Realism vs. Genuine Realism

Realism does not deny that our society has cancer that roots upon the system even before someone wrote history. Realism doesn’t speaks of not dwelling into activism and ideological movements because money and saving your family from being poor is much more important. Realism is not practicality and practicality is not always an option. Understanding that there are societal problem and doing something in order to overhaul the system is what we call genuine realism.

Alegorya ng Bukangliwayway

Madaling-araw na nang nagising ako sa banggaan ng tubig-dagat at breakwater. Nakatulog akong hindi namamalayang tigmak na ako sa muli’t-muling pag-ambon sa aking kinalalagyan. Napakadilim pa ng aking paligid, marahil ay blackout na naman sa buong bansa, sa aking palagay hindi matatapos ang pagpatay-sindi ng enerhiya hangga’t hindi pa natatapos ang eleksyon..

Nakakasindak ang aking kapaligiran. Walang ilaw, maingay, dagdag pa nito ang napakalamig na ihp ng hangin.Napakamarahas.

Parang Pilipinas.

Katulad ng gabi ang siyam na taong pamumuno ni Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo sa Pilipinas. Balot ng kadiliman ang paligid, puro ingay ngunit wala ka namang nakikita. Gusto mong tuklasin ang breakwater ngunit natatakot kang lamunin ng dagat sapagkat hindi mu makita ang hangganan ng breakwater at ng dagat. Kailangan mong tumakas salamig ng gabi’t hangin ngunit wala kang magawa dahil sa wala pang araw na sumisikat. Malabo namang gumawa ng apoy dahil papatayin lang ito ng ambong dulot ng hampas ng tubig sa bato.

Nakakalito. Nakakaligalig. Nakakapagpabagabag.

Sa kalagitnaan ng madaling-araw, magsisimula namang mamula ang kalangitan. Pulang singtingkad ng dugo ng lahat ng mga nangamatay dulot ng extrajudicial killings, salvages, massacre at giyera. Kumulang dugo ng mga media men at mga batang namatay sa gutom at kahirapan ng buhay. Dugo ng mga magsasakang piniling idilig ang sariling dugo sa lupang pilit iaagaw ng mga malalaking burgesya.

Habang papalapit ang bukangliwayway, mas tumikingkad ang kulay ng langit. Kulay ng patuloyna pakikibaka at pagrerebulosyon ng mga kasama laban sa bulok na sistema umiiral sa ating bansa. Ang mahihirap ay patuloy na naghihirap, ang mga mayayaman ay patuloy na yumayaman. Kontrolado pa rin ng mga imperyalista ang ating ekonomiya at naghahari pa rin ang mga politikong walang ginawa kundi kamkamin ang kayamana’t pera ng Pilipinas.

Sa pagpasok ng eleksyon, dumugo na ang kalangitan, ang marahas na tubig-dagat ay pula na rin at lalo pang rumaragasa patungong breakwater sa pagpipilit na ito’y tibagan. Magulo. Maingay. Automated.

Natapos ang lahat, hindi na mapigilan ang bukangliwayway. Sa unang pagputok ng dilaw sa langit, ang pangako nitong baguhin ang lahat ay napakasarap namnamin. Unti-unti na ring naging matiwasay ang tubig-dagat. Tahimik. Naghihintay.

Maliwanag na ang kapaligiran, nasa gilid na pala ako ng breakwater, isang hakbang na lang at mahuhulog na ako sa nakapalalim na dagat.

Mataas na ang araw, naramdaman ko na ang init nito. Ang dati kong basang katawa’y ngayo’y unti-unti ng tuyo na. Natakot ako. Nagtataka. Sa pagkakataon bang ito bayani parin ang dilaw? O masusunog lang ako sa tindi ng kanyang init at liwanag sa pagdating ng tanghali?

Siguro ay dapat na ako maghanap ng masisilungan. Makikiramdam. Magmamasid at muli nanamang aabangan ang pagdating ng gabi at bukangliwayway.

Open Letter to a Lover

Everyday I wake up, it’s you that I think about first. All my life, I never felt this extreme affection for someone and I never felt this loved. Not once in my life I have ever been loved and cared for like I always needed, not until now.

Funny how I always wanted to say “I Love You” almost every minute of the day to remind you of all the wonderful feelings the world could ever offer and to simply say that I am deeply touched by your presence.

You said once that saying “I Love You” too much will lose the words’ meaning gradually. I beg to differ, the more I say those three words and the more I hear you say it back, the more I felt so loved and secured.

You seem to be my only reason for living and struggling amidst all the hardships this world could ever lay upon my feet.

I Love You, you know who you are, you’re the best thing that happened in my life.

mga paboritong nobela at iba pa pang aklat

Love in the Time of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Like water for Chocolate - Laura Esquivel

Eva Luna – Isabel Allende

MacArthur – Bob Ong

The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger

The Devil and Miss Prym – Paulo Coelho

Night Buffalo – Guillermo Arriaga

Blindness - Jose Saramago

It – Stephen King

Philippine Society and Revolution – Amado Guerrero

walang plumang ‘di makata

Tumutula ang isang manunulat
sapagkat may mga salitang
‘di kayang ibakat sa papel.
Mga salitang ‘di kayang ibigkas,
mga damdaming nagpupumiglas
ngunit ayaw ipadama,
ayaw ipaunawa.

Tumutula ang isang tao dahil
ibig niyang ipahiwatig
sa wika ng makata
ang ‘di kayang sabihin ng karaniwang wika.
Mga salitang tanging para sa tula lamang,
mga salitang ubod ng tamis.

Tumutula tayo
sa pait ng ligaya,
sa ligaya ng kamatayan
at sa kamatayan ng ligaya.

Tumutula ako dahil ako ay umiibig,
umiibig sa aking bayan,
sa kapwa ko kabataan,
sa kapayapaan at tunay na kalayaan.

Umiibig ako sa’yo.
Oo, ikaw at wala ng iba.

Tumutula ako para sa mga bayani.
Mga bayaning wala sa perang papel
at sa perang bakal,
mga bayaning ‘di kilala,
sa mga bayaning kumonista,
at sa mga bayaning may burgis na pagkilala.

Tumutula ako
dahil gusto kong tumula,
dahil kailangang tumula,
dahil may nagbabasa ng tula,
dahil may umiibig sa tula,
dahil may pag-ibig sa tula.

Hinahayaan ng tulang lumipad ang makata.
Magtampisaw sa dilim
at magbahagi ng liwanag.
Nirerespeto ng tula ang salita,
Bagama’t dinudumihan nito ang malinis na wika.

Ito’y tulad ng kaning mainit,
at RC na malamig,
Siya ay si Biloy na kulot at Eman na buhay.
Yosing red at pulang mandirigma.
Ang tula’y kawangis ng M-16.
Nakamamatay. Nagbibigay-buhay.
Nakakabitin.

the moon

beautiful from afar…

just like the man you know,

i hate the (myanmar) junta

 

i saw this pic in one of broadsheets,..
i hate the junta for being so disrespectful to the monks and their belief,
i hate the junta for putting Burma into global shame,
(i prefer to call it BURMA, than calling it by the name the junta themselves coined ages ago)

the Buddhist monks are the last people i would expect to spark violence against this damend juntas…grrr,

i know why they beat the monks into pulp,
they’re probably fear the potential…they see it…feel it…
the monks are the heart of the protests…
and by beating them and barring the gates of their monastaries, they think , they could put a stop to the revolution…

the picture shows how brutal the juntas are…
and i can also see the fear in their actions…
making fatal moves before the protesters can…
COWARDS!!!!!!!

Aung San Suu Kyi…called it the “greatest wrong in history”
that’s what it is…beating those monks, putting Burma and their people to the edge…

Mark Canning, British ambassador to Burma said that “this is not a matter of fuel prices
but years of dissatisfaction…”

(fuel price raise, the issue that caused stir and small demos last August, then this large marches came, led by the monks)

author’s note…actually this post is my comment to jean claire dy’s post…i also copied the pic…i posted this because i find it worth publishing…

creative non-fiction

ooooh!!! …never had any idea what this is until last Saturday(Oct. 13), the Cordial, the student pub which i’m into, sent me with 2 other staffs to a seminar for tananananan…. “Creative Non-Fiction” writing…it was a blast…especially for me, who is the most ignorant about journalism and the like, which is very ironic because i’m part of a student pub. hahaha,

we talked about “travel writing”, which I always thought to be boring and bland…i mean, you can’t blame me…travel and lifestyle mags are super boring for me…y’know what i mean…the long narratives about how the sunset splashes colors to the blah, blah, blah and more blahs…ooopps!!!! I was totally wrong, once you get to write travel, it makes you wanna write more, ooooh shut up, yes i totally enjoyed playing with the adjectives…exaggerating how the place look like without telling a lie, that’s fun… selling the place, promoting it and knowing you’re effective is hot! Especially when your speaker is Jean Claire Dy, travel ed of mindanews.com, we’ve learned so much, i picked up loads of infos and tips…actually i’ve written about a recent adventure to the Dasureco compound…she liked it, maybe not much…but i guess it was good enough that she wants it for mindanews.com, if i had heard her right…i hope so, i wish this would open up doors, windows, manholes, aaaargh, etc… i really do!!!

travel writing is fun…it makes me want to travel, so that i could write more, eh?

we also discussed ’bout pop culture, profiles and yeah, i think!

maybe i’ll talk about those later…i’m 50 seconds down to a blank…babay…time’s up…