34th Kindred Congress

34th Kindred Congress
30 November 2019, Saturday, 4PM at the Scribe’s Nunciature
13-18A Avocado Street, Trinidad Village, Angeles City, Philippines

Congress Fee: P500 (for food & drinks)
To be paid on or before Nov 9, 2019 (deadline)
Direct all payments to the bursar via any of the ff mehods:
-Paypal: omdesignphils@yahoo.com
-Bank deposit: Unionbank, Juan Carlo Toledo, acct# 109452531767
-Palawan pera padala: Juan Carlo Toledo, #0997 345 7003
-Meetup: Angeles City Rotunda, SM-Telebastagan, SM-Clark, AUF: just call #0997 345 7003


Sendong Makabali’s top 10 must-read poems before you die

Hello hello!

Here is our resident DJ and poetic lothario Sendong Makabali providing us with his all time favorite poems in no particular order. Read and enjoy, folks!


In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.


(from Selected Poems. Copyright © 1979, 1980 by Mark Strand. Alfred A. Knopf)



There are things we know
we cannot be proud in knowing,

and things we say
that mean without warning.

For all the truths and dissemblings,
not all must be told:

these need no God for a witness
nor twists in the telling.


(from Decimal Places Poems. Copyright © 1991 by Ricardo M. De Ungria. Anvil Publishing, Inc.)



Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.


(from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright © 1954 by Wallace Stevens. Alfred A. Knopf)



In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.


(from Deaths and Entrances. Copyright © 1946 by Dylan Thomas. J. M. Dent)



The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.

Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,
Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.
Now they are rising together in calm swells
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear
With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

Now they are flying in place, conveying
The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving
And staying like white water; and now of a sudden
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
The soul shrinks

From all that it is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,
And cries,
“Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.”

Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world’s hunks and colors,
The soul descends once more in bitter love
To accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,
“Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating
Of dark habits,
keeping their difficult balance.”


(from Collected Poems 1943-2004. Copyright © 2004 by Richard Wilbur. Harcourt, Inc.)




Unlovely you called yourself
And at once I felt I was never lovely:
I, who had few truths to go to
Found you doubting what I loved.

Now I make you lovely my own way.
Unmentioned were we certain
Of a greater, in small assurances
Others may find trivial:


The same in all weathers.

And not till there is an end to singing
Will you go,
As you have always gone, quiet.

But like your birds that wake in the night
To sleep again:



(from ALL the collected short poems 1923-1958. Copyright © 1965 by Louis Zukofsky. W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.)



somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

— e.e. cummings

(from Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Liveright Publishing Corporation)



I can no more hear Love’s
Voice.  No more moves
The mouth of her.  Birds
No more sing.  Words
I speak return lonely.
Flowers I pick turn ghostly.
Fire that I burn glows
Pale.  No more blows
The wind.  Time tells
No more truth.  Bells
Ring no more in me.
I am all alone singly.
Lonely rests my head
—Oh my God!  I am dead


(from Poetry (June 1941), © Poetry Foundation)



I stand on the first step under the torn mouths of hours
in a new suit. Terrified of the arched webs and the dust,
of my speech, my own hair slicked with its thin pride,
I jut like a thorn; I turn, my pain turns and closes.

Tell me again about silence. Tell me I won’t,
not ever, hear the cold men whispering in my pores
or the mothers and fathers who scream in the bedroom
and throw boxes of money between them and kiss.

At the window, faces hover against the soft glow
like names. If I cry out, it will forget me and go;
if I don’t, nothing begins again. Tell me
about mercy again, how she rides in eternity’s arms

in the drifts and the dreams come. The night is dying.
Wisely it thinks of death as a thing born of desire.
Gently it opens its sharp ribs and bites through
and holds me. Tell me about my life again, where it is now.


(from Lies. Copyright © 1969 by C.K. Williams. Houghton Mifflin Company)



Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.


(from Emily Dickinson. The Laurel Poetry Series © 1960  by Richard Wilbur. Dell Publishing Co., Inc.)

32nd Kindred Congress

Brothers in mind and spirit,

Peace and light be with you all. Be informed about our yearly congress.

Where? When? What you need to do? It is all in the poster. If you are true to the credo, we will see you there.

Message from the Founder


Dear brod:

This is the founder writing you in my official capacity as your supreme grand lord sigman.

Effective today, September 21, 2017, I am placing all members of Kappa Sigma, including the members of my council, on loyalty check pending the fulfillment of the following precondition:

If you are still with us– that is, if you still count yourself as an upright and loyal brother of Kappa Sigma– you are hereby directed to submit your name and contact details to loyaltycheck@kappasigmafraternity.net, in the manner strictly as outlined below:

1) FULL NAME (First Middle Last)=
2) DATE OF BIRTH (e.g. November 30, 1985)=
3) BATCH NAME (e.g. 1985-A Xeretik)=
4) CHAPTER (i.e. the school/university you were inducted into)=
5) NAME OF SPONSOR (or batchmate or any officer present at the time of your induction, so long as the name you provide is still a member)=
6) HOME ADDRESS (for mailing, complete and with zip code)=
8) PERSONAL EMAIL (company/office emails invalid)=
9) MOBILE NOS. (list all that apply)=
10) FACEBOOK PROFILE (e.g. https://www.facebook.com/zuck)=

Important!: Incomplete submissions, including those that do not follow the specified format, are null and void and may cause your email to be permanently blocked. The same applies to all off-topic responses. If you do not have a facebook account, you will need to get one for verification purposes.

Be duly advised that by submitting your contact details, you are heretofore and by the same token renewing and reaffirming the oath of loyalty you took the day you were sworn into the fraternal fold, in essence: to promote and protect the good name and integrity of Kappa Sigma, abide by its doctrine and decrees, obey its constitution and bylaws, and uphold the “Way of the Sigman.”

In other words, do not bother submitting your contact details if for whatever reason you think you are no longer in a position to honor your word and live by your oath. I will take nothing less.

You have until November 1, 2019 to submit, which should give you more than enough time to think this through. Study the Mother Constitution and decide if you are still willing to be bound by its letter and spirit, without question or reservation. Review the Guiding Principles and reflect on whether the fraternity still resonates with you, in thought and in deed. Ask yourself: Do I still want this? Is it still worth my time and energy?

If, after November 1, 2019, your contact details are not yet with me, I will take your inaction to mean that you no longer wish to keep your membership (i.e. definitive proof of disinterest, desertion, arrant disregard if not outright defiance) and have your name officially removed from the fraternity’s roster of members.

In other words, only those who complied and submitted their names and contact details to loyaltycheck@kappasigmafraternity.net on or before November 1, 2019 shall from thereon forward be considered bonafide members of the fraternity. No exceptions. No extensions. No excuses.

As for the rest— after November 1, 2019— there is no rest.

Note: Do not waste my time. Do not say you are unaware. Do not say you have not been informed. While it is your right to be duly informed, it is equally your duty to keep yourself informed– by making yourself accessible (and available), through our official website, our mailinglist, or by simply making an effort to reconnect with your fraternity.

Until then, be reminded that you remain on loyalty check with the full measure of your membership rights and privileges, except your right to resign, contingent upon your compliance (see Appendix I, Mother Constitution).

To the brod who cannot submit and commit, this is your chance at a graceful and dignified exit. To the brod who chooses to stay, be prepared to work because I will take your word for it.

This is a loyalty check.

Fraternally yours,

Founder/SGLS, Kappa Sigma, Philippines

PS. If you are reading this message elsewhere, say, via the fraternity’s official website or any of the fraternity’s official online channels, you may respond to my call, granting you still wish to keep your membership, and submit your contact details, subject to the specifications outlined in this letter, to loyaltycheck@kappasigmafraternity.net.

PPS. Feel free to share this letter to any brod. Simply copy the following link and send it to whom it may concern: http://kappasigmafraternity.net/loyaltycheck.html

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