Categories
letters writing life

Letter, 4021

Dear Scientist,

I hope this finds you well. Where I come from, a pandemic has wiped out more than two million people all over the world (and counting). The Chinese government has not taken responsibility for this tragedy, more contagious strains are spreading, and people everywhere are anxious about the future. Deep down, we know the world will never be the same. And as luck would have it, our own government is using the virus as a smokescreen to control and silence the masses.

The economy is in shambles, yet the ultra-rich continue to profit. I cannot stress how glaring the disparity has been. It’s as if solutions are only worth pursuing if it has profitable terms. Never mind saving millions of people, they say. The idea: self-preservation, a practical greed. Then again, protecting human life is a tall order when your own leaders sanction state murders. I cannot further elaborate how exhausted and frustrated we are. It is paralyzing. Helpless. All these happening within less than a year.

How is your world now? I imagine you’ve developed vaccines to prevent this from occurring again. Perhaps you’ve successfully vaccinated over 80 percent of the world’s population. I’d hate to think anti-vaxxers still exist in your century. I find it hard to believe they’d survive. But I guess stupidity transcends death. More than that, I loathe organized propaganda against access to quality education. Imagine spending billions to keep societies in the dark. No wonder many are burdened with distrust. They manipulate people and lead them to their demise. I do not know where to place my anger anymore.

How is your world now? I imagine you’ve developed vaccines to prevent this from occurring again. Perhaps you’ve successfully vaccinated over 80 percent of the world’s population. I’d hate to think anti-vaxxers still exist in your century. I find it hard to believe they’d survive. But I guess stupidity transcends death. More than that, I loathe organized propaganda against access to quality education. Imagine spending billions to keep societies in the dark. No wonder many are burdened with distrust. They manipulate people and lead them to their demise. I do not know where to place my anger anymore.

The truth is, I’m afraid for the future. Scientists have cautioned we should brace ourselves for new viruses. The arctic is melting and it’s releasing all kinds of unknown microbes. And as cities keep encroaching on forests, contact with animals is inevitable. A global pandemic will certainly happen again. So I wonder. How has your time fared? I believe you have more problems by now.

Have you found the cure for cancer? I wonder if the Amazon forest is still around. I’d be sad to hear about the extinction of trees and the number of species that have died out. Do we have enough clean water for everyone? More importantly, is the Earth still alive? I’d like to think an asteroid has not collided with our planet. If not, has it turned into a graveyard of filth? I hope not. Right now, we still have five billion years before the Sun begins to die. But I gather you do not have the luxury of time.

Is it true that humans can live up to 500 years? I don’t get this obsession with longevity. There must be something wrong with not accepting you will die. But I will admit, I think it’s cool if humans can have robotic parts and enhancements. Speaking of robots, have androids started organizing against humans? Or are they as subservient as ever? What kind of wars that might bring. I guess you’re facing a whole new level of social issues. Right now, I don’t see racism ever going away.

By then, I imagine human colonies have occupied the moon and Mars. Perhaps other distant galaxies. Maybe you’d forge alliances with aliens? Provided they actually bother communicating with you. Sadly, I think only the ultra rich will survive long enough to thrive in other planets. Along with their servants. I wonder what the future would mean for most of us, without that kind of privilege.

In any case, I hope this finds you well. I hope you are way better. I’d like to think the world would be wiser. That you’ve learned from the past. Right now, I really don’t think so. I hope I’m proven wrong.

A reminder,

2021

**I wrote this for a #WriteNight event, with the theme Letters to the Future. Edited it a bit. It’s hard for me to think about the near future. So I wrote a letter to be read 2,000 years later. It’s also comforting to know I won’t be alive by then.

To join the #WriteNight writing community and take part in writing events, you may check out our Discord server. See you there!

Categories
writing life

Seen

Around three years ago, after almost six years in graduate school, I defended my master’s thesis in poetry. Out of everything I tried to process that day about craft and the creative process, one comment particularly struck me. My panelist, Dr. Isabela Banzon, remarked: “You just want to be loved.” This was after commenting on several poems with themes about relationships and struggling to find a sense of belonging.

It was a strange thing to hear during a thesis defense. Of course, it felt like an overreading, a kind of subtle accusation. But I guess as readers, we can’t help but project how we feel about creative work. And these ideas are inevitably anchored back to the author, even when they’re dead. Anyway, I wondered exactly what she meant.

Fast forward to 2020, after more than seven months in quarantine (with brief occasional trips to appreciate the world outside), I had a lot of time to think about what it means to be loved. Not by how others define it, but what exactly I was expecting. While we have this grand idea of love and how we want to be loved, often, we only know what we want out of a relationship when we’re in it. Or, experience wise, when it’s no longer there. I haven’t really pondered on the difference then.

I revisited the films Lost in Translation (2004) by Sofia Coppola and Her (2013) by Spike Jonze. A couple of reviews mentioned Her was Jonze’s response to Coppola’s Lost in Translation. Sources say Coppola wrote and directed the film around the time she divorced Jonze. These types of cinema seem to expand on real life, not merely mirror them. In many ways, they strike me as an alternative expression of what people have been through, and how they tried to make sense of disconnection and feeling lost.

Image for post
Lost in Translation (2004)

Lost in Translation shows the main character Charlotte (Scarlette Johansson) feeling alienated by her husband. She tags along his photography projects where they end up staying for weeks in Japan. Many scenes show she’s mostly alone in the hotel while her husband goes on photoshoots. The culture shock further heightens her estrangement. One of the opening scenes dramatize how she tries to call a friend to talk about her predicament. But the person on the other line just asks her to hold. When she does get a chance to converse through the static, she’s met with innocent indifference. We sense the frustration of being misunderstood, with the character feeling lost and invisible. When Bill Murray’s character arrives, she has an honest conversation for the first time.

Her (2013)

In Her, Theodore’s character is depressed and heart-broken over his divorce. It’s apparent he hasn’t gotten over his ex-wife. Throughout the film, we realize why his marriage eventually fell apart. Theodore wasn’t emotionally present in the relationship. He had this idealization of what their marriage should be, but he didn’t share the emotional load of carrying one. In contrast, when he fell in love with an AI named Samantha (also the voice of Scarlette Johansson), Theodore had to rediscover what it meant to connect on an emotional level. Samantha’s lack of body simply demanded a higher, more focused form of expression. Though the relationship is doomed (as the AI seeks a higher world beyond the physical human plane), Theodore comes to an epiphany. He does two things: He accepts reality and lovingly says goodbye to Samantha. Then, he writes a letter of apology to his ex-wife. Finally acknowledging what he’s been trying to avoid all along.

(Of course, these are just simplifications I fixated on. I’m sure both films had much richer messages. I’ll leave that to other audiences and critics).

Watching these films again made me realize the importance of being seen. The part where someone truly understands. What we seek in a relationship is so much more than a person committed to obligation. Though, of course, the commitment is still important. But beyond this, we wish for our person to genuinely make an effort to reach us. Not because they have to, but because they desire to. Are you with me? You’ve seen my message, read my words. But did you understand?

We hope that after several years, they still care about us, without presuming they know everything there is to know. After all, we all change. I guess a huge part of a relationship is growing together. Now, the question remains to be seen: whether you grow together or apart.

Perhaps when Dr. Banzon called it, she sensed this feeling of disconnection in my poems. Someone who wants to be heard. Being understood is perhaps one way we know we are loved. And despite years of wanting to disappear, writing is how I try to be seen.

Categories
writing life

On to Many Firsts

I’m Corin and welcome to my site. I’m a writer, cat and dog lover, and a bit of an audiophile. I’m your average bookworm based in the Philippines.

Corin with cat

Since I love to read and write poetry, I figured it would be a great idea to archive some of my poems and essays here. I’ve been writing for several years and I’ve published my work in a couple of online journals and poetry anthologies. I’ve also released poetry chapbooks during and after my stint at a post-graduate creative writing program. Anyway, it was a fun and nerve-racking experience, but I don’t think I’ll be back in the academe. I just want to keep on reading and writing because it helps me develop a wider perspective of the world.

But yeah. Ultimately, it is my hope to share my poems and connect to people who can appreciate my work. Expect to see lots of cat and dog photos (mostly my cat because my dog passed away a few years ago). I’ll be writing stuff about my favorite poems, books, and authors. I’m in to a lot of music and films, so you’ll see a couple of those in the site.

I mostly enjoy ’90s and early 2000s alternative rock with a dash of new wave. Think Smashing Pumpkins, Jeff Buckley, The Sundays, The Pixies, Audioslave, Stars, Feist, The National, Radiohead, The Smiths, The Cure, Depeche Mode, etc. The list just goes on. Songs with amazing arrangement and lyrics. Shoegaze and post-rock included too. There was a time I think I worked just to watch epic concerts. But right now, I dream of one day going to a packed concert again.

As of this writing, it is 2020 and the world is still being affected by the Covid-19 crisis. Everyone is going through a lot of transitions, and you’ll get a glimpse of those changes in my life too.

To you, dear reader, hang in there. Thanks for dropping by. We will get through this, eventually. Let’s hope for better, brighter days. In the process, let’s try to be kinder, better human beings too.