"May isang gusali sa Maynila na ang pangalan ay Repaso. Dating hotel, hindi kumita, binenta, naging dormitoryo para sa isang kolehiyo. Apat na palapag, tig-apat na kwarto, Ang facade ay dating bas-relief ng Birheng Maria na nkatayo sa globo, ngayon ay mga paa na lang ang natitira..."
Been thinking about this flimsy little volume that claimed to have collected the writings of a young writer named Mona Lisa P. Cajucom, who killed herself. And whether or not Mona Lisa Cajucom existed in real life doesn’t and shouldn’t matter. The fractured Repaso is one of those hugely imaginative found-poetry tracts whose scented toxicity only manifests for certain types of reader—those who revel in the clean-up process, the dead body long gone and the many whys documented and filed away, those who obsessively read Plath and the like just for the possibility of finding the incendiary, the unblemished flesh heaped among the bloodied scraps of suicides. Been thinking about this Repaso a lot these days. I like to think of it as an artifact with spikes that can’t help but tear open bandages to reveal wounds downplayed as superficial yet have long gangrened due to neglect. Always grisly for what it could have unearthed.
Ang ganda huhuhu. Love the here-is nanofics! Naalala tuloy 'yung sinulat ni Egay, ang pagsulat ng kuwento ay pagbawi sa katinuan. Ano pa ba't nagsusulat kung walang lungkot na ina-articulate, pinupurge, nirerelease.