This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
Email: icasocot(at)gmail.com
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
12:11 AM |
The End of Rant
Oh my God. I realized just now that since Sunday, I've been posting really depressing stuff. Posts after posts about beautiful losers and dead careers, anti-Semitic homophobes, good-for-nothing presidents, bad interior design and baduy actors, poetry-challenged nuns, perverted hacks and bad novels, anarchists, child murderers, and old monsters. Why, why, why? My inner psychoanalyst says: it's the final week of school, folks, with exams looming next week -- and you know what that means, especially if you're a teacher: there are tons of papers to check and assorted students to handle, they of varying degrees of madness, and who suddenly feel the need to snap out of their zombie-like existence, run after you to pressure you to accommodate something they should have done a long, long time ago. But this is turning out to be another rant, so I'm taking a deep breath (think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts) ... and ... there ... you ... go.Labels: life