Sunday, January 09, 2011

डेप्थ

Depth of field
THROUGH the tear ducts pass the soul, traipse on to places of the heart as the body rests in slumber. Polynesians believe that.

Kailangan pala na walang muta sa mata para walang sagabal sa pagliliwaliw ng kaluluwa sa kung saan-saang lupalop.

Naniniwala naman ang mga bihasa sa feng shui na magkaugnay ang paningin, puso, at tagumpay sa negosyo… kikita kung titingin nang buong linaw sa nilalaman ng puso, ‘yung tinatawag na
20/20 vision… more so in a looker as a 38-26-36 made visible by sexual contact lenses…

Surah 22 (Al-Hajj): 46, “Verily it is not the eyes that grow blind, but it is the hearts which are in the breasts that grow blind.”

In Egyptian myth, the heart of the deceased is weighed in the scale against the feather of the goddess Ma’at, who personifies Order, Truth, what is right.

Arrhythmic hearts that go on a blackout go dead beat, it’s an epidemic-- cardiac failure or infarction… one of the leading three killers worldwide… warnings off the Quor’an go unheeded.

So we can construe that matapobre has poor eyesight, not the affliction of those who feasts their eyes on glowing cleavage, symptom of a visual impairment called “melon-cholia”…

What about matalino? Uh, a 2005 British study found that “creative types averaged between four and 10 partners.” Was it not a British poet of yore who wrote, “How do I love thee, and thee, and thee? Let me count the, duh, what’s there to count anyways?”

But Dennis Fetalino kept on telling me to go lower, lower where to hurl a glance or stare at… heedful and so far I’ve heard complaints galore— that I’ve been throwing dagger looks that rip to shreds their panties or my eyes convey smoldering passions that stoke body temperature to typhoid and dengue levels or burn down their pants, or the naughty glint in my eyes are live embers that kindle interest in playful arson.

Flee from temptation they all do… after leaving me a forwarding address.

See here bro, all I’ve been doing since is trying to fathom the so-called “depth of field.” Fields like that, in my book as a farmer, need to be plowed, harrowed, irrigated, or inundated—so planting a rise there is always fun.

Between you and me, all I’ve been seeing down there on lookers are chickens that go peck-peck-peck…

Ah, feng shui-assigned zone for recognition, notoriety, accolades, fame, and business success is the south. Sa timog-- pinaikli yatang katumbas ng mga katagang “titimong hamog.”

Upang lapatan ng lunas ang lupaypay na kasikatan o humahapay na kabuhayan, maglagay ng bulaklak ng mirasol (sunflower) o sinturon ng hindi totoong rebentador sa bahaging timog ng pamamahay… mahusay ding panlunas ang pigurin o imahen ng paboreal (peacock), siyam na patalim, siyam na kandilang pula, siyam na panulat… basta matulis na bagay, kaya yata madalas akong itoka ng aking maybahay sa naturang lugar.

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