I am Filipina

Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.

Marjorie Celona, Y

Y is for Yasmini Luz.
Welcome to my many meanderings, and, cheers!


I carry deserts in my chest,

the hot sand of silence.

—Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I. Wesleyan, 1991 (translated by  Rosmarie Waldrop)

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“ What right had a man to exist who was too cowardly to stand up for what he thought and felt, for his whole makeup, for everything that made him an individual apart from his fellows, and not a slave to stand cap in hand waiting for someone of stronger will to tell him to act? ”

—    John Dos Passos, Three Soldiers (via talesofpassingtime)

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