As expected, the traitorous plot and dirty game
Of the Tres Sawahes was ultimately adopted by
Haribon, as far as he could muster by his critical
Acumen and skills tempered by long political history.
Have you heard of The Secret? I first saw the movie way back in 2007, when my college teacher showed it to our class. Around 2005, there seemed to be a boom of personal development products, from books to DVD down to various platforms on the Internet.
I was barely in my teens and a greenhorn freshman when the despotic regime of Ferdinand Marcos declared Martial Law in 1972. Having been raised in an outback island where life was easy and unperturbed by the social turbulences in the cities, I was not perturbed by the growing tensions in the national capital and elsewhere, where there were resistance.
Progressive art works better once it serves functions outside galleries and museums. Same with protest poetry, once words step out…
Our esteemed national heroes once envision of an impossible dream in their quest for a united Filipino nation. Since then,…
And so it came to pass that with the literary conventions and figurative devices in presenting the panorama and scene of our narrative, we now arrive at a most outrageous episode of Haribon’s dream flight to peacelandia.
I pushed for Leo Deriada’s proclamation as National Artist for Literature here last week. But he is far from the…
Our children constantly imitate what they see from adults, most especially from age 0-7 although it often stretches up to the…
He must have looked forward to coming home, even if it meant having to do chores. A Pantaron Manobo youth, Obillo…
By design and by default, enclosed concrete spaces heavily secured in built structures exclude. Insiders isolate themselves from the wild natural world outside. They validate each other’s truths and cement their beliefs, so they only receive dubious outsiders, who undergo security checks, satisfy decorum requirements and speak the language. Voices harmonize and synchronize to the point of unison, as if hearing a fellow insider’s voice is no different from hearing one’s own, conjuring delusions of grandeur and visions of the future under the industry they thought they have built with their own hands. Their noble vocation, essential. Their technological knowledge, absolute. Their corporate confidence, intact. Thus, they tremble and panic when proven wrong.
