By: Iris P. Concepcion
Putrid smell came out from a clogged drainage. Piles of wood cover it. Just above it is a newly-built road being promenaded by people from all walks of life.
You feel the calisthenics of emotions burgeoning for a wondrous anticipation that this too shall see the light of good plumbing.
I take a walk on the wild side of that western sprawl of hilarious mix. The article of Conrad de Quiros today is a good one in that not much is truly written about the avenues nor the artists where these performers show their grit and wares. I am glad though that their arenas are filled up even without P.R. machinery nor sponsors. Some visit for mere aesthetic stalking but that is how the abnormality of situation demands it. NBN-4 should now be the alternative medium for the proliferation of these arts. What we normally pay for steeply as entertainment in the past can actually be had for free as pushed by this government if you only take a leisure walk and locate these hubs.
The thrill is in the finding. It is an adventure by itself as people prowl: "Where is this?"
I am always inclined to say: "secret", but that is too banal even for my own lying artiste riposte.
Yes, the camera here is tight. In Pippens' brand of basketball, this is called a stopper. This writer likes pointing at things in delicate sentences instead of yelling. Sure, I have a stupid garden where I was at but the better other has a green thumb that allowed wild flowers to bloom in my parents' graveyard. The aesthetics there is the line of San Francisco leaves that out-age me. It stands for a fence as my Father had wished it. I used to hang articles of value there when I was harangued by the mob in their unilateral and uniform spiels and sadly, humbug.
Perhaps, it paid off as I now read columns from the mainstream voicing out what is normally indie work. It is catching like wildfire, albeit in mysterious ways.
When people own sins even not their own transgressions, you just know you had put the best foot forward.
When you are invited, take the opportunity to participate. Someone did and learned the finer part of striding and gliding, waking up early and doing domestic chores. I think they are enjoying it instead of just nodding to insipid directions.