kabisdak: ang payag sa bungtod

11.25.2011

ang payag sa bungtod

inig-abli sa iyang bentana

mosulod ang kabuntagon
sa sulod, mangukab sa
tinabonang tinughong sa
babher, manimhot sa sinugbang
putpot, molingkod sa lantay
magkanta-kanta og
kamingaw sa payag,
ug kon mokatol ang kamot
mangawat og itlog sa pangki,
manghimudlay sa
sibay ug magpakaaron-ingnon nga
karaang bisita, magtaghoy-taghoy,
motilaw sa utan-kamunggay,
unya mogawas kini nga
magsipit sa kahumot sa aso
sa abohan, lugsong sa darohan
mosakay sa kabaw ug mohunghong
sa mag-uuma nga tingpamahaw na
ug nakaligo na ang iyang asawa

-- OMAR KHALID
Medellin, Cebu, Philippines

2 comments:

M said...: rural tone sustained
throughout the poem
even in the wife's morning
bath ready to be devoured
by the pulsating sunrise
emanating from the fertile
bolo of the farmer
what a sensual imagery
by a complete versatile
all-encompassing poet!

-mananambalak; November 25, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Litoux Camus said...: the return of the comeback. makagutom. :); November 29, 2011 at 8:33 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."