Poem ni Lourd de Veyra. Vocalist ng Radioactive Sago. IDOL!

LOURD ERNEST DE VEYRA

Fat Elvis in Kamias

Fat Elvis drags his fat ass across dark Kamias Road,
Downed by Demerol, drunk with Emperador, and the fuming memory of fame past,
Humming a lost tune that goes something like
Boolap-bap-baloobap-boolap-bap-boom,

Snapping his fingers, taking long drags on his Hope,
Sniffing incessantly, nasal drip as if on dope,
But nope- Fat Elvis has got no cash for that.
Garbed in his gold lamé suit with ruffles
Like the wings of a famished vulture.
Fat Elvis walks past closed meat shops, beauty salons,
Massage parlors, sari-sari stores. 
Then he swaggers into a cheap videoke bar with cheap beer and cheaper girls.
Fat Elvis barges through the door,
And arrogantly demands for Red Horse, tokwa’t baboy,
Chicharon bulaklak, and the microphone.
But the waitresses simply ignore him.
“That fat jerk is here again,”
One of them snorts, craning her neck for the bouncer.
Fat Elvis is infuriated.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
Don’t you know who I am?!
I am Elvis! I live forever.
I live in the hearts and spleens
Of every man who has ever loved and shaken his booty,
Every man, from Graceland to Grace Park, Kalookan.”

The pride and anger of Fat Elvis
Now visible beneath the faint shower of red lights.
Pasty skin mottled like yesterday’s newspaper.
You don’t believe me?
He proceeds to croon
Are You Lonesome Tonight
And forgets half of the lyrics, messes up the choruses.
Gets a score of 70 and is booed off the place,
Pelted by peanuts, pork ears, and chunks of ice.
Fat Elvis hits back at the hecklers
By flashing a dirty middle finger and hurling a chair.
And not too long before the sharp climax of the song
He’s chased outside by a bouncer wielding a
balisong.        +
They say he prowls the all-night convenience stores
On the other side of the world, pumping gas
In desolated stations at night where the desert wind howls.
Or maybe singing folk songs in a flea-bitten beer house where drunken jeepney drivers demand     
                                                                                                             Eddie Peregrina and Tom Jones classics,
Or straddling the length of Aurora Boulevard peddling balut with a smooth baritone
Or he could be one of the shirtless mestizo pushers chain-smoking in dark alleyways of Project 3
Or a tricycle driver dozing off in the strange blue night waiting for passengers never to  arrive,
Or a bank security guard stretched on a bench dreaming of afternoons tense with silence,
Or a cook in a 24-hour burger stand lost in the fumes of seared beef and hotdogs,
Or a disc jockey in a radio station spinning love songs for the loveless at 2 a.m.
Or a motel room attendant changing soiled sheets, pointing cars to their garages,
Or a pimp along Quezon Avenue shoving girls into taxicab windows
Or maybe a drag queen with wild orange wigs and denim shorts,
Spreading fearful boa feathers in the air.
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For Fat Elvis had never suffered
For Fat Elvis had never suffered for his art-
For Fat Elvis never believed that rock and roll can save the world,
Only that rock and roll will destroy you soon,
That rock and roll will come crashing into your life-
A stranger who becomes your friend at the first instance
A buddy slapping your back
And uncapping a beer for you, rolling a joint for you,
Chopping up thin cocaine lines across the glass table for you,
The frightful fastness of this friendship
Fits a rollicking three-bar tune
Riding on clanging drums and gritty guitars,
Fuelled by speed and cheeseburgers and whiskey
And the promise of movement through electric air,
Charged by ten thousand squealing women,
Hysteria breaking out when your hip gyrates,
Teary teens catatonic and fainting,
Tumult from the swinging pelvis,
This is rock and roll-
this is rock and roll.
Your torch songs scorch countries and continents,
They melt radios and hearts
And they cross oceans and lives
Then come rushing back to your door
Like a swinging wrecking ball.
Fat Elvis perhaps floating in the big black bardo void of now,
The busy, tragic boulevard of Kamias, Omnipotent Fat Elvis-
Those electric sideburns, the big aviator glasses,
The karate moves, Olympic god muscle-stretching,
Sweat on forehead seething golden under the Las Vegas lights
Leather pants, rhinestone Captain Marvel jumpsuit,
Fat Elvis could be wearing anything, in fact,
And Fat Elvis could be anywhere,
Fat Elvis was once hungry,
Hungry and thin, then he became the king of the world,
Then fat, as all kings become,
And still believed he was king
Even though he was fat, and soon forgotten,
And when he died,
The Pistols sneezed “Good riddance to bad rubbish.”
They didn’t know he was still alive.
He lives in your heart, your liver-
Fat Elvis, Dead Elvis, Saint Elvis,
President Elvis, Sergeant Elvis,
Professor Elvis, Father Elvis,
Kuya Elvis, Tito Elvis, Mang Elvis,
Architect Elvis, Senior Police Inspector Elvis,
Maestro Elvis, DJ Elvis, MC Elvis, Boss Elvis
             Holy Immaculate Infinite Almighty Fat Elvis pray for us
Save us from our frightful selves,
The tedium of ourselves,
Fat Elvis- those overpaid, overfed, incandescently bloated
Oafs singing on Sunday noontime shows,
Fat Elvis Poor Elvis Shabby Elvis
Hungry Elvis Desperate Elvis Depressed Elvis
And all the world’s a stage groaning under the weight of ten thousand Fat Elvis impersonators
And we watch and watch and we laugh and clap
And become Fat Elvises ourselves
Slurping up the pig-slop of everyday reality

Fat Elvis, icon, idol, king- THE KING!
King of the Dead and the Swollen
King of Sorrows, King of Memory,
King of Heroin Apostles,
King of Undeserving Martyrs,
King of Profuse Lager and Whiskey
King of All Saints
Singular Vessel of Idiotic Devotion
Tower of Untruth
Imperial Impertinence
High-rise of Triglyceride
Chalice of Cholesterol
Ark of Lard
Archangel of Adipose
Soldier of Sodium
Crusader of Sugar
Sultan of Starch
Tub of Butter
Midnight Star
Broken Record
Ancient Jukebox
Defective Disk
Sour Wine
Mystical Hangover
Curse of David
Lord of Lipids
Swine of Jesus
Lamb of God
Seething in an open charcoal pit, slathered in garlic and mint sauce with extra rice
Fried peanut butter-and-banana sandwiches, barbecue,
Mash potatoes, peas, apple pie and meatloaf,
All the nuclear calories in the planet
All arteries silting up

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Slugging across the intersection of Kalayaan and Kamias,
Fat Elvis, swarthy, saturnine, tries to hail a cab
And they just kept zipping by,
He might have looked too weird-
Too visibly drunk, or just too fat
Dammit- could he fit into a car?
Face round like a moon?
Can he fit into a coffin?
Belly like a hot air balloon?
It had been a life too high, too soon, too fast
No Colonel Parker to pick him up or stab him in the back.
Fat Elvis, effete, but still moving with earthly effrontery
Fifty thousand fans can’t be wrong! Fifty thousand fans can’t be wrong!
Fifty thousand ghosts, spectral echoes,
Waves of screams by packed stadiums long gone to ashes,
Swarms of kisses from hyperventilating matrons long gone to ashes
Tomorrow is a long time-
tomorrow is a long time
Fat Elvis- thunder and lightning
Fat Elvis- stinky longganisa burp and fart
Fat Elvis- nobody sends text messages on his cellphone,
Missing the ‘Return to Sender’ ring tone,
Fat Elvis- can’t send no text messages ’cause he’s ran out of credits a long, long time ago
Fat Elvis- lonely and fat
Fat Elvis- abscess in the history of mankind
Fat Elvis- once beautiful now moving with the grace of oven grease
Fat Elvis- hustling with P50-a-trim beauticians, demanding for a free rebond,
Fat Elvis- of sequined sleeves reeking of moldy leather and tricycle smoke
Fat Elvis- arguing with pedicab drivers over the fare from Sikatuna to Aurora,
Fat Elvis- scandalously demanding free plates of rice from the cornerstore carinderia,
                                              to go with desperate half-orders of pinapaitan and isaw
An act of plain hubris, thinking the place privileged,
To be able to announce:
‘Fat Elvis Presley Ate Here’
A place that is both plain and strange at the same time.
But waiters know, the way the whole world knows:
He ain’t nothing but a hound dog.
Every dog has its day.
Fat Elvis was once famous and rich.
Every dog is a son of a bitch.

just another wordpress blog. sister company ng iamtj. its as if im to brilliant to occupy just one blog site and need another blog page because i have a gazillion things to write about. to be honest with you i just like customizing the blog site with different skins. feel free to visit rooltjroll and leave your comments. huhahuha.

here’s an old blog from a particular blog space. if u’ll notice my writing style it appears that as if im creating a novel/journal and not a typical blog. i dont know why i write this way but its very amusing, i think. so here am i posting this blog here @ wordpress for everyone to enjoy. i am crazy.

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Hi! this is my favrite video. Jah rastafari. IRIE I.  

Count Orlok 

Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922)

“Nosferatu. That name rings like the cry of a prey. Never speak it aloud.”

Wahhhh!!!=> the scene where Harker opened the basement door and saw Nosferatu standing across the hall<= Wahhhh!!!

Shit super scary. dagdagan mo pa ng pang mad scientist na background music. Uber- scary.

Classic. In every sense of the word. Classic.

And Nosferatu. Man, I shook like Elvis on pills.

Here’s the link. Watch it. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6185283610506001721&q=nosferatu

Best performance though came from Renfield. I so love that character. Baliw.

Thank God for video.google weekends! 

“I will be your Dixie chicken if you’ll be my Tennesee Lamb, we go on together down in Dixieland…”

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CITIZEN KANE

NO doubt, this is the greatest film ever made. I first learned about this movie by Orson Welles when I stumbled upon filmsite.org (being listed #1 on AFI’s greatest films ever made).I searched a lot about this movie on the net and found that its always on top of the list of the greatest films ever made. I became obsessed with Citizen Kane and I was bound to watch it against all odds. One day as I was digging thru a pile of on sale DVDs, a copy of the movie manifested in front of my eyes like a comet across the milky way. I don’t have the words to describe how magnificent this movie is, but one thing’s for sure, this is definitely the greatest film I ever saw. Watch it and you’ll know what I mean.

DONNIE BRASCO

A gangster film starring AL Pacino and Johnny Depp. Pacino and Depp. This film is graced by the supreme acting prowess of two actors who will leave you astounded by their performane.

Pacino’s intense and Depp is mild. Perfect for their characters. I was imitating Lefty (Al’s character) in front of the mirror after watching this. Best thing about this movie is that it gave us an inside look in a hustler’s life, far from the grandiose of Godfather or that of Casino. Gangster life as it is.Definitely a must see for mob film lovers.

” I die with you Donny”…Lefty

BRUCE ALMIGHTY (2003)

JIM CARREY is the funniest man ever. I grew up idolizing him and his antics ( probably why I ended up the nutcase I am today ). Now there are a billion comedy flicks that would top this one but Bruce Almighty really had my stomach collapse from extreme laughter. I really loved the part where Bruce was interviewing an old lady aboard a cruise ship in Niagara Falls. Here’s the line:

I’m here with Katherine Hepburn’s mom. Tell me, why did you toss the “blue heart of the ocean” jewel over the railing of Titanic? Did you feel bad at all letting Leo DiCaprio drown, while you were safe floating on the big door? Could you have taken turns, or were you just too afraid to freeze your big fat ass off? Best part though came with Steve Carrell’s scene. Super funny. I’ll never grow tired of watching this movie, on HBO or on local TV.

THE LEGEND of 1900

Wow, this film is so sentimental to the core. One big sentimental journey with its main character, Lemon, as we are swept into his world. Tim Roth played the part magnificently as his acting will make you connect with the character his playing.

I cried like 5 times to this film. Along with music, this film will captivate you with its heart warming story. Place a handkerchief nearby. You’ll use it, a lot…

I am a Film Buff.If only I can support my customer’s issues with my essential knowledge of actors and actresses, directors and producers instead of pretentious technical knowhow, Kudos emails would be clogging our company’s email server like Texas floods. I am a Film Buff. Film and everything that is tied with it consumes me inside and out. Though I’m not “Beat the Geeks” cinephile, I have a fair share of films that I exalt wholeheartedly. From the directing to acting, from cinematography to lighting, these films fulfill my satisfaction as a genuine film lover.

I’ll be sharing the movies I’ve seen and I’ll some commentary on it as well. Please be considerate of my selection as I have a distinct taste of films and some of it ( or maybe most of it ) are completely unknown to you. Here they are.

 

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