Poetry in Motion

It takes me about an hour and fifteen minutes to get to my workplace in the morning. I take two buses from Downtown to West. The trip back home takes another two hours. Traffic is terrible here in LA. Whoever said that "Walang ganyan [traffic] sa States!" is a big fat freaking liar. Anyway, it helps that the Metro Rapid Bus lines, the one in which I'm on for at least an hour, have television sets installed in them. I get my daily serving of current events and celebrity gossip from there cause I barely have time to watch tv at home. Another really cool feature the buses here have is the Poetry in Motion section on the walls. Here's a couple I copied off the 720.


If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.

- Vera Pavlova, If There is Something to Desire


Say to them.
Say to the down keepers. The sun slappers.
The self soilers. The harmony hushers.
Even if you are not ready for day,
it cannot always be night.
You will be right. For that is the hard home run.
Live not for battles won. Live not for the end of the song.
Live in the along.

- Gwendolyn Brooks, Speech to the Young


I think they feature a new author every other week or so. My commute time serves as my thinking time as well so these on-the-go literature tidbits are just perfect. Their messages usually hit home run too, for some weird eerie reason. This is the universe conspiring to help me out. o.O