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8.20.2016

saksi ako niini

Saksi ako niini:

Gikan sa simbahan ang bag-ong kasal

Nihapit sa painitan sa lungsod

Siya sa iyang puti lace nga boda ug ang lalaki

Sa iyang krema nga barong tagalog.

Naghinungitay sila sa budbod ug sikwate

Kay walay laing kutsarita ang tindera,

Ug pagkahuman gilatas nila ang lapokong merkado

Ug gitunob niya ang iyang puting sapatos

Nga gipiskan ug abohong lapok sa bunok sa uwan,

Iyang giisa ang sidsid sa sapot

Ug nagkatawa sila samtang gipayongan sa lalaki

And iyang bag-ong asawa sa paglakaw nila

Ngadto sa jeep nga naghuwat daplin sa karsada

Aron dad on sila pauli sa bukid

Nga giyongyongan ug daghan pang itom ug bug-at nga mga panganod

Sa ting-ulan nga gikan sa panahon sa paglalik sa kalibotan,

Ako nga dalagita pa,

Nisaad sa akong kaugalingon og kasal nga ingon niadto

Puting boda ug sapatos, ulan, lapok, jeep, panon sa panganod , ug tinabonang bukid.

-- ESTER TAPIA Kathmandu, Nepal

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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

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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.

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"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."