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8212; espierspectives @ 10:13 AM. What exactly is a theme of a story, and how can I recognize it? The theme of a story is what the author is trying to convey in other words, the central idea of the story. Short stories often have just one theme, whereas novels usually have multiple themes. The theme of a story is woven all the way through the story, and the characters’ actions, interactions, and motivations all reflect the story’s theme. The Catcher in the Rye. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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MEMORY BOX | EDEL GARCELLANO
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Poems Old and New. SHIPWRECKED SAILORS →. March 27, 2015. The picture in your. From the photo you took. Some time ago,. The bartender says,. Quoting a neuro study. To the fellow barfly. In the violet evening. At the wayside cage. Like the shifting plates. In the seismic tremor. The certitude of your senses,. Polluted by the TV scenes. Stored in the caverns. Of your mind,. O remember Marcel Proust’s. A blur of the Real. Once upon a time? O ever are we in the prison house. Who recalls truth perfectly?
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PREFACE | EDEL GARCELLANO
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Poems Old and New. Asked for his bio by the encoder, Edel E. Garcellano, could only text that he lives with his family in Quezon City, along with Kayenne their cat who recently lost his brother Bugsy. His preface completes whatever is worth knowing about his authorship. That’s a major disaster for any bourgeois pedant, haha! Something he knows has been irretrievably lost: What is it he can’t put his finger on? Everyone is in the business of it. Is it despair? It’s just a jive if you ain’t got the money.
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SHIPWRECKED SAILORS | EDEL GARCELLANO
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Poems Old and New. Ars Moriendi →. April 23, 2015. You could be stating. He overheard the bartender. Telling off a guy. At the end of the counter. May have pushed out. An old one,. No one could be sure. Of the actual narrative. That has long been gone. You might as well. Locate the Malaysian flight. In the Indian Ocean. Of prowlers on the site. Is Atlantis lost forever? O How do you separate. A mug of beer. Smiled at the repertoire. Of arguments in the midnight. Did he realize he could be. How do we say.
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Morning After: Final Tribute | EDEL GARCELLANO
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Poems Old and New. Black Poems for August. Poems of Cynicism →. Morning After: Final Tribute. August 4, 2009. Becomes more real,. She, the favored one,. The silence of the room. Once upon a time. She would hie off. Her comforting voice,. Muss her hair,. No longer lives there. How can she wake up. If she were only. A piece of shard. For morning rituals,. For social functions,. To glue them together. To fail wiggling out. Of the punishing grip. To break the silence,. With a vengeance,. But it will all be.
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TERMINABLE RECALL | EDEL GARCELLANO
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Poems Old and New. MEMORY BOX →. March 7, 2015. At the bar table. It often plays tricks. It can fade, shift. To play safe,. From UC, Irvine. The image of what was once. Could be falsified,. New images could have sedimented. Were fixed, extant. O how old memories. By anyone, after all! O she was not. The phantom of delight? In the ocean of the mind. As if drowned in the deepest. Abyss of the ocean floor. She must have placed him. In the backburner of her heart. Even before he had encountered her. He’...
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EDEL GARCELLANO | Poems Old & New | Page 2
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Poems Old and New. Newer posts →. November 27, 2014. Twice at the treatment center. For lack of beds. So Erich Gweah, the son,. Carried back his father. Eventually saw his father. Thrash his hands violently,. With blood spewing out. Did he see himself. On his father’s deathbed? Surely, in the contagion. Loved ones are infected. Suffer the same fate. The government is killing us,. Was collected in a body bag. Dumped into burial site. Much like in the plague. The dead were hauled off. Are spared –. Who wer...
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edelgarcellano | EDEL GARCELLANO
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Poems Old and New. DARK SIDE OF HISTORY. June 28, 2016. Chen Zhou Zhang would badger authorities, where is his corpse so we could bury him? He is still waiting for news about his father, a retired teacher who lived in northwest Beijing. On August 27, 1966, Red Guards descended upon … Continue reading →. LETTER TO YOUNG POETS. May 7, 2016. Creative Writing Center of PUP. How to write poetry. April 12, 2016. 1 How do you read the memory tab of a loved one? Is delirium the encrypted signals of the soul?
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