kabisdak: aduna ko’y balay

3.18.2021

aduna ko’y balay

Kaniadto

Nga wala pa nila putla ang punoan

Sa bayabas hangtod wala na’y nahibilin

Nga duga sa iyang alimyon; kaniadto

Nga wala pa nila gisukod

Ang matag kwadrado sa yuta,

Gituok nila sa matag suok, nisangpot

Sa kawad-on; kaniadtong wala pa

Milurang ang bagyo ug gitagana

Ang sanga sa kaymito, mikiyod

Sa bintana, nakighagwa sa delubyo;

Kaniadtong wala pa gipugngan

Ang katam-is sa nangka ug

Nagpunay ang iyang pagsanay

Kaniadtong wala pa mabugto

Ang mga kwerdas sa bungbong nga

Maoy buhing saksi sa mga huni ug

Katawa; kaniadtong wala pa

Ang eklipse sa adlaw gitahi

Ang mga kurtina sa iyang anino;

Kaniadtong wala pa magpangita

Ang bata sa kalipay, modakop

Sa kahangop kon unsa

Ang lintunganay ug kayano; kaniadto

Nga wala pa madani si Whitey sa hilo

Nga gitagay hangtod gasusapinday siya

Ngadto sa iyang lubnganan didto

Duyog sa mga ugat sa mabungahong

Bayabas, tinuod, aduna ko’y balay.

Kaniadto.

-- MALOU ALORRO

Cebu City, Philippines

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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."