Friday, August 28, 2015

DUNG-AW 1*

ti sallapingaw agtayab
uray no matnag met
     ammo ti nakatugaw iti trono
     ammona amin
ngem apay a saan nga agkuti
     idinto a madayyegen
     daga dagiti agpalpalama
     daga dagiti tagabu
     daga dagiti mananggundaway
     daga dagiti aglablabonan
     daga dagiti mabisbisinan
     daga dagiti maidaddadanes
     daga dagiti balangkantis
     daga dagiti balimbing
     daga dagiti loyalista
     daga dagiti korista
     daga dagiti komunista
     daga dagiti demokratiko
     daga dagiti aktibista
     daga dagiti huramentado
     daga dagiti politiko
     daga dagiti mestiso
     daga dagiti bago
     daga dagiti nagabito
      (a masansan a bumaba
         iti pulpito)
     daga dagiti nasingpet



     

     daga dagiti nadulpet
     
     ay, ti telon ti anarkia
     ay, ti telon bumabbaba
     ay, ti telon lumabbaga
     (ama, kaasiannakami
      ama, talliawennakami)

     piman ti sallapingaw
     piman nga agkatangkatang
          iti tangatang
     ay, ti aligagaw
     ay, ti tabbaaw
     ay, ti sennaay
     ay, ti am-amangaw
     dinto agsardeng
     ay, dinto agsardeng
     agingga nga isu
     nga agpampanunot
     sipatenna't mugingna
     pagallabatenna't pispisna
    ket tumakder
     iti nagtugawanna

     ngem inton isuda a nagbandera
     aramidenda nga armas
           dagiti iggemda?

*Nairaman iti "Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again, Stranger", antolohia dagiti dandaniw nga Ilokano ken Ingles a putar ni Peter La. Julian, mannurat ken periodista. Adda introduksion nga insurat ni Apo Aurelio Solver Agcaoili, coordinator of the Ilokano program of the University of Hawaii at Manoa.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

RESURRECCION

Ilokano fiction by PETER LA. JULIAN

You and your cousin were walking down  a narrow village path. You were in colored cotton dress, a woven basket full of green mangoes on your head.

It was late in the afternoon and the sun was behind the trees in the hill where you picked the tropical fruits.


"Darasem, darasem, amangan no masalamaannata ida, " your 10-year old voice cracked when Helen fell behind by several steps. She, too, was carrying a basket full of mangoes. You could hear her inhaling and exhaling as she struggled with her load


You were in a hurry and now and then you looked back. You were alert to the sounds from the clump of bamboos that line the narrow path.


Your breaths were heavy even as you egged on Helen to walk faster. The nipa hut you have evacuated two weeks ago was still half a kilometer away.


Japanese soldiers had arrived in town and made their headquarters at the Central Elementary School in the poblacion. The garrison has deployed patrols of two or three soldiers in khaki uniform in the major streets and in the countryside.


It is them that you and your cousin were avoiding to encounter. These soldiers with sabers carried guns were known to be brutal and you were not sure those sakang who raped women were kind to young girls like you.


Months earlier in Manila, a radio operator from Laoag who worked at Mackay Radio and Telegraph in Binondo received news for the wire services about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in Honolulu on December 7, 1941. Soon after, the Japanese Imperial forces were in Manila and the provinces.


Suddenly, in the distance at the bend of the road, you saw shadows of the dreaded kempeitai. They have seen you and they were running toward you, and you turned back and embraced your cousin and you both cried and screamed and screamed. (Adda tuloyna)




Friday, August 21, 2015

WANDERLUST*

1.

This looking for the pot of gold, this looking
For the rich gentleman, this looking for the young 
Years in Darayday, Santa Maria, Gabu, Daurao
This looking for another shore, another home
Is it looking for what is not there?

2.

In Honolulu, did the sun rise in the west?
Did you see the full moon at noon? Or did you look 
  for the bitchy word
Or was it Baguio's naked shadow in the garbage dump
  at a backstreet in Waimanalo?

Was the ghost at Helekulani on the beach in Waikiki
  a memory of the white sands in Saud in Pagudpud?

3.

What did you say to him-- the huge Polynesian in rumpled
  coat-- who begged for a dollar
As you stepped out of Dimsun after gorging on noodles
     in the late hour?
Or did you see the grease man stretching his arms for alms
On the pavement beside the church along Quezon Boulevard?

(Did you bar-hopped with your buddies from the old country?
Where were you? The Honda Civic waited for you near
 a lamppost until the moon closed its ancient eyes in Keolu.)

4.

And what did you say to her who greeted you, a smile breaking
Her Oriental face, as you jabbed at eggplants, okra and ampalaya
Among Asian greens at Dong Phoung's Texas grocery store?
Did she make-believe you were the cousin lost in the Tet offensive?

It was a day the word was made flesh and you laughed teary-eyed
As she babbled on, her strong verbs galloping like wild horses

     from the great plains of Amarillo to San Francisco by the bay.

5.
Jot down anything that comes to mind, says Rickly Lee, echoing
     Julia Campbell the American writer.
So what did you write in 15 minutes on the three-ruled pads?
Nothing. Silence has afflicted the brown brains--the poet is dead
In the vast wonderlands --and death is interred among the bones
     of dried words.

6.

The TV was on, and the hairy bad man was cursing, son of a bitch,
we are in terrible danger, damn it, damn it. And the wife was lying
Flat on her back on the bed, her eyes covered with round slices
 of cucumber fruit.
In the east room by the window, Juanjuan was by his lonesome Playing Cordillera lullaby on his green-painted bamboo flute.

7.

No more are the snows under the pinewoods, oakwoods
And so are the icy mornings and cold evenings at Medi-park
Where dwell a thousand white ducks and flying multi-colored geese
Now agitated as the black man throws bird food upon the water.

8.

Stop it! Stop it! Was the Caucasian lady in red jogging pants      screaming?
Was she terrified at the camera aimed at a grove of pine trees
               she was passing by?
Or did you hear a hound dog barking in nightmarish dreams?
Or are you again counting the stars in Sagada, multiplying your
    sorrows seeing the bathers in the polluted waters of Pasig?

9.

Whatever, my friend, arise from the bench, and walk again 
the narrow path home where waits the New York Times' best-seller.
It is a must read tonight while brown men toil, their hue turning Bloody red in the sun in the sad country of shattered windows
   and broken dreams.  

     
* Included in the expanded edition of the anthology of Ilokano and English poems, "Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again, Stranger."


Last Mass Pinoy Migration and the last of the sakadas (inset) in Hawaii

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

IN THE TIME OF THE HOLOCAUST*


*This is the final version of the poem included  in the anthology of Ilokano and English poems, "Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again, Stranger," with introduction by Dr. Aurelio Solver Agcaoili of the University of Hawaii at Manoa.

(after reading "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy)


go to another country

where the moon is a meandering river

the sun a flight of birds in a sky of utmost blue


it is a season when papayas are in bloom

but the tree is a barren woman in the spring

of her life--gone are the stars in her eyes


it is a season of harvest, but the farmer, crying

in the shed, is at rest--his work animal

has long been dead


an old man is walking on the beach

strewn with ashes and burnt fish

it is sunset, but the voices of urchins are muffled

the landscape is bereft of sound and life


it was a year without the typhoons and the rains

and death is alive in the silence 

where once stood the green forest


go to another country

where the sun rises in the west

and the moon weeps at sunrise.


and we? we shall search the ruined cathedrals

comb the mountain city that perished in flames

and finding none, we shall descend to the grand

canyons of memories.


Monday, August 17, 2015

DUNG-AW III/LAMENTATION III*







during the reign of the wife whose husband was gunned down at the tarmac

Lagipen ti koro iti kanta ti taga-Cabagan:

     Alejandro, Ferrer, Olalia,

     Lota, Aquino, Karingal.

      Iraman iti listaan daydi diputado

      a Puzon nga i-Cagayan.
     Awan pilien ti kumpay--
     Sinno pay ngata ti isarunoda?
     Agkaiwara't tanem ti pungtot.
     Natingra man ti nailimog a dara
     Dagiti karayan a nagpartianda.
     Ay, nuang ngata ketdi
                      dagiti ngurongorenda!
     Mano pay nga annak ken inna
                      dagiti ulilaenda?
     

Masarakan kadi krokis idiay Nicaragua?
     Chile? El Salvador? Argentina?
     Indonesia? Vietnam? China?
                      Wenno idiay Cambodia?


   Wenno ukagen ti daan a kasuratan:
   Agpagungganto dagiti danapeg,
   Garaigi dagiti kabalio ti hustisia
   Ta ikaro ti pagilian
   Ti adu a pannakikamalalana.


    Iti panawen ti adu a mangiturong,
    Di mabilang a rienda, sekseken ti sungbat
     Kadagiti sao nga ubbaw, tabbaaw
     Ken am-amangaw?


     Ikallatik ti samiweng a kinantada idi iti edsa:
     "Ilik a baludda, anian a pannakadusa
     Arapaapko a naan-anay a siwawayaka."


*Nairaman iti napabaro nga edision ti antolohia dagiti dandaniw nga Ilokano ken Ingles,"Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again Stranger." With introduction by Dr. Aurelio Solver Agcaoili, director of the Ilokano program of the University of Hawaii at Manoa. The author of  the collection, Peter La. Julian, and Dr. Agcaoili originally came from Laoag City in Northern Philippines 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

DUNG-AW II*

Parparipirip kadagiti kurkuranges
Dagiti testamento iti tammidaw ti kararua
Iti panawen dagiti dakes nga angin
Kadagiti basingkawel a dominado ti bileg
Nga adda bagyo uray awan ti bagyo,

Dagidi imkis iti sipnget agipatakderda met
Piman kadagiti baton-lagip ti kinarukopda.

Pinuoranda pati dagiti templo a binangonda
Idinto nga isudan ti agbasakbasak iti daga.

Pinanawanda dagiti sirmata ken bang-i
Ken langto dagiti birhen nga agsapa,
Saandan nga ammo ti sang-aw ti temtem,
Nalipatandan ti makabiag a dayag ti malem.

Adda idadanon iti nagkurosan, agtuloyto
Pannakaikur-it dagiti napasamak ti kalsada
Uray mabalinto latta nga umel dagiti libro
Iti rikna ken panunotda idiay Sarrat, Batac,
Laoag ken uray idiay Pikit ken Victoria,

 Agsisimparat met ti historia:
Iti laksid ti amin, dagiti bannuar isuda dagiti
Nagbati a nanggamulo iti daga, dagiti bannuar
Kinnan dagiti igges dagiti mortal a sakada.

Isuda a nangiturong iti rienda, adda met napintas
A balikas a maagsaw kadagiti pinutarda.

Anansata, mabaliwanto a masisip met dagiti sirib
Iti agnanayon a kopa, uray apagbiit la a mapukaw
Ti waw ken pagungganda, ngem ti nasaksian
                                                           ti kararua
Maysa a daniw, nalagda dagiti nginabrasna,
Ta isu ti pagaw a pimmanaw idi simmiplag ti allawig,
Saan a mabilang nga am-amangaw.


*Included in the anthology of Ilokano and English poems, "Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again, Stranger," with introduction by Dr. Aurelio Solver Agcaoili, coordinator of the Ilokano program at the University of Hawaii at Manoa.

"There is a great deal of un-mapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms."--George Elliot

Friday, August 14, 2015

FILIPINO SUNDAY CATHOLICS*

The Padsan River and Gilbert Bridge in Laoag City, Northern Philippines
Sunday Catholics
in the hometown church
are no more than hagglers
in the marketplace while
God's messenger
wastes away his voice
over a defective microphone.

In the river not faraway
the driftwood, half-sunked in the sand,
preaches to croaking frogs hugging
moss-covered stones.

The Eternal also lives
in the flowing water
in this massive bridge
in those mist-shrouded mountains
and beyond.


*Included in the poetry anthology, "Umayka Manen, Ganggannaet/Come Again, Stranger" with introduction by Dr. Aurelio Solver Agcaoili of the University of Hawaii at Manoa

MENTAL CHANGE

Mental change can take a lot of time, or as little as an hour, according to sports psychologist Jarrod Spencer. He explains that when we "hate" something, it is because we are threatened by it--physically, socially or emotionally--and there is likely a trauma tied to it.

Confronting this trauma, he said, is through the amygdala, a part of the brain that plays a great role in the processing emotions. Needless to say, this "hate" and fear can be eliminated in an hour or more.

THE ILOKANO MACHISMO

There is in the male Ilokano psyche a kind of brinkmanship that prompts him to do and enforce, no matter what happens, what he believes is right and proper. He may die for this kind of faith, but for him, "surrender" is not an option and the word is not in his vocabulary. A kind of machismo or a code of honor that the Ilokano male says what he means and means what he says and he can say it mean, so to speak, under certain circumstances.

This characterizes the so-called Ilokano "malalaki" who easily takes umbrage on a negative comment against his manhood.The prefix "ma" indicates a virile, macho man ("lalaki") who never runs from a fight.

There is a danger zone in confrontation and the Ilokano male is not unaware of it.

Quotes:

"I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly: "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."--quoted by Lewis Carroll


"Oh, to be alive in such an age when miracles are everywhere and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy of greater marvels yet to be."--Angel Morgan, from "The Hour Has Come," a war poem.