Philippine Poetry

[kiretoce]

New thread!

[eonynx]

we are in the second thread already. my apologies for my last two entries are with errors. however, i'll just make an edited repost of the last one. thanks kimber for the second thread!

Moonlit Yearnings


I dream of slowly unclothing you
Truly in body, soul, and spirit
To be one and know the intimate you
Stripping mystically bit by bit

By candlelight, on lovenest lain
Enlightened love will never wane
The light of love all through the night
Heart of romance under the moonlight

O let me kiss you and call you love!
And sing love’s longings under the moon
From here below to heaven above,
Let the stars and crickets hear my tune

O let me hold you and make you mine!
And I will love you forever more
Please believe my every word and line!
For you alone are whom my love for

For all men’s lies and broken promises
Of women fooled by verbal caresses
My moonlight vows will stay forever
And love you still when night is over.

[adgaps]

nice poem there!

parang pakiramdam ko talaga eh gabi na... hehe..

btw, here's a poem i wrote last month.. based on personal experience...

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Eloisa

Nakaupo ako sa loob ng asul na tren
Nang pumasok ang mga kolehiyala
Masayang nagkukwentuhan, nagtatawanan

Makalipas ang ilang istasyon
Ilan sa kanila'y nakaupo
Ang isa pa nga'y nakatabi ko

Ngunit may isang nakapukaw sa atensyon ko
Nagpumilit makisiksik sa kolehiyalang katabi ko
Kaya agad akong tumayo at pinaupo sya

"Ay, hindi, ok lang kuya, upo lang kayo"
"Hinde, ok lang," sabi ko naman
Nakangiti kami pareho, mata'y nagtagpo

Sa labas ay natatanaw ko na ang Makati
Alam kong sa susunod na istasyon ay bababa na ako
Doon ka rin ba bababa, magandang binibini?

Bumukas ang pinto, at bumaba ako
Hindi bumaba ang magandang kolehiyalang 'yon
Sumara ang pinto, at lumabas na ako ng istasyon

Ilang minuto lang tayong nagkasama
Ngunit napasaya mo ang puso ko
Eloisa, nasaan ka na?

[bakasaurus]

Originally Posted by bakasaurus

Kamingaw

-by bakasaurus



Nangutana ka kon
gimingaw ba ko
diha sa atoa.

Minglili ko sa gawas,
sa way kataposan nga laray
diha sa kamaisan.

Hilom kang naghuwat
sa akong tubag, ug mituktuga-ok
ang mga hiniktan ni Noy Biryo.

Unta makadungog ka sa iyagak
aning nag-inusarang banog, nga karon
nagtuyok-tuyok ubos sa dag-om.

I will try to make an English translation.

Longing

You asked me
if I am still
missing you.

I glanced outside
towards the endless rows
of cornfields.

Quietly, you waited
for my reply, and I heard
Noy Biryo's cocks crow.

If only you can hear
the cry of this lone eagle now
circling above, beneath the coming storm.

[eonynx]

nice! more of them.

[2d0k]

(pagsuko at pag-ibig)

sungkitin mo ang mga bituin
at ang mga ito'y ikuyom sa mga palad,
nang sa sandaling ang araw ay mamayapa'y
tayo'y may ilaw sa gabi ng ating paglalakbay.

ihimlay mo ang iyong pagal na katawan
at ialay sa aking pusong walang saysay,
umiiyak sa kalawakan, nang sa aking tabi'y
malimot ang pighati't pangamba ng yumaong araw.

at sa iyong pagsuko sa pagsilang ng bagong buwan,
ating mga kamay ay iisa, magkahawak,
sa pag-ukit ng isang sanlibutan, isang hardin,
apoy at pag-ibig sa isang magdamag.

mga labi sa iyong balikat at dibdib,
sa iyong porselanang katawan, iyong mundo,
haplos at dama, nagdidiskubreng mga palad,
hanggang sa pag-apaw ng iyong batis.

sa dilim ng gabi, oras ay mananatili,
pangarap at katotohanan, mag-iisa, iisa,
nang paggising sa tamis ng panaginip, sa bukang liwayway,
tayo'y mamulat sa ating bagong daigdig, bagong pag-ibig.

*wrote this on march 30, 2004..

[lewdsaint]

Just an invitation.

[bakasaurus]

Originally Posted by eonynx

nice! more of them.

Thanks bai. And more of your poems too. With your love poems, ilan kaya ang mga chicks mo dyan. Hahaha.

[2d0k]

me chics? pwede sali? hehehe

[eonynx]

right now, i'm uber busy with other endeavors. the demands of which require both nitty gritty and big-picture focus. this led me to grant a self-imposed sabbatical leave from things literature. may you all keep the thread alive.

just lurking!

write on!

[AngMiron]

This one is my 2nd post, and a self-introduction as well.

Sa Binondo

Sabi ng karatula, Seiko: Modern Masters
of Time, at napatingin ako sa relong nabili
sa Divisoria, kalahating oras lang ang nakalipas.
Oo, hindi ito Seiko, pero ako ang Amo
Ng Panahon, at dito, may dalawang babaeng
pinag-aagawan ang gusgusing lalaking nakasuot
ng tsalekong pang-taglamig, at may tanod
na nanonood lang habang ngising-asong sumisilip
sa relo. Dito, kumakain ako ng siopao, at doon,
naglalakad ako. Siyempre, ang lahat ng ito'y
nangyayari nang wala ka, at hawak ko ang talaan
ng mga dapat sanang pupuntahan. Halimbawa,
may masarap na siomai dito, at heto naman
ang pinakamagaling magluto ng kikiam.
At dadalawin ko silang lahat. Titingin ako
sa relo, at dahil nabili ko ito sa halagang
sandaang piso, ay iisiping mali naman
ang panahon, at Ako Ang Amo Nito, at Ako
Ang Magbibigay-Kahulugan Dito. Ako
na naglalakad sa Binondo, kumakain ng siopao,
at akong naka-tsaleko, pinag-aagawan
ng dalawang babaeng dala ang iyong mukha,
at maglalakad hanggang simbahan ni San Lorenzo,
at magsisindi ng insenso nang ang panahon
ay bumaligtad at ika'y makita ko rito, sa tabi ko,
naglalakad sa Quiapo, patungong Binondo.

[eonynx]

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...
--Elizabeth Browning--


"Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth."
--A Midsummer Night's Dream by W. Shakespeare--
******

i
Why do i love thee ?
The real you, could I see?
Why do I love thee?
Let me look inside me
ii
Do I love thee because of?
Do I love thee in spite of?
Only angels are seen by the former
While angels and demons, by the latter
iii
If love is not a state of mind,
But a matter of the heart
Then love can indeed be blind,
Seeing only the pretty part
iv
If to love is to be blind,
Not to love makes me see
If to love not makes me find,
The real you and me
v
Or if love does makes me see,
The real you and me
Is this not a love so true?
Still there after seeing demons in you
vi
Yes, still there after seeing demons in you
Love dives where angels dare not tiptoe
What if love’s object goes to hell?
"Fool!", sighs Reason, if love goes as well
vii
Why then do I still love thee?
If being so in love can be foolish,
Why are countless still fools for love?
That love makes fools of us all!

--eon oregon spring--

[eonynx]

'Tis the heart's month and season
For noble or foolish reason
As seasons return and change,
Love is familiar yet strange.

Happy Valentines everyone!

[eonynx]

(excerpts)

Dreams are cast when embraced are cares
Waking hours unravel nightmares
Native courage, with pills, are spent
Foreign fears become resident

Emergency mode activated
Devoid of things to be dreaded
Comes so alive with bated breath
In seeing dark, imagined death....

--eon oregon spring--

[eonynx]

(excerpts)

'Di ko kailangan ng viagra
Pag-ibig nati'y binata at dalaga
Mananatiling makisig at sariwa
Hanggang sa tayo'y tumanda

'Di ko kailangan ng viagra
Wala na ngang hahanapin pa
Mawalay man aking pagnanasa,
Iibiging tunay pa rin kita, aking sinta!

--eon oregon spring--

[bumbilya]

http://lifestyle.inquirer.net/artsandbooks/artsandbooks/view/20100315-258674/Mindanao-production-transposes-poetry-to-theater


Mindanao production transposes poetry to theater

By Steven Patrick C. Fernandez
Philippine Daily InquirerDateFirst Posted 22:05:00 03/15/2010

‘SugaTula’ was the exercise that allowed words to jump off the page onto the stage
THE INVITATION FOR the Integrated Performing Arts Guild (Ipag), resident company of the MSU-Iligan Institute of Technology, to represent Mindanao in the 4th iTanghal: National University and College Theater Festival, posed another opportunity for us to perform a production that was not the usual.

Through 33 years, Ipag has blended a theater that draws from immersions in North-Central Mindanao mixed with the currents of the region’s dance, music, literature and the visual arts. It scoops from both the indigenous and colonial banks.

Ipag presented a multimedia “SugaTula”—not the usual beginning-middle-end narrative. In fact, “SugaTula” was not a play at all, in the strict sense, but a collection of eight poems transplanted into performance.

This transplantation from one medium to another we call “transcreation.”

The outcome was more than what we expected: The performed poems drew two large audiences into the realm of the word.

Facets of lifestyles

The eight poems illustrated themes that revealed facets of Visayan and Mindanaon lifestyles.

We chose the poems through their variety and the moods they presented. The choice of using these poems was based on a bias: Poets of Manila and Cebu had the better chances of being known because they had the more numerous opportunities for publication and networking.

Not surprisingly, our Mindanao writers are unknown even to our readers because books here never carry our writers’ works or their names.

The production was a chance to portray Mindanao, in a sober light. Mindanao has too often conjured stock images of blood, Ampatuans, and clan war. The impression is unfair to the majority who live as normal Filipinos do.

The poems tackle such “normal” subjects as a poet’s angst, death, desire, love, homosexuality. Of course, there will always be a sprinkling of lumad and “exotica,” of lore and legend, and of ritual and prayer—all Mindanao mainstays.

“SugaTula” was the exercise that allowed words to jump off the page onto the stage. The production allowed us the venue to test how effective the magic of poetry can also become the magic of the stage.

Poems are “transcreated” to dance, music, chants and images—mediums that congeal a transfigured form to capture the original intent, insight and expressive content of the poem. This cross-media production explores the emotive power of the word in poetry as poetry is performed in another form.

In the crossroads of poetry and performance (thus, the Cebuano term sugat), the production brought to our audiences the exhilarating experiences of the poems of Christine Godinez-Ortega, Anthony Tan, Ralph Semino Galan, German Gervacio and Marjorie Evasco.

Popular attention

Much of our work of three decades have been transcreations as we have discovered epics, legends and lore from the founts of our cultural absorptions among the Muslims, lumads and settlers.

Our work in the theater has drawn popular attention to regional materials, particularly those produced by home-bred writers. Ipag plans to continue with the transcreation of more poems as we address the larger output of Bisaya (Waray, Hiligaynon, Cebuano) and indigenous poetry.

Local color, the provincial lifestyle, the tribesmen’s world, and violence under the faiths are only some of the subjects our poets’ writings deal with.

The process attempts to capture and freeze the evocative qualities of the poems. It draws out the literal and figurative meanings of the poems and their abstract and ethereal significances that are reshaped palpable to an audience.

The parameters a reader uses to study poems—persona, mood, tone, rhythm, music, theme—have complements in performance. These parameters in performance evoke the same emotive effects the original poems have on their readers.

Audience participation

The production made liberal use of projected digital images woven by short film clips, images, text projected between segments and between vignettes, and sounds. An actor, through his annotation, tied the segments and guided the audience to stay within the reinterpretation of the poems. Performers in the vignettes also annotated parts.

The production opened the participation of the audiences who interacted (thus, breaking the fourth wall) with the performance and the performers.

After each show, the featured poets and the performers engaged the audience in conversation. The poets talked about their poetry, poetics and creative process.

Enjoying poetry in different forms brought our audiences back to the power of the word. Feedback was that poetry pierced an impression on our mostly young audiences (majority of them students). Most treated poetry as an esoteric undertaking, a separate reality from the mundane and an idea that was only applicable in the classroom.

To the theater makers of Ipag, “SugaTula” was the most effective way our audiences got themselves acquainted with our writers and their works. To appreciate poetry, our audiences required an endearing experience as magical as the theater.

The author is artistic director of the Integrated Performing Arts Guild of Mindanao.

[eonynx]

As a single day is by the moon and sun,
We are unlike sovereigns loving as one.

[Maxxclip]

As the heavens are high and the earth is deep,
So the hearts of kings are unsearchable.

[eonynx]

What is your love in the equation?
Is it a variable or constant?
Can it stand any situation?
Adapting to any need or want.

[eonynx]

Vehicles stuck on the street
Fast paced are the workers’ feet
Rising early is a drag
Lazy Sunday has a gag

The world is suddenly dull
Made alive by schedules full
Indeed, Monday’s everywhere
I can feel it in the air.