The Poet is In 
Collection of poetry from Alicia’s poetic diary
 
Alice in the 
Poet's Heartland 
A collection of delightful and insightful poetry of both seasoned and fresh poets
Leis of Isles 
“ People in their native domains. Their reminiscences and repertoire of folklore. Some reflections on local rituals in mountain shrines and temples. These blend with my own reveries and evocations to comprise the leitmotif in this tapestry of poems: Tao po….more than just a travelogue in verse, this collection is on the whole an affectionate and ethnographic attempt at re-enacting a virtual pilgrimage to those destinations, customary rites, revelries and agonies that are mostly accessible to anyone wishing, for some reason or another, to go island hopping and consequently bring home glimpses of the Filipinos’ multifaceted cultural domains…”

Cradle of the Moon 
  Alicia survived losses of catatonic amplitude and has redeemed herself from the ashes of the Phoenix and now waxes poetic with unfettered mind and verbose pen. Alicia Ynez is Alice in The Cradle of the Moon. A book that began with two sections: one containing an incongruous mixture of poetry that overturn prosaic deliberations into intentional studies of the art where one finds attempts at sonnets and haikus; and another containing the same attempts, this time into versified studies of simplified versions of ancient literature from Plato’s dialectics to Smollet Tobias’ epistolary, however the paradigmatic exercises somehow were lost in the pursuit of Alice in the Proem’s Heartland whose only fault remains this insatiable curiosity, a proclivity to eat more than what she can chew so that over the span of years the motley of writings from “Mademoiselle Bovary, Je Ne Pas Trop” to “The Love of the Virgin of Naples and WS” to “Dr. Faustus and the Apocalypse in the New Millennium” to “Trailing Intellectual Leads in the MAD TEA PARTY” to “Like Ms. Emily Dickenson FELT A FUNERAL IN HER BRAIN” to “I Once met Nothing and I became Nothing too” to “Romancing Khalil Gibran”to “Sylvia Plath’s LADY LAZARUS” to “Year 1770 with Jean-Jacques Rousseau when curiosity killed the cat” to “The God of my Religion” to “Ad Unguem” to “When Alice met a Walking Proem” to “The Poem of the Its Story” to “Dear Dr. John Loverly” has greatly evolved into Theosophical poetry that live out the humanity of Alice in the surreal....

Excerpts:

-Poetry
Akasha
How long is forever?

-Essay
"Vita Brevis, Ars Lunga"
 



The Kingdom Within 

 What prompted Alice to surface from the looking-glass and begin to read life in theosophical context? It was the rabbit without the watch in the person of the record holder of the Filipino poet of the year, Tomas Agulto who kept her in countenance round-the-clock. “Be true to yourself!” he admonished, so down the rabbit hole she went and made peace with her disparate selves. So thus Alice has metamorphosed into Juanita along the way. The aftermath of the bumpy ride down the familiar hole has her prose and poetry treading sacrosanct grounds because the truth cannot be further from her reality with God. So then if ontological argument is to be considered, the onus probandi thereof rests solely on the germ of thought that precipitated from the reality - the same one staring it in the eye because faith will never compromise with reason.

The Onus Probandi

“If my interlocutor desires to convince me that Jupiter has inhabitants, and that his description of them is accurate, it is for him to bring forward evidence in support of his contention. The burden of proof evidently lies on him; it is not for me to prove that no such beings exist before my non-belief is justified, but for him to prove that they do exist before my belief can be fairly claimed. Similarly, it is for the affirmer of God's existence to bring evidence in support of his affirmation; the burden of proof lies on him.”

Annie Wood Besant
--Why I do not believe in God
quotes@philosophermag.com
12May 2004

The Poet lived out His poetry in me and so I no longer need to write my interlocutor about taxonomic data with an accompanying affidavit to desist from further implicating my good self, because ignorance is not a crime; however there are acquired facts in my head that went the way of a tumor, suffice it to say that they are right about formal dogmatic atheism as being self-refuting. I can never draw poetry from it.

I quote this time Herbert Spencer whose agnosticism had me memorizing his lumbering phraseology “…which while admitting the rational necessity of postulating the Absolute or Unconditioned behind the relative and Unconditioned objects of our knowledge declares the Absolute to be altogether Unknowable to be in fact the Unknowable about which without being guilty of contradiction we can predicate nothing at all except perhaps that It exists.”
Here lies the Poet’s Onus Probandi and never mind if His poems speak for themselves in life.
Juanita

  Excerpts:

-Poetry
Kingdom Within
Crosspaths

-Essay
Ipse Dixit



 
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