no, i will not write this in filipino.
i was texting my best friend oliver asking him to lend me his copy of d.h. lawrence's lady chatterley's lover (art cover illustrated by oliver) in exchange for one carton of marlboro lights. (oliver is a heavy-duty smoker) cutting out our usual pleasantries, we came to the point of his most crucial observation -- that i've retreated back to my truest self: bookworm, writer-worshipper layla. and to which i replied, and thus the explanation of the title, "magpapakasal ako sa papel." i liked the sound of that statement, and the english translation does not seem to have the same impact.
but before we carry on, i implore you to read this article, for it was the catalyst that brought this entry into form and finish:
the boy who was better than books
the nucleus of the write-up: i am sure (as i am already sure that the sheep hasn't eaten the little prince's rose) that a genuine, incontestable love (obsession if you may) for literature will always be of paramount importance in my criteria of men. and by literature i don't mean you parading your hardbound copy of harry potter while having the wild audacity to call yourself a book lover. (you better stop reading if you find that arrogant!)
in fact, the more i think about it, the more i realize i've only been truly happy when i'm with characters and not with people. i'm happy for edmond dantes's well-deserved revenge; i'm happy that scarlett o'hara finally understood rhett butler (even if it was too late of her); i'm happy that raskolnikov found redemption for his crime; i'm happy for madame bovary's and lolita's and anna karenina's meaningful odysseys (for there remains an ounce of happiness even in tragedies)
... i'm happy that victor hugo taught us never to give up on humanity,
... and that annabel lee found the kind of love i could only envy,
... and i wish for the cruelty and injustice to end in animal farm,
... as marquis de sade commands me to lie on the nailbed and embrace the world's harm.
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3 comments:
the ghost of the machine entered in your blog.
nice artikel.
ako, matagal na akong nagpakasal sa papel dangan nga lamang i consider literature as my mistress. :-)
Tulad mo, gustong gusto kong magbasa, usually sa bathroom namin, doon ko mas feel ang pag iisa habang lumilipad ang aking imahinasyon.
I really love my solitude. Sa books ko lang natatagpuan.
if i don't have a boyfriend, i would have asked for your number. ;)
to borrow mikael's words (which he in turn borrowed from milan kundera) it's always nice to meet people from the same secret brotherhood. :)
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