kabisdak: akong mga apo sa hongkong

6.22.2010

akong mga apo sa hongkong

Si Jack ug Maxie preskong misakanaog
sa Pok Fu Lam Family Trail
inalirongan sa ihalas walingwaling
ni Lola Thelma ug Mommy Carmel.
Ilang mestisong bayhon miadorno,
mikumpayot, miikid-ikid lagbas
sa nagsapatos dalandalan
ug nagkintong hagdan-hagdan.
Ang mga namangong gabon nanglupog
sa mutaon, nagkayuring buntag.

(Samtang kaniadto kanhiay, si Tony ug Ditoy
nagtiniil pagbaktas sa nangigdal nga mga pangpang
sa Montealegre tadlas sa mga bung-aw ug lugot
sinaling-ay ang hingigong tirador).

Si Jack ug Maxie mitalidhay, mitungas
ug milugsong sa mga bungtod ug bakilid
ning gaduawng kasingkasing
nga lumalarga na ugma puhon.

Napalgan ang nahanaw. Namalik
ang nikagiw nga kabatan-on!

-- MELQUIADITO M. ALLEGO
Palm Harbor, Florida, USA

1 comment:

M said...: king family trail
maoy esena sa "Love Is A Many-
Splendored Thing" diin makita ni
Jennifer Jones ang alibangbang nga
maoy espiritu sa patay nang war
correspondent William Holden.; June 27, 2010 at 8:39 PM

hagit sa handurawan

"Reimmersion (in native culture) is not an end in itself; it is to define more clearly the native grounds on which the Cebuano poet stands, the local parameters of language and experience, toward the end that he can stand in the world confident in the singular value of his own voice...

To conserve and extend the resources to which the Cebuano poet is heir by enhancing the natural rhythms of native speech, cultivating the rich concreteness of dialect, and confronting the particulars of his social experience...

The Cebuano poet today does not come upon a language that is already there, ready to use; he has to recreate it not only out of the rawness of daily speech but summon out of language that which has already fallen away from common consciousness and use."

-- Dr. Resil Mojares,
"Cebuano Poetry: Looking Backward, Forward."

matod nila, mando nato

"What could I say at all without my roots?... What could I say without coming to ground?... and I took no journey other than the return."
-- Pablo Neruda

"And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
-- T.S. Eliot

"The work of language deserves our greatest care, for the tongue’s fire may devour the world, or may light the way."
-- Scott Russell Sanders

"Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god… The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island."
-- Derek Walcott

"We ascend, from the infinite pit of our perceptions, to the finite life of words."
-- William Bronk

salo-salmot

Ari mo! Ambi, atong tilawan ang imong tampo. Palihog ipadala lang ang tinagik nga balak ug sugilanon ngadto sa geemyko@gmail.com.

Kinahanglang bag-o pang haon ang mugna nga imong buot idalit. Ang tigpasiugda ug tigdumala (moderator) niining balayan gapanilap sa katungod nga mopili ug modumili sa tampo. Tugotan pod unta siya og higayon nga mosugyot pagdugang og asin kon matab-angan usahay, pasabwan kun paughan gamay imong hinukad. Mao'y tumong ining balayan ang mamugnaong paghalingay ug pagsaw-anay sa atong gidalit. Kon gibalibaran, palihog ayaw og tyabaw. Ayaw tawon pamaak. Lagmit wala lang mobukal ang lana sa tigdumala kabahin sa timailhan sa tinuod nga wakwak.

sa makausa pa

"Reimmersion (in native culture) is not an end in itself; it is to define more clearly the native grounds on which the Cebuano poet stands, the local parameters of language and experience, toward the end that he can stand in the world confident in the singular value of his own voice...

To conserve and extend the resources to which the Cebuano poet is heir by enhancing the natural rhythms of native speech, cultivating the rich concreteness of dialect, and confronting the particulars of his social experience...

The Cebuano poet today does not come upon a language that is already there, ready to use; he has to recreate it not only out of the rawness of daily speech but summon out of language that which has already fallen away from common consciousness and use."
-- Dr. Resil Mojares,
"Cebuano Poetry: Looking Backward, Forward."