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Myself an offering to myself:

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None gave me drink.

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Myself an offering to myself:

Bound to the tree 

That no man knows

Whither the roots of it run

None gave me bread,

None gave me drink.

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You had me at ‘lit’

By Samantha King | February 14, 2014 - 12:00am

Reading is a way of broadcasting the kind of person you want to be perceived as. Something especially significant when you’re...

Young Star

Men of letters

By Butch Dalisay | December 30, 2013 - 12:00am

I’m an incorrigible pack rat; I keep restaurant receipt and bus tickets from the 1970s, business cards from associates...

Arts and Culture

Loving ‘An Enemy of the People’

By Francisco I. Austria | February 29, 2004 - 12:00am

One hundred twenty-one years after it was first published, Henrik Ibsen’s classic book An Enemy of the People remains truthful and challenging. I love it because Ibsen wrote it like a parable where he poured...

Sunday Lifestyle

On forgiving the unforgivable

By Jess Q. Cruz | December 2, 2002 - 12:00am

I know I hung on that windswept tree, Swung there for nine long nights, Wounded by my own blade, Bloodied for Odin, Myself an offering to myself: Bound to the tree That no man knows Whither the roots of...

Arts and Culture

Peregrinating with ‘Peer Gynt’

By Jess Q. Cruz | December 10, 2001 - 12:00am

Down on a wooded hillside on a hot day in summer, a strapping lad of 20 is striding briskly, pissed off by his skinny widowed mother who is following close at his heels, haranguing him for being such a lazy bone....

Arts and Culture

To Damascus: Damnation or deliverance

By Jess Q. Cruz | August 13, 2001 - 12:00am

On the anvils of Odin in the Land of the Midnight Sun were forged the metals of modern drama in the last two decades of the 19th century. The Norwegian Henrik Ibsen hammered into shape the bronze of the theater of...

Arts and Culture