kabisdak: sa traynta minutos nakong pagpaabot nimo

2.06.2011

sa traynta minutos nakong pagpaabot nimo

Tingali, dili mahitabong madakin-as si Mama sa pag-alsag balde
Dili mabuslot sa chlorine ang hinumolang linabhan
Dili manimahog aso ang akong hinayhay bantang

sa naglitson namong silingan
Dili madagit sa iring ang among buwad
Dili maihaw ang manok--gitagana sa akong birthday
Dili mapagan ang akong manghod sa rambol sa eskina
Dili mahimong ayroplanong papel ang akong biodata
Dili makatulon og dyolen ang among kinamanghoran
Dili himoong toothpaste sa akong ig-agaw ang hinatag nga wasabi
Dili ma-PUK ang para load nga cellphone
Dili ko masipyat og tan-aw sa Babaeng Hinugot Sa Aking Tadyang
Dili ko makalingkod og bubblegum
Dili mabali ang tikod sa akong sandal dihang nakurat ko

sa irong kalit nga namaghot
Dili ko sugatog balikas ni Papa sa paglakaw nga walay pananghid
Ug tingali, daghan na kog halin sa beer ug videoke
Sa mga tawong walay valentino ug valentina.

-- GREG A. FERNANDEZ
Muscat, Sultanate of Oman

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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."