PILAR NEREIDA

the everyday exploits and bursts of ideas from a twenty-something beatnik

Archive for the tag “poetry”

what would Jeff Buckley do

I am bound to infinitely stare at this blank note given by a former lover who refused to tell me the meaning of such clean and crisp white paper crumpled by my frustration to interpret its ghostly writing. Maybe Jeff Buckley will sing me the answer, but then again I can’t rely too much on a dead guy.. . The message just like Mr. Buckley passed away even before I’ve come to know of its existence. ‘Oh, and the sting shall cease’, i can hear thy lover say.. .

PiLar Nereida (01/08/2009)

***photo by Marie Chiong (Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Los Angeles, California)

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the evisceration of you

Writer’s bLock. Shit. I was supposed to write something about you today but thy words have betrayed me and have gone AWOL (hah!). Maybe there’s nothing to write about you anymore, I have grown out my interest in you. Sooo, goodbye horses.. . I’m fLying over you.. .

-PiLar Nereida (05/20/2009)

***photo by Stefanie Lipardo (New York City, USA)

Paper Flight stories?

          Consequent to the Paper Flight exhibit, I wanted to still make use of the photographs that our friends have sent. I didn’t like the idea that it was only used for that one night event, after all they put in so much effort and time in participating that I felt like I owe it to them and the world to showcase such photos. So I decided to make use of the photos by incorporating personally composed short stories and poetry into it, and if at times I may lose my creative will to write, I may just add some information and facts about the place that may be useful if ever you decide to take flight there. So how’s that? Interesting enough? Expect the first ‘Paper Flight story’ in the coming blogs and tell me what you think about it.

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Peace, Love & some RakEnRoll,

Pilar Nereida

***photo by Phaye Alvar (Sta. Clarita, California)

His Narcissus.

He slumbers, I awake
In my desolation I celebrate
My weapon of peace,
Is the nakedness of silence.

photo and words by: Pilar Nereida (01.2011)

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