our Starbucks.
Ah, about four hours of laughing vociferously and thinking critically and reflecting conscientiously and decapitating everyone that stands in the way of our mind's progress is something to remember for the years to come.
Thank you, Waray poets of the people!
27 Feb 2014