Kean Tayag
(March 4, 1988 - March 16, 2010)
Breaking into that mischievous smile with ease, I remember you as someone who is always so easy to laugh. If you were with us this afternoon there’s no doubt it would have been heaps fun poking around your hometown, skating on your longboard, your intricate tattoo sleeve scraping on the pavement. It’s difficult not to marvel at your tenacity simply because you are an outlaw with a heart of gold.
Life in film school has never been without stress, but it’s people like you, who are so full of life and have so much talent, make it all worthwhile. You work your magic with an ineffable cool, and it never fails to translate beautifully on screen. Now that I look back at it, you made a comment on my film that made me truly happy during my first screening night.
I’ve only know you for a short time but I’ll miss you so much duduy. I walk past your apartment, reeling, trying to get used to its empty state. Your cigarette pack’s still sitting by the windowsill. We all know it’s going to be there for awhile.
Ang panget ng make-up mo kanina duduy ano bang pumasok sa utak mo ah? Abangan mo kami dyan sa kabila at babanatan ka namin ng solid.
Posted March 18, 2010 at 2:54pm
Having a coke with you
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
—Frank O’Hara
Posted November 23, 2009 at 2:06am
Reblog to get these goods to the victims! #BayanihanWeb2.0
Please, and thank you!
Manila is experiencing the worst flooding it’s had in decades. Twitter is abuzz with hotlines and horrible news of loved ones stranded on their rooftops, waiting for rescue. Houses are flooded, property is being destroyed, and that’s only for the people who actually have homes. I shudder to think of what’s going unreported and what it must be like for the people who haven’t got a roof over their heads.
I’m so thankful to be safely at home on high ground.
Please, keep Manila in your prayers, and try to gather relief goods — old clothes, canned goods, etcetera, because when this storm is over, there are going to be people who will need them. We need to do what we can to help.
I wish it were this easy
So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you’re still smiling.
