#ophelia dimalanta

[ilaw-at-panitik]

You cry: I want you in any where or Way or how, now or in another time:

Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta, from "The Time Factor" in One Hundred Love Poems: Philippine Love Poetry Since 1905

#Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta #ophelia dimalanta #poetry #philippine literature

[radsage]

That time me and my classmates annotated a beautiful Filipina poem.

Love Woman 2 Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta

#filipino #poetry #annotating books #art of annotating #annotate #poemsociety #daily poetry #poems on tumblr #filipino poetry #woman #female experience

[runin-reads]

Prongsfoot (James/Sirius) as poetry excerpts 

All excerpts are from poems written by Ophelia Dimalanta. I recommend reading the full poems which I have linked below the relevant excerpts!

we have been all the hapless lovers in this wayward world in almost all kinds of ways except we never really meet but for this kind of burning.

From “A Kind of Burning” 

Your cry: I want you in anywhere or Way or how, now or in another time: Your voice thrusts the message in, In this cold age, while the arms Seek warmth in another face

Two age-wrenched passions meet, miss Time’s cues, mistake time’s script, And if time were out today, who cares? Nevermind the lapse in history And in place. 

From “The Time Factor” 

inside, i am raring to cover you, take you, become all of me fire and fluid. when i try to lord it over, empowered, it is because inside i am already slave groveling ready to heed your bidding, … all drool and drivel. and when i try to light you up whole, there is really a part of your flame i would want extinguished to die rekindled in me alone

From “Read Me”

I needed a break from plotting meta and fanfiction so here we go. All of them are very Prongsfoot coded, but Time Factor is especially reminiscent of their dynamic. It’s about two lovers who missed their chance and can't change the past, but maybe sometime in the future they’ll meet again. 

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james x sirius

[thebaronmunchausen]

Ophelia Dimalanta

photo: Jay Javier

[terastallized]

you know im starting to suspect the russos never read the poem The Time Factor by Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta 😔

#it’s a poem about how you missed ur chance and cant change the past but maybe sometime in the future u will meet again #you project onto an imagined future you hope chance a moment of serendipity will bring u back together again #but nope lets stick steve in the past lmaoo nothing that can ever happen inthe future will ever make him happy

[wendellcapili]

National Artist for Literature Edith Lopez Tiempo and iconic poet Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta, at End House, what used to be the residence of Professor Albert Faurot, during the 28th Silliman University National Writers Workshop in Dumaguete City. (1-21 May 1989). The workshop is celebrating its 60th year this year. #sillimanuniversity #sillimanuniversitynationalwritersworkshop (at Silliman University) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdc9868pwff/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sillimanuniversity #sillimanuniversitynationalwritersworkshop

[blogenespanoldeambergarma]

Todo Sobre Mi

Me llamo Amber Buenaventura Garma. Soy tengo dieciocho años. Soy de ciudad de Cabanatuan en Nueva Ecija, pero vivo en un dormitorio en ciudad de Quezon. Nosotros son seis en mi familia: mis padres, mis dos hermanas, mi hermano, y yo. Mi madre, hermana menor, y hermano viven en Cabanatuan. Mi madre es la directora de un colegio en Cabanatuan, y mi hermana y hermano estudia en Cabanatuan también. Mi padre vive en ciudad de Quezon, porque es el director regional de Departamento de Educación en la capital region de Filipinas. Mi hermana mayor vive en ciudad de Manila, porque estudia en Universidad de Santo Tomas. En los fines de semana, todos miembros de mi familia ir a la casa en Cabanatuan. Nosotros comer mucho en la casa, porque mi padre cocina comida muy deliciosa. Mi familia is muy importantes en mi vida.

Soy estudiante de Estudios de Desarrollo en Universidad de Ateneo de Manila. Estudio estudios de desarrollo porque a quiero trabajo en desarrollo de educación. Quiero educación para todos los niños en el futuro. Universidad es muy difícil, pero quiero graduarse con medalla para summa cum laude. Universidad es buen porque me gusta aprender, y porque estoy con mis amigas todos los días. Además, el campus es muy hermosa, especialmente para besar chicos en la noche.

En mi tiempo libre, yo gusta ver series en el Netflix. Por ejemplo, yo gusta One Day at a Time, Sex Education, y Atypical. Mi favorito series son en el género Young Adult, porque me gusta ver drama en las vidas de chicos y chicas. Yo escribo poemas y ensayos en mi tiempo libre también. Me gusta escribir porque leo mucho de libros y poemas de diferentes escritores. Mi escritores favoritos son Naomi Shihab Nye, Ophelia Dimalanta, Rafael Antonio San Diego, y R.J. Palacio. Naomi Shihab Nye es la escritor de mi favorito poema, ‘Famous’. Unos pocos de mi poemas son publicado en revistas y folios, pero quiero ser famoso para mis ensayos personales.

Además, me gusta coleccionar aretes con diseños únicos. Por ejemplo, tengo aretes con diseño de cucarachas y con diseño de ciempiés. Tengo aretes que son mariposas, botellas de agua, peces, y grúas. Me gusta viajar a lugares únicos y comer comidas únicos también. En el futuro, quiero viajar a todos las países en Sudeste Asiático, pero no quiero dormir en un hotel. Quiero ser un backpacker y ir a muchas playas y muchos mercados nocturnos, y comer mucha comida de la calle.

[poeticismism]

Kind of Burning - Ophelia Dimalanta

it is perhaps because one way or the other we keep this distance closeness will tug as apart in many directions in absolute din how we love the same trivial pursuits and insignificant gewgaws spoken or inert claw at the same straws pore over the same jigsaws trying to make heads or tails you take the edges i take the center keeping fancy guard loving beyond what is there you sling at the stars i bedeck the weeds straining in song or profanities towards some fabled meeting apart from what dreams read and suns dismantle we have been all the hapless lovers in this wayward world in almost all kinds of ways except we never really meet but for this kind of burning.

[pauprints]

A Kind of Burning

I faithfully return to this poem every so often in years now for I feel it holds a special place in my heart--a special feeling which only Ophelia Dimalanta can give to me. I know only a handful of poems that give me the similar feeling and yet, they’re all equally distinguishable. Maybe, like a lost child I always feel like looking for this sometimes and every single time it sort of feels like coming back home

it is perhaps because one way or the other we keep this distance closeness will tug as apart in many directions in absolute din how we love the same trivial pursuits and insignificant gewgaws spoken or inert claw at the same straws pore over the same jigsaws trying to make heads or tails you take the edges i take the center keeping fancy guard loving beyond what is there you sling at the stars i bedeck the weeds straining in song or profanities towards some fabled meeting apart from what dreams read and suns dismantle we have been all the hapless lovers in this wayward world in almost all kinds of ways except we never really meet but for this kind of burning

#ophelia dimalanta #akindofburning #poetry #love #literature

[brokenfates]

". . .We have been all the hapless lovers in this wayward world in almost all kinds of ways except we never really meet but for this kind of burning."

- an excerpt from Ophelia Dimalanta's "A Kind of Burning"

#poetry #ophelia dimalanta #a kind of burning #love

[whenwetalkaboutlove]

“do not please shut me/into little corners of this/crummy life.”

Ophelia Dimalanta

#ophelia dimalanta #philippines #poetry #poem

[exit-into-the-light]

Two age-wrenched passions meet, miss Time’s cues, mistake time’s script, And if time were but today, who cares? Never mind the lapse in history And place.

Ophelia Alcantara-Dimalanta (The Time Factor)

#ophelia dimalanta #ophelia alcantara-dimalanta #poetry #filipino poetry #time factor #the time factor #time #cues #scripts #lapse in history #passion #passions

[girlthinkssheisapoet]

A Kind of Burning Ophelia Dimalanta

it is perhaps because one way or another we keep this distance closeness will tug us apart...

#poetry #ophelia dimalanta

[unrealcities]

Montage Monday jolts and she bogs down, a ragbag Splayed off at tangents. Windows To the outside and flecks of faces Spring the morning clear to set her Into her old dimensions. Piece by piece She puts on eight o’ clock, pillows And bedcovers in a tumble pat her In place. The clearest outglass Of grapefruit juice teetering on a silver Tray for breakfast-in-bed exigencies (Both for effect and effectivity) Is for a fact but fictive in the mind. Which holds the moment a little longer, Stalls the stupor of the previous night, Images of her beautiful in blank spaces, Wandering truant like in a private region; Clouds of night jammed in one wicked Corner of sleep. She hoards them Like a child and triumphantly pieces Them into a total singular perspective; Splayed-off tatters of mornings, A dark undisciplined of clouds settled Right into the atmosphere recreating Her Monday-world, jolted suddenly Into the teeth of everyday people And cluttering pans of slapdash. She exudes it now becomingly As she glides and putters about Alternately, spreads it as a haze Enveloping her form, perfectly Dissolved in solid tones and chromes. A jewel durably ensphered in mist, Old gold etched in ever-emerging shades. - Ophelia Dimalanta

#poetry #ophelia dimalanta #made by 'she puts on eight o'clock'

[kapalaluan]

A Kind of Burning

it is perhaps because one way or the other we keep this distance closeness will tug us apart in many directions in absolute din how we love the same trivial pursuits and insignificant gewgaws spoken or inert claw at the same straws pore over the same jigsaws trying to make heads or tails you take the edges i take the center keeping fancy guard loving beyond what is there you sling at the stars i bedeck the weeds straining in song or profanities towards some fabled meeting apart from what dreams read and suns dismantle

we have been all the hapless lovers in this wayward world in almost all kinds of ways except we never really meet but for this kind of burning.

– Ophelia Dimalanta

#Ophelia Dimalanta #Dimalanta #Poetry #A Kind of Burning

[gessorly]

Read Me - Ophelia Dimalanta

whenever my voice flings arrows your way at a fiery pace, read, discover there is that something in me that dies to go gentle. for when i viciously tangle with you trying to throw you off course, inside, i am raring to cover you, take you, become all of me fire and fluid. when i try to lord it over, empowered, it is because inside i am already slave groveling ready to heed your bidding, crawling waves lapping you up sea shore hillocks sky all the way up, all drool and drivel. and when i insolently seek out pulpits to mount my gospel truths, i am really one humped question mark thrashing about for your steadying light. and when i try to light you up whole, there is really a part of your flame i would want extinguished to die rekindled in me alone, and when i am wind taking roots in your solid ground, i am roots as well ready to take flight upon your wings. when i prance around proud in times square. i am child carousing in the greener fringes of the heart's final roosting. read this idiolect, read well, decode, detect, and love me when i seem to hate. --Ophelia Dimalanta

#Ophelia Dimalanta #poems #that something in me that dies to go gentle