WESTERN VISAYAS
I Long
( Mark Anthony A. Grejaldo )
In the whisper of the narra
At night while
It rocks the sal-ing,
In the monotone of our rooster
Whose crowing wakes us up
At dawn,
Whose crowing wakes us up
At dawn,
In the argument between
Our two dogs which of them
Would eat lunch first,
Our two dogs which of them
Would eat lunch first,
In the silent words
Of the fish in the river were
We bathe and wash our clothes,
Of the fish in the river were
We bathe and wash our clothes,
In the screaming of our
Ducks for they are being stalked
By the cat of the house across,
Ducks for they are being stalked
By the cat of the house across,
And in the noise of the rats
In our kitchen as they
Gnaw the sacks
Of palay—
In our kitchen as they
Gnaw the sacks
Of palay—
I long: for
Here at the Evacuation Center,
The only thing I
Hear is the silent
Howl of the ashen wind
After Mayon growled
And salivated
Embers.
Here at the Evacuation Center,
The only thing I
Hear is the silent
Howl of the ashen wind
After Mayon growled
And salivated
Embers.
Alain Russ Dimzon is
an ilonggo farmer and was born in Jaro, Iloilo City onoctober 31, 1963.
He studied at West Visayas State University taking up B.S Biological
Sciences. He is an active cultural worker. He wasa member of National
Committee on the Literary Arts (NCCA) and became a chairperson of
Committee on Literature, Arts Council of Iloilo (ACIFI).
The Silence of the Tabernacle
(Translated by the author)
The writer
Shouts on
The silence
Of the tabernacle.
“Saint Mary,
Faith is a woman!”
He can see
Images
In the pealing
From the belfry.
The statues
Of the disciples
Have the faces
Of women.
The last peek
Of the sun
Breaks
The painting
Of St. Michael
Defeating
The devil.
St. Micahel!
Jesus Christ!
You are women!
I will revise
The Bible!
In the middle of the darkness,
In front of the tabernacle,
The writer burns
A black veil.
Isidro
M. Cruz who won First Prize, Poetry in English, for Bodies of Water.
according to him "...a Palanca isn't necessary for writing, just for the
writer's ego,". He wrote the poem entitled Bulkitan which is from his
book REDEEMING THE BODY.
BULKITAN
by Isidro M. Cruz
Years ago, the Hiligaynon signboard
for a vulcanizing shop did not summon
the god of fire and metallurgy.
Back then I took karon to mean later,
but afterwards I learned it could also mean
now, so that the same word could point
to two opposing time spots. Strabismus
poses a problem of spatial interpretation
(as the same thing occupies binary positions)
and a temporal one too (if I try to measure
the time it takes to move from the right image
to the other). To coin is to invent a word,
itself a medium of exchange. A bill
means both paper money and advertising poster
which, in the end, amount to the same thing.
Etymology teaches that sound that bears sense
grows old too and changes inside out:
that love, from leubh, the root of libido,
originally meant desire, and lust,
from las, meant eagerness. How distinct
could they be, desire and eagerness?
As traffic stands still across a bulkitan
in Tanza, I think of how a punctured tire
gets plugged so air could bear the weight
of a fire truck loaded with firemen and water,
its siren announcing in the streets
the oncoming battle between water and fire,
while a dictionary burns beside some bills.
Bulang
by Bryan Mari Argos
by Bryan Mari Argos
Tay, paano maghupot sang inugbulang nga sulog?
Indi bala, dapat ginahimashimas pirmi?
Sa aga,
Sa udto,
Kag bag-o magkatulog?
Indi bala, dapat ginahimashimas pirmi?
Sa aga,
Sa udto,
Kag bag-o magkatulog?
Pwede na kuno ipang-bulang
Ang akon sulog,
Gani adlaw-adlaw
Iya ginahimashimas,
Sa aga,
Sa udto,
Kag kun ikaw
Nagakatulog.
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