kabisdak: kahingpitan

8.09.2017

kahingpitan

Sukad gikusokuso, gipuga, gipalo-palo,

ug gibuwad sa kapitan

ang bangaw,

napapas ang dalag ug kahil.

Nagisi ang lunhaw.

Wala kini tagda sa kapitan.

Wala pod siya matandog dihang nibanaw ang pula.

Gipanghambog niya ang pagpabilin sa bughaw,

tagom, ug tapol-- ang mga hinungdan

nganong gahi iyang mga bukton

ug dughan.

Usa ka adlaw,

gikan niya gibagyo pag-usab

og mga sumbag ug sikad

ang puti nga punching bag nga iyang gibitay

sa balkonahe,

naluya siya.

Nagakos niya ang punching bag

nga nisuyop sa nag-agas niya nga singot.

Nalup-og.

Sa dihang nabuak na sa iyang singot

ngadto sa pito ka bulok

ang punching bag,

nimata siya.

Naa’y heneral nga miduaw ug misaludo

sa punching bag.

Niabot sa atop ang baha sa luha ni kapitan.

Nahimong dalag ang tagom niyang atop

ug bughaw nga haligi. Nahimong kahil

ang tapol nga mga bungbong,

ug ang kap-atan ka tuig niyang lunhaw nga lawas

nahuboan.

-- DESIREE L. BALOTA  Talisay City, Cebu, Philippines

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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."

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"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."