|Gel's brother, Ralph, bought this from Cubao X. Funny title and funny face to match, ftw.|
|National Geographic magazine from 1958.|
|Check out Gel's worried face.|
|True friends. Battling the rain and thunderstorms for Gel.|
|Jimmy Abad - my favorite amongst the readers.|
Gel has been, for the past months, organizing the comeback of Happy Mondays -- a poetry reading night -- with Kissa. The said poetry night’s re-launch was last Monday, Aug 6. Despite news of foul weather, Nicole and I decided to go out on a limb to support Gel’s effort to, forgive the cliché, keep the fire alive.
I remember the violent winds and the terrifying amount and rate of tears from the open skies outside the small space of Tomato Kick. I remember the look on Gel and Kissa’s faces as they alternatingly look at the crowd then at their phones and watches. 7 pm and there were only 3 readers. But I also remember a packed bar, keeping tears at bay as I take in poem after poem. I remember feeling surprisingly inspired, not frustrated or jealous, like always. I remember wanting to pee so bad but not allowing myself to stand and miss a line or two, or an entire poem. TMI I know, but I'm trying to make a point here. The 95th installment of Happy Mondays is a big success and I couldn’t be happier to see how passionate people can be about poetry. It lasted until the wee hours of the morning. In fact, I remember coming home to Gel’s house at almost 3 am after hearing a score of poems about activism, rain, love, captcha, and whatnot. (I also remember Gel really drunk on vodka sprite, but that’s a different story.)
In the end, the point is that there really is nothing like enjoying poetry. With a bottle of beer. And, in the company of good friends.
P.S. Got stranded at Gel’s house until Thursday morning. Smashing Pumpkins concert got cancelled. What do I care, I didn’t even buy a ticket.
The rest of the stranded story here on Nicole’s blog.