How did I cope with the now 19-month old pandemic? Since there was very little arts reporting to be done with all the theaters closed and the performing artists immobilized,…
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Islander in the City by Pablo A. Tariman:
FILIPINO TENOR REMAINS IN DEMAND IN EUROPE
Arthur Espiritu – the country’s premier tenor — is back on the opera stage after lying low at some points during the pandemic. He reprised his Alfredo (La Traviata) in…
Islander in the City by Pablo A. Tariman:
CELLO PRODIGY QUALIFIES IN 2022 TCHAIKOVSKY COMPETITION
The winning streak of Filipino cello prodigy Damodar das Castillo, 13, continues when he recently qualified as one of the 60 contestants world-wide who qualified in the XI International Tchaikovsky…
VISIT
Islander in the City by Pablo A. Tariman Sometimes it happens;you long for themindeed you miss their presence. Then you decide to invite them overfor a modest lunchin the housewith…
REMEMBERING MY DAUGHTER KERIMA
How well do I know my daughter Kerima?Until I witnessed all the tributes given to her, I didn’t realize she had done so much, wrote poetry a lot and fought…
LET THE WIND BLOW
Let the wind blowWhere it shouldOn the mountains and hillsWhere once you have livedTo be with the peopleYou fought for. Let the wind blowWhere it shouldOn the shadowOf the perfect…
YEAR OF LIVING DANGEROUSLY
(Or The Mountain She Climbed)
Islander in the City (by Pablo Tariman) (The following poem came about last year as I was listening to Strauss’ Last Four Songs. I used the music to recover from…
PAVAROTTI IN MY MIND
It’s been 14 years since the great tenor Luciano Pavarotti died.He moved on September 6, 2007– a year after he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He probably knew he was…
STAY A LITTLE LONGER MY CHILD
Stay a little longer my childKeep your father companyAs he welcomes another sunriseWithout you. Stay a little longer my daughterKeep your son companyHe who is proud of youIn your prolonged…
THE CHILD IN MY MIND
It’s hard to catch sleepThinking of the childIn my mind. But of courseShe has outgrownHer infant years. She has endedForty two yearsOf a lifeWith her brandOf heroism. I think of…