misread and misery.
Forget about the fictions
and instead let us speak
and then love.
For the truth is lying
behind the words of desires
for burning and rising
so let us speak
only as poets.
Another piece regarding the art of poetry that I attempted to write. But this time, I connect poetry as a craft to the utterance of affection. Because this should be our way of communication—like a poem, by not necessarily being poets.
In fact, I find the art of poetry interesting, which thus explains why I write about it several times and even apply it in day-to-day life, even to us. In a paper that I wrote for a class, I notice that some Filipino poets talk about ars poetica through their poems by considering it as an avenue where truth should be expressed but in an indirect manner. “For poetry never says; it unsays” according to Ophelia Dimalanta, a favorite poet of mine (and whose poem “Love, Lie Still…” is the inspiration of the piece shown above; I recommend you to search for it).
So through the craft of poetry, I realized that that was how we should speak to each other. Hence, I wrote the poem above, which I have also sent to your inbox.
You admitted that you could not grasp the point of this poem. You even begged for me to expound. But I did not unravel it to you—and I would never. Because that is the point of the poem.
I do not usually explain my side as you know, and you despise that trait of mine. (Perhaps I was already being a poet since then.) At the same time, you rarely share your personal stories. Therfore, I can say that we never really have a true conversation. We may have asked each other where to eat or where to hang out, and we may have shared a few stories from our day, but have we ever asked each other how we feel? What we really want? Or what’s going on with us? Even if we answer, would we say the truth?
Obviously, not. That is why there is the art of poetry. As I have stated, forget about the fictions and instead let us speak poems and then love. Let us utter those abovementioned questions, and then let us answer as poets. Let us not fool each other with those “fictions” concerning our affection. We should state the truth, but in an indirect way.
We should talk about how we keep on returning to the fast food chain where we had our first date. We should remember that we got to know each other when the cocktails hit and the lights began to whirl. We should discuss on why our rendezvous was always at 11 p.m. We should interrogate on why we keep on accompanying each other despite the clashes with our attitudes.
Do not forget that speaking is only applicable through words. Thus, we should remember that our eyes and touches speak. And they are speaking poetry.
In that way, somehow we will be true to each other.
Perhaps it is because we cannot take the truth, which most people are inclined of doing. If we will be honest, we are aware that we know the truth. And yes, it will hurt and make us angry. I know it, which is why I suggest that we express it through poems. At least our touches and words will continue on providing us warmth, though we know that abhorrence and heartbreak flare underneath.
I wish I can believe that someday we can talk while looking straight into each other’s eyes, that we do not have to rely on the art of poetry in order for us to speak. But as I have said, every time we say our feelings forthright, we tend to misinterpret and down one another. Because we all know that truth hurts most of the time.
So we use flowery words and loving actions to utter the truth that we are not supposed to carry on, like how a poem incorporates figures of speech to conceal its actual meaning.
And the fact that we speak poems, we know that another unspeakable truth lies within.