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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Saturday, August 11, 2007
4:32 PM |
To Dean and the LitCritters
The thing is, without LitCritters, I may as well be one of those living dead that I see walking around me, people whose lives have lost the color of art, of spontaneity, of the occasional abandon of one who has a pure zest for existence. The toil of the regular days—when work and other seemingly urgent responsibilities take too much out of life, and yet soon reveal themselves to be mere emptiness—has a way of getting into our adult lives, and when we’re not too careful, we become like zombies. Paranoid ones, jaded and bitter.
I know of one beloved mid-level administrator who came to S------ a few years ago, right about the time I got out of college and was experimenting with my days as a new graduate. She hired me and some of my friends to do a video for the first big event she was supposed to handle as the new director of her office. She was full of life, and full of ideas—and any creative idea we threw at her she accepted as a kind of dare, willing to propel the event from the timid ho-humness that it was getting to be. We soon finished the video—a very good one at that—and presented it at the Big Event, which many people liked, but which also created for her some new enemies, those pond scums who are quick to snipe at innovative up-and-comers. Flash forward seven years. That zesty administrator has become a shade of a nervous wreck, has become too careful for comfort, has grown exceedingly old from dealing with internal politics and such. She is still lovely, and caring—but I miss that old spark. Sometimes, I’m afraid to become like that.
Which is why I love
LitCritters. Every Tuesday night, we—that is, me and eight young college students who are among the brightest in the University—meet and discuss stories and the craft of fiction, and every four weeks, we try our hand in creating our own. Without fail, Tuesday nights revive me, and I always go home feeling fulfilled, feeling vindicated, feeling that I do have the choice to not become one among the walking dead.
So thanks,
Michelle,
Dirgy,
RJ,
Lyde,
Marianne,
Jordan,
Odie, and Justine. And thanks,
Dean, for the wonderful idea of having LitCritters in the first place. (And happy birthday to Manila LitCritters
Andrew and
Alex!)
Labels: life, LitCritters
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