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Sarong pawati pero bakong karaw-karaw na paghona buda pagtino sa sakuyang banwang Tabaco

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Dapat masabutan ta na sa kagadanan / Kailangang maintindihan na natin sa kamatayan 

Dapat masabutan ta na sa kagadanan an mga bitin na reyalisasyon-kahaputan manungod sa katotoohan na pigtuturo sato kan mga gadan na bagay.

An mga naghahalat na bagay. Kuta masakop ta buda mahigop an dipisilon sawodon nindang simbolo. Maipaliwanag ta na an kamunduan na pig-uulakit ninda satuya. Anong kamunduan ini na garo yaon naman sa buot ta? Nakikigtinuhan.

Kuta iyan an mahaman ta sa kagadanan, ta an satong mga kahaputan an dai minabilog satuya.

Marso 22, 2008. Pawa.

Salin:

Kailangang maintindihan na natin sa kamatayan ang mga bitin na reyalisasyon-katanungan tungkol sa katotohanan na itinurturo sa atin ng mga patay na bagay.

Ang mga naghihintay na bagay. Sana masakop na natin at mahigop ang mahirap bigkasin nilang simbolo.


Maipapaliwanag na natin ang kalungkutan na inihahawa nila sa atin. Anong kalungkutan ito na tila nasa kalooban na rin natin?
Nakikibati.

Sana iyan ang makamtan natin sa kamatayan, dahil ang mga katanungan ang hindi bumubuo sa atin.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

On the Last Urag-urag for the month of May 

Nights Like This

1.

I got a weird Quill/UP Diliman college days feeling tonight, while in my cultural group's regular gig Urag-urag. A lot of familiar people were there (although the event was a commercial flop) that I felt I haven't seen for a long time. This afternoon today it looked as if it's gonna rain hard, but tonight the stars were out, and it was just one irrisistable saturday night. I laughed trully for months or even years. It was a good night; I wasn't that drunk, I played my fill, and sweat a lot while playing--it was good. I'm not going to edit this although a voice behind me keeps on whispering linguistic crap in my ear. This is a "Christie Road" moment I got here. (refere to previous blog on Greenday Kerplunk!)

This is just one artsy fartsy night, and I'm in it. Around me people were talking about short films and plans for plays, while a band cries out thier original songs. The bar is bare, yes, but who cares? I just asked where could all the teenagers in Tabaco be tonight, to a friend. And he had no idea. Wow. Where could all the young people be tonight in a night like this?

What could they be doing tonight? I met new faces sharing with us the same preoccupations, and I just remembered that its still summer. And I remembeed all my previous summers. Particularly that summer of 96, when me and my friends did nothing but make and play songs. What grasshoppers we were. And this summer had that taste. Only now i'm older. For a stretch of forever I didn't feel anxious...or I might have but i quickly forgot about it while blabbering away with someone over the loud music. I feel so packed like Spam or an airtight pillow. What will I ever lose by dying? But please not yet, O Lord.

2.

I only drank one beer and my tongue is loose.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Higgly Town Fears 

She would block her tiny body against the TV screen whenever I raise the remote to that direction, as if that would prevent the channel from changing--my daughter loves Higgly Town Heroes, that much. So most of the times, I get to watch it with her. I even know the songs, and actually notice if the episode is a re-run. There's only one tiny thing I notice about the show that causes me to feel one tiny misgiving. There's this part in the flow of every Higgly Town episode where a problem will crop up, which is apparently "too big" a job for the Higgly Town kids, and so they need some help from the Higgly Town Hero featured for that show. Anyway, that's not where I saw something. It's in this part wherein Twinkle would think of a very "lofty" idea to solve the problem, before giving up and ask for help from the adults, because Fran, the squirrel character, their baby-sitter, would always bring it down with a condescending "Great idea there, Twinkle, but..."

I know kids should be taught logic and that the moon is not made of green cheese, but what's the big idea with "I hate to rain on your parade, Twinkle, but there are no such things as flying elephants and ant engineers..." What became of make-believe? What became of dreams of being a swan or a princess in a sugar-coated kingdom? Should my daughter skip all of these and think like a realist? (Come to think of it, a talking squirrel, advising about reality, is a contradiction. Or is that the point I failed to see?) Although, recently, I had observed a noticeable cutting down with the "come on that's not possible" attitude. And the squirrel is actually "riding" with Twinkle, like inventing her own "fantastic" reasons like "the flying elephants are oiling their wings" instead of a cold, hard, "flying elephants don't exist." The Disney people just probably wanted to teach our kids about the balance of reality and fantasy, and that's okay, even if, not counting books, they are themselves, the store house of the biggest, and greatest fantasies in the universe. I only probably want my daughter to have a satisfyingly long suspension of disbelief.

But then when she finally lets me have the control of the channels, and I arrive at these pictures of death and crumbling structures, of brutality and a world slowly coming to an end, I think about the border between fantasy and reality again, and this time my fear is no longer itty-bitty. Where can we put flying elephants and princesses on marshmallow carriages in the midst of this evil? And our children--how far out in Higgly Town or wherever dreamland their minds are, before being finally breached by the real?

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