how far would you go to slay your demons?
to fight in the holy war?
would you fly?
to find rest from your demons?
would you drive?
if you were told the way?
would it make you feel powerful?
would it make you feel alive?
would you dance among the battle knowing:
it isnt holy to the lions, it isnt holy to the deer
it isnt even holy to most preachers, or their seers
it isnt holy to the ones who order from afar
it isnt holy to anyone here
You are only that last reflection- bounced back from the depths of a damned animals eyes
(just a hand, holding a knife)
would you feel it then?
would that still bring you to life?
would you offer your own blood if it were the other way around?
would you feel holy?
would it make you feel important- feel alive- just for a moment before you die?
do you still want it?
how far would you go to get it?
would you proudly reflect your killers weapon; eyes fixed upon the knife?
or would you be human enough to stay alive?
saw from your fic that you're gonna come to nyc for beetlejuice!! just saw it on nov 12 and it's absolutely amazing, you're really in for a treat <3
(also i promise nyc isn't that scary but maybe that's just cuz im native to the city)
[obligatory apologies for how late this is - just checked my askbox for the first time in months and saw a few things I hadn't had the chance to reply to yet!]
I saw the musical back in nov2019 and jan2020! super weird to think of how different the world [and I] was back then. I was still in high school when I saw the show, and now I'm a sophomore in college! my interests have shifted a lot over the years, but I still find myself humming along to the songs every once in a while.
nyc is a pretty fun city! I love being there for <3 days; past that, I start getting claustrophobic LMAO. I'm a dmv kid at heart!
dawn crosses the loom and folds in again
time is shifting again in the weaves and the weft again
leaves whisper in the trees, bare branches whip the air
this is how wind speaks through the trees again
Wind says to Dawn:
the tapestries always fray around the edges and on this one;
the stones are falling again
the sun is differnt
the ocean too
something is quieter
something has left- have you seen her?
is she a her? is she at all?
I wonder the same
yet in whispers
I sometimes hear the prayers of those who know this earth
of those who know the truth, who do not deign to plead with gods
instead they say it in rounds, singing out
in a timeless sort of spell:
we have never forgotten the change you threw into our fountains
and you must never forget the truth that lies beneath your well
How to Get Your Artwork Featured in an OICA-sponsored Exhibit • Felipa Cheng
Spero Meliora • Judy Kristel Bayalas
For Your Consideration: UP Graduate for Sale • Cidee Despi
Sacrosanct • Gold Steps Productions
open to misinterpretation • Kelcey Alfonso Espejo
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Zenith
Jett Ilagan
Digital photograph
(of found objects, paper, and drawings on ceramic, and film strip)
2019
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Jett Ilagan, a.k.a. escuri, is a music producer, sound and visual artist from Laguna, Philippines. His works explore sound and particularly the idea of “cultural soundscapes” through various methods such as field recordings and personal encounters with the subject environment and its locals.