kabisdak: ang hulma sa mga butang nga umaabot

12.02.2010

ang hulma sa mga butang nga umaabot

ug dili na nimo madumdom
ang dalan kaniadto kay
gitukoran na kini og edipisyo—

ug dili na ka makapalupad
sa imong tabanog ngadto sa
hawanan nga nahimutangan

sa kompyuteran. wala na gani
ang mga bulak nga manurok
lang sa kilidkilid nga atong

pangiboton ug akong ibutang
sa imong mga dalunggan—
bisan siguro sila wala

na makasabot sa mga
panghitabo sa ilang palibot—
kahinumdom pa ka sa lagkaw

ni Nang Rosa nga naa
mahimutang daplin sa dalan?
maayo gani patay na siya

wala na makasaksi atong adlawa
nga ilang gipalapdan ang dalan
dihang gilumpag iyang payag.

kadungog ba ka sa hungihong
nga kini na pod kuno atong baryo
ang hawanan aron tukoran

og ospital? kutob na lang kita ini
sa pagpanghupaw kay ilaha man
ang tanan: balaod, yuta, tubig,

hasta ang Ginoo (gawas ra siguro
anang mga bulak nga manurok
og kalit ug subsob-takulaw

nga mahanaw). kon ibaligya na nila
ogsugod ang hangin—andam na
ba ikaw nga dili moginhawa?

-- JULIAN B. LOPEZ III
Cebu City, Philippines

1 comment:

M said...: imaginative
creative
padayon
paghablon

-mananambalak; December 4, 2010 at 10:19 AM

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."