Postscripts Maguindanao Jan 13

Postscripts, Maguindanao
I. Unheimlich / Photo
Something surpasses –
To find a way in
To get in hours after one has to be one of them –
shot from the hip – on the sly –
this is how events are secreted

covered
gut to hand is as ground to leaf
or was it newsprint?
memory fades fast, covered
fades fast a prayer:
he who is known to us does it he it he is known to us

may earth swallow him.
uncanny: demonic: he is apart from us
To conquer the languid visage he yawns

behind bars in court
angle of camera phone
out of this land BIZAARE STARK ANIMAL/S
CAUTION NOTE: chain of evidence breaking
discrete elements & what binds us?
Discrete elements in a critical state

A single disturbance influences the mass
A small excavation bringing down
A whole mountainside
- You are here for territory. You are bleeding.
- You are here for the breaking.

II. Contingencies
in which their last words must roam, and so

can those in safer places keep them please
in which there is no calling sorrow

in which sorrow, acknowledged, has little to go for
but in medias res. right here and now, pray for me

you go in the name of peace and serve
the warlord, tithe and obey, behold

the,war,lord,tithe,the,warlord
– the highway is ours

go in peace,
if our situation is critical. if the fruits of administration

our peace, our order. so this is the order
in which what happened, happens.
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if bodies amassed trigger suspension of laws,

if the road went on and on,
if detours existed, if checkpoints
came out springing
if it were our eyes on the road
if friends went ahead
if they were on our side

if murder, en masse or singly, double, treble
if suspension of earlier patterns.
if one must hold the pieces
broken
body parts, bracelets, this week’s print run, crocs, papers,
papers
if the counterpoint of enactment was a meltdown

if intrusion of text into your (story) –
I must make no demand upon the bereaved
– if void if levitation if they fell
if they who sprawl –
lifted caught in the metal claw
cannot return
how easy to dismiss
i want my air back
as aberrations of the landscape
the singularity of the event
(photo)(still)
a wide shot of blue skimming clouds
cerulean moon night time morning
the grotesque pageantry of

the grotesque geography of there is no sense
is vegetative
how to approach the singularity of the event, ask

an unrelated question
michael meiring?
if we are to approach the singularity of this event

the texture of a lived thing, because all we can do
is approximate. we were not there, because
the panting last seconds of
by all accounts forensics of the said so and

the raptures of throbbing sun, eardrums,
numbed, the – news – was meant to be secreted.
the perpetrators to be spirited away and
blamed – on – what? the people of the town have eyes,
yes, they were too far away. first question:
whose territory it was again?
we were not there. the panting last seconds of
the panting last seconds of we were not there
caution caution caution caution caution caution caution

a plea & thin air don’t
local & death don’t
this is the body made public.

this is the body politic.
pipi ang ulo sabog ang mata luwa ang mata
of families, this is business
what a way to enter the national consciousness!
a cleft in the earth

a hole in the ground
a cleft in the brain
a hole in your head
the plot tended to, the plot prepared

to receive the fruits of
his father’s will.
of families, this is business
To manipulate/ to knead the earth
and what names can be had for the humidity?
meeting point of foliage and noon
i don’t have a name for every leaf
enough that they are there, incidental
enough that they exist, they are alive
and/or retrievable we had

happy times, the last
yes he came home
there is nothing to see

III. Re-enactment
Looking for a cleft in the earth

stepping over it all this time
Covering the distance of [define death]

[define murder]
What hour was it? It was high noon

What hour was it? It was the hour
of great mercy
Posit: I will not recoil / I will not recoil in the way I do

from the sight of a dead dog as I pass it by on the road.
And there is perhaps no answer to that hand

But to hold it in the mind, keep breathing,
You holding the dead
converging
resolutions:
Or as the sky is my witness.
Angle of camera upon impact
History. What sort of relief is it to be told this script

has been run before
To impose upon the landscape (to escape all ties)
We are sticking to the story
We filled in the dialog

As it happens, people recovering their silences
Filling in the gaps
Bloated not in the manner of the living
These words violate the body, the picture does not unsay
cannot unsay anything nothing
That is the case

This is a matter of bullets
annual budgets
This is a matter of pigs
A rendition of the exacted, a push towards – a what?

But of course it was That for days
They were not to be seen There
Was no time for backhoes In the case
Of the corpse in the picture Of the picture
Posit it has changed – never mind the land

of the corpse spared the backhoe a tongue swelling
through the window of the mouth upstairs, the attic blown apart,
shutters are up on the window that’s left the force that impels
all has left the building There is no animating this
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Notes/Acknowledgements:
Italics in I. Unheimlich/Photo taken from Wikipedia article on

Remotely Triggered Earthquakes
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remotely_triggered_earthqu
akes)
chain of evidence breaking: adapted from Philippine Daily

Inquirer news article.
(http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/vie
w/20091226-243993/Evidence-vs-Ampatuans-breaking)
Pipi ang ulo, sabog ang mata, luwa ang mata: quoted from
interview. Under One Sky. Directed and edited by Kiri
Dalena. Written and produced by Patricia Evangelista. Voiced
by Cheche Lazaro and aired over ANC.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkxfR6EfQDE)
we had/happy times,/yes he came home/there is nothing to see:

adapted from interviews.Under One Sky.
(Pray for me here because we are now here in Ampatuan).Our

situation is critical: “I-ampo ko diri kay naa na mi diri sa
Ampatuan. Kritikal amo sitwasyon diri.” SMS by Noel
Decena in the morning of November 23, 2009.
(http://services.inquirer.net/mobile/09/12/06/html_output/x
mlhtml/20091205-240358-xml.html)

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To get in hours after one has to be one of them –

shot from the hip – on the sly –

this is how events are secreted

he who is known to us does it he it he is known to us

uncanny: demonic: he is apart from us

To conquer the languid visage he yawns

angle of camera phone

out of this land BIZAARE STARK ANIMAL/S

CAUTION NOTE: chain of evidence breaking

discrete elements & what binds us?

Discrete elements in a critical state

- You are here for territory. You are bleeding.

- You are here for the breaking.

in which their last words must roam, and so

in which there is no calling sorrow

but in medias res. right here and now, pray for me

the warlord, tithe and obey, behold

– the highway is ours

if our situation is critical. if the fruits of administration

in which what happened, happens.

if bodies amassed trigger suspension of laws,

if they were on our side

if the counterpoint of enactment was a meltdown

I must make no demand upon the bereaved

– if void if levitation if they fell

if they who sprawl –

lifted caught in the metal claw

a wide shot of blue skimming clouds

cerulean moon night time morning

the grotesque pageantry of

how to approach the singularity of the event, ask

if we are to approach the singularity of this event

the panting last seconds of

by all accounts forensics of the said so and

we were not there. the panting last seconds of

the panting last seconds of we were not there

caution caution caution caution caution caution caution

local & death don’t

this is the body made public.

pipi ang ulo sabog ang mata luwa ang mata

of families, this is business

what a way to enter the national consciousness!

a cleft in the earth

the plot tended to, the plot prepared

of families, this is business

To manipulate/ to knead the earth

and what names can be had for the humidity?

meeting point of foliage and noon

i don’t have a name for every leaf

enough that they are there, incidental

enough that they exist, they are alive

and/or retrievable we had

yes he came home

there is nothing to see

Looking for a cleft in the earth

Covering the distance of [define death]

What hour was it? It was high noon

Posit: I will not recoil / I will not recoil in the way I do

And there is perhaps no answer to that hand