Showing posts with label nonfiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nonfiction. Show all posts

Monday, September 9, 2013

september strikes (back [and forth])

*start of message* tried to stay silent all throughout september and sum all things that this accursed month of stressful hell broke loose come october. failed, obviously. terribly failed. i am sober and i prophesy strikes that hopefully would not end as only good starts of sparks that exist for a nanosecond then later cease to be. speaking of such, two strikes of matches after the cut


1) a draft abstract for the boni 150 conference of [contend] this coming thursday. paper tentatively titled "Bonifacio and General China: Power, Liberation and ‘Terrorism’ in Orchid"; and 2) "The Fight for Education: Global Upheavals as Rehearsals," the uncut version of "The Fight for Education as Dress Rehearsal" which was published way back 2011 in UP Forum. the latter a lengthy celebration, the former a brief sigh of critique. i share these things in anticipation of the aforesaid vision of strikes. *end of message*

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Beyond the Bark: Reexamining our Roots

(since the university of the philippines system website seems to be under some sorta state of recovery [tho the issuu account is well and healthy, i guess], i am sharing my article [may kaunting edit lang sa notes] as published in the july-august issue of u.p. forum. in commemoration of macliing dulag, here it is.)


There is a thin line—a letter—between “indigene” and “indigence.” Though their meanings and their Latin roots differ—the former from indigena1 and the latter from indigentia2—both describe indigenous peoples (IPs). In an interview, Dr. Nestor Castro, UP Department of Anthropology chair, quoted Conrad Kottak3 and said that IPs refer to “the original inhabitants or particular territories; often the descendants of tribespeople who live on as culturally distinct colonized peoples, many of whom aspire political autonomy.”

Their right to self-determination, however,  will not be served on a silver platter, more so, a golden one. Despite being guardians of domains blessed with gold, the indigene’s wealth is being looted, making them indigent. No matter how the “civilized” and the “outsiders” romanticize IPs as “rich in culture,” IPs live impoverished lives because of eco-political “developments” that are rather destructive to than cooperative with the environment. Though sources differ regarding Philippines’s ranking4 in terms of gold deposits, our country’s being gold-rich is reflected in folk epics, as bulawan (gold) and is often attributed to matters considered good—which shall not be mistaken as materialistic in the capitalist sense.5

Beyond the indigene’s identities are their communities—their stories, cultures and economies. But because of the images that dominant faction of the “civilized” paint, the IPs and their way of life are misunderstood; or worse, reduced as objects fit for museums and coffeetable books. Instead of heeding the call of the tabusaw6, most of us fall for the myths of how fantastic “developments” are authored by owners and operators of giant machines that excavate mines and construct dams—and displace IP communities.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Eksena Sa Kalye [i]

Nagkukumahog ako parati sa pagbabyahe dahil puno't dulo ang pagitan ng opisina at ng kuta, kaya't parating nagmamadali at manipis ang tsansang walang makaligtaan, kung hindi man maiwala, at mataas ang tsansang sira ang araw bago pa man magsimula ang pag-iral sa opisina tulad nitong eksenang huli sa philcoa, kung saan wala akong barya kaya isandaan ang ibinayad ko sa dispatser na nag-aabang at nagtatawag ng mga kapwa nagmamadaling pasahero sa dyipning mainit ang ulo at nagmamadali tulad ng pagtaas ng presyo ng gasolinang dahilan kung bakit kailangan nilang makakuha nang kikitain o pamboundary man lamang, kung bakit nila kailangang magmadali, sadya man o hindi, upang, sadya man o hindi, kulang ang isukli sa aking isandaang pisong ibinayad ko nang nagmamadali at dahil sila rin ay nagmamadali, humarurot na ang dyipni bago ko pa malamang kulang ang sukli at nang irehistro ko sa tsuper na kulang ito, agad itong buong galit na naglabas ng sama ng loob na sana raw ay binilang ko noong nandoon pa sa terminal dahil may kinakaltas daw, krudo pa, sana, dapat, ganito ganyan, at etsetera etseterang hindi ko maintindihan, kanina pa raw ako nakaupo (na hindi naman dahil ako ang huling pasaherong sumakay kaya hindi ko rin agad nabilang ang sukli), marami daw siyang inaabono, at lahat ng siphayo niya sa buhay ay binulalas na niya sa simpleng paghingi ko ng beinte pesos na kulang na sukli na tatangkain kong kunin mamaya sa terminal tulad ng pasigaw na mungkahi ng nakakabadtrip na tsuper na kapwa badtrip rin, badtrip rin marahil sa krisis, sambit ko sa sarili upang kumalma hanggang lalong kumalma dahil pagdating ko sa opisina, natagpuan ko ang nobelang inakala (at tinanggap ko nang) nawala habang nagbibyahe pauwi noong Biyernes.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Thoughts aboard trains* [i]: Of water cannons and fires

"There is no night so long that it will not give way to the light of day," writes Ngugi wa Thiong'o in Petals of Blood. I have been reading the book aboard the MRT and these trying times gave it more meaning.

Yesterday, the contingent of about 1,000 people (an initial count, as more are expected to join the protests come the following days) that only wanted to camp out at Mendiola to register sentiments against the status quo was assaulted with truncheons and bombarded by one of the three positioned water canons. (I was not hit though, save for, say, a shrapnel, had the water cannon been a machine gun.)

The blockages of the police are the ones that caused traffic, as protesters could not make their way and break through with the barricade of shields, and helmets, and wooden crowbars (though one of the policemen was allegedly seen wielding a metal automatic baton.) Had the police given way and not resorted to brute force, the peaceful assembly could have settled without having to trouble the motorists. The delegation of the impending OccupyPH (that is to occupy Mendiola) then temporarily spent the evening singing the night away at Plaza Miranda.

Now, the people are to march to reclaim the historical monument. Else, they would make another monument, since the people themselves are the ones who create history--amid these dark times that reeks of uncertainty, as if the night is eternal and the light of day but a memory, if not a dream.

Yesterday, we saw a glimpse of that dream that starts as a sliver of light--this sliver is just a hint of the upcoming fire--and this fire is to reduce the paper foundations of the paper tigers and their paper masters to ashes. And this fire, as if solar, is a force so powerful that even most powerful water cannons can never have a tinge of chance to quell it completely.

Let me end this post and share the statement of UP Kilos Na:

WE WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO AQUINO’s REPRESSION! CAMP-OUT IN MENDIOLA AGAINST REPRESSION, INJUSTICE AND EXPLOITATION
December 6, 2011

The planned three-day protest, Kampuhan sa Mendiola Kontra Kaltas, Krisis at Kahirapan (Camp out in Mendiola against Cuts, Crisis and Poverty) from December 6 to 8 led by youth and student organizations was not a secret.

Timed several days before December 10, International Human Rights Day, the protest is intended to highlight the people’s impatience and exasperation (sawang-sawa na!) over the Aquino’s government’s continuing attack against education and health as reflected in the cuts to SUCs and public hospitals in the 2012 budget and link this with the pervasive poverty in the country and the social injustice against farmers such as the Hda. Luisita farm workers whose right to the land continues to be violated and Filipino workers whose demand for P125 wage increase remains unheeded.

These social issues have underlying historical and structural roots –a country which remains a neo-colony, where high government officials and crucial policies are subservient to foreign masters and dictates; a country where feudalism, of almost a similar type exposed by Jose Rizal over 100 years ago, enslaves majority of our rural population.

What better place to hold the camp-out than historic Mendiola—witness to the unstoppable protests of the people through several regimes ! Mendiola, witness to the killing of four students on January 30, 1970 in the Battle of Mendiola which was part of the First Quarter Storm. Mendiola, witness to the anti-dictatorship movement participated in by Chino Roces whose monument is in the center of Mendiola. Mendiola, witness to the massacre of peasants in the 1987 Mendiola massacre during the time of Corazon Aquino. Mendiola, witness to the determination of the anti-Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo movement to challenge and resist the prohibition of holding rallies in Mendiola in 2006!

But today, December 6, 2011, that sorry excuse of a President pretending to be a pro-people one, has shown that protests in Mendiola under his term will be treated no differently from his immediate predecessor, Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. A phalanx of policemen and several fire trucks were used to prevent the protestors from proceeding to Mendiola. State violence once more was used to suppress legitimate dissent. The slogan shouted by the students this afternoon, “Walang pagbabago sa ilalim ni Aquino “rings truer than ever.

But the history of Mendiola and the history of the occupants of that palace close to Mendiola bring home the lesson that tyranny has a short shelf-life in the face of a united and determined people. The text on the T-shirt of one of the protestors in today’s rally sums it very well: “We will not bow down to repression. We will not bow down to injustice. We will not bow down to exploitation. We’re gonna stand up!”

Now standing up means joining our youth and our people in the camp-out in Mendiola against repression, against injustice, against exploitation!

*quick brief musings sharing my train of thought as I travel away from places.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Hands of (these) Time(s)



Finally, the September-October biodiversity issue of the UP Forum is out (out! hehe!). Download the issue [here], and if you have the luxury of time, please read the article "Agrobiodiversity and Monoculture Homogenization in Agri/Culture" from the pdf file and tell me what you think. Shared lo-reso versions of the published artworks in this blog entry. Above is "Shoot from a Bullet Wound," for "A Sacrifice for Future Generations: The Plight of Environment Conservationists in the Philippine," a feature article about slain taxonomist Leonard Co. He was not like those scientists who limit their studies in classrooms and laboratories, unlike so-called scholars who are nothing more than carreerists. To have a peek of how great a scientist (without having to acquire a PhD) he is, please [read one of bulatlat's articles] about the scientist of the people, another of the increasing number of deaths that have not been granted justice yet. [The previous blog entry] was all misery and nostalgia, so, let me reminisce a dead dream, then, if I may:

I remember how I could have been studying under UPLB's MS Environmental Science under a scholarship, had I chosen to pursue the sciences. Nope, no delusions of becoming a Leonard Co, as it is too late for me but maybe I can do things the way he did it, but I don't think I have enough courage of all-out serving the people--something way way way better than that laughable "all-out justice" the Palace is-- anyway. Besides considering factors such as time for artsy things, I was also worried about the consequences, had I chosen to pursue EnviSci and failed to finish the degree in two years time: I'd have to pay (re-pay? payback?) them back the same cost that they've spent on my studies, which means I'd do a sort of a downtrodden Philippines, by debt servicing for the rest of what is left of my life--


--given the situation in the university, where students compete for slots in large lecture classes that makes learning more difficult, given the fact that I had a bachelor's degree in the arts, so, I'd have to take undergrad biology courses, I thought my chances of finishing the MS in two years seem slimmer. So, again, risking sounding like a dick, I've passed the screening for the scholarship but I have to refuse the sciences, as I am worried of the risks, again, just as before: I've shifted from my BS Computer Science degree into a BA degree waaay back. And here I am, writing and drawing about technology and stuff. The irony. (Above is "Constructing Biodiversity" for the article "A Brief Survey of the Past, Present and Future of Biodiversity Research in the Philippine")

And, right after shifting courses, one of the first subjects I've successfully enrolled in--that, say, turned me into this and into the, say, niche I believe I am somehow getting into, getting the hang of--was HUM 160: Science and Technology in Literature, where the first poem I have submitted was in another language, in the C programming language--something that never found the light of publication, and I kinda think I know why--it kinda sucked in a way. Anyway, fortunately, we were required to read Einstein's Dreams, which is one of the probable reasons why I am here, in an attempt to mishmash themes of time, biology, machines and, I dont know, entropy, destruction, and all that.


Time is something twisted. Or, insane. Or, inconsistent, or messed up, or broken, maybe (just like this top blog thing that doesn't display the updated ranking, for chrissakes). Maybe, which is why I've been fascinated by The Invisibles, and Transmetropolitan, and futurism and alternate history, and the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and immortality and the tarot, and magic and robots and steampunk and cyberpunk and Dr. Who and science fiction and, ugh, enough cataloguing, as, I just want to say that (btw, above is "AgriCultural Imperialsim 000," the artwork for my article in UP Forum.)--

--if I were to return to my past--neither the past as it may be a future or a present to somebody else nor the past that has gay implications of having feelings and hopping with h-h-w-w romance as thought catalog puts it--I will spend less time with sleep (or maybe take drugs so I could spend no time with sleep! Kidding!) and other relaxing activities and more time with the sciences, and obliterate Ghost in the Shell into insignificance, then oblivion. Wishful thinking, I know. And, why the title "Hands of (these) Time(s)"? Oh, hours ago, I've scored Umberto Eco's collection of essays, "Turning Back the Clock: Hot Wars and Media Populism," hardcover, for 170php, and another poetry anthology of "american negros," hey, that is what the title says, "american negro poetry." Those (and 1910! and 1969!) are enough compensations from the misfortune and unproductivity of the previous week, and, hopefully a good start of another, sigh, long weekend.

PS! all three of my Umberto Eco books are interestingly nonfiction. The first essay in Turning Back the Clock felt kinda sad. An analysis / backtrack re: worldwide world wars, paleowars and neowars alike, between Xtians and Muslims, which are, needless to say, not really a holy, or a religuous, or a cultural war, but one that is rooted on economics, and, that, my friends, ends this blabber, as, again, a lot of unchecked boxes in the to-do list, still, god, kill me, please. Kidding. Kill me after, at most, 7 years, and it shall be fine with me. I need caffeine. Now.

Monday, October 24, 2011

SAMHAIN 08 + FREE PRESS

this is the last symphony entry for this samhain thing. and, let this last symphony post shamelessly plug a storm advisory. yes, that's what it is. a sort of a prose poetry thing. a storm advisory (dd/mm/yyyy) at the philippines free press. the site was down a couple of days ago, but now the storm advisory is [here]. and, [here] is an article in the UP newsletter about one of the actual storms--which is not storm enough compared with the FQS, of course, but still, a good agitating jumpstart: the University of the Philippines STRIKE versus education and basic social services.


symphony [vi]

[kelangan nang hamunin ang sarili at magsimula ng countdown at magdrawing ulet. hindi. hindi x days before xmas. samhain. 08 days na lang, samhain na. haha, naalala ko ang 1024. tas day of the baphomets. tas apocalypse. hindi yan random. lahat ng bagay e magkakaugnay.]






dalwalanghiyang shameless plugs, trumpetting, hooray, good day.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Spectacleshards [v]: Zizek's

Just so you know, Spectacleshards are excerpts. My sidecommentaries (yes, imbento! pumoportmanteau kuno!) are optional. Previously lifted excerpts from the writings of Italo Calvino, Robert Pirsig, Jorge Luis Borges and from the pages of Philippines Graphic. Like most things, I do this to fake productivity. This time, I am taking Slavoj Zizek's "joke" out of context by posting it here. I shall also include a facebook note about er.. love and activism, to somehow neutralize my taking of Zizek out of context, as a jocular attempt to make fun of machismo. And, this is not copypasted. I've just encoded the excerpt, so, if you have the book and you notice any error, typographical or whatnot, please do tell me.

A critical analysis of the present global constellation--one which offers no clear solution, no "practical" advice on what to do, and provides no light at the end of the tunnel, since one is well aware that this light might belong to a train crashing towards us--usually meets with reproach: "Do you mean we should do nothing? Just sit and wait?" One should gather the courage to answer: "YES, precisely that!" There are situations when the only truly "practical" thing to do is to resist the temptation to engage immediately and to "wait and see" by means of a patient critical analysis. Engagement seems to exert its pressure on us from all directions. In a well known passage from his Existentialism and Humanism, Sartre deployed the dilemma of a young man in France in 1942, torn between the duty to help his lone ill mother and the duty to enter the Resistance and fight the Germans; Sartre's point is, of course, that there is no a priori answer to this dilemma. The young man needs to make a decision grounded only in his own abyssal freedom and assume full responsibility for it. An obscene third way out of the dilemma would have been to advise the young man to tell his mother that he will join the Resistance, and to tell his Resistance friends that he will take care of his mother, while in reality, withdrawing to a secluded place and studying...
There is more than cheap cynicism in this advice. It brings to mind a well-known Soviet joke about Lenin. Under socialism, Lenin's advice to young people, his answer to what they should do was "Learn, learn, and learn." This was evoked at all times and displayed on all school walls. The joke goes: Marx, Engels, and Lenin are asked whether they would prefer to have a wife or a mistress. As expected, Marx, rather conservative in private matters, answers, "A wife!" while Engels, more of a bon vivant, opts for a mistress. To everyone's surprise, Lenin says, "I'd like to have both" Why? Is there a hidden stripe of decadent jouisseur behind his austere revolutionary image? No--he explains: "So that I can tell my wife that I am going to my mistress and my mistress that I have to be with my wife..." "And then, what do you do?" "I go to a solitary place to learn, learn, and learn!"
Is this not exactly what Lenin din after the catastrophe of 1914? He withdrew to a lonely place in Switzerland, where he "learned, learned and learned," reading Hegel's logic. And this is what we should do today when we find ourselves bombarded with mediatic images of violence. We need to learn, learn and learn what causes this violence.

That's from Zizek's Violence. Here's Ana Catalina Paje's viral (yes naman!) "Fall in love with an activist," [source] which is something I cannot relate to. I am just thoughtful enough to post this for people who may find this, er.. "cute." (yes, I'm acting cool. plus, I am asexual. and, I am petiburgis.) *copy*paste*a few edits that i hope does not change much of the text's essence*
Fall in love with an activist because...

You could have the worst hair day of your life, he wouldn't care...with his way of life, he's had worse. You won't need to take her to a fancy restaurant, fine dining was never her thing...she would rather eat with her hands in the company of farmers. You could shout at him all you want, he would just smile...he does it everyday..to assert for your rights.

She doesn't care if you're rich or poor. After all, she does understand class struggle. You can be frank about him, in fact, he would like that very much. Criticism and self-criticism are second nature to him. He always wants to improve himself. She isn't afraid to make the first move. Don't worry she's no bimbo. It's just that she believes in the equality of sexes. And she's knows that women hold half the sky. When you have a fight, it's never all your fault. He knows that partly, he was to blame. Because he is a dialectical materialist.

She's never boring. As long as social injustice and inequality exists, you won't run out of things to talk about. She's very good at sharing her life with someone. Maybe it has something to do with their practice of collective living. Being articulate is a skill he has come to master. And he will have no trouble telling you how much he loves you.

P.S. There's a catch. You should know that you're not the only person who owns his heart. You share it with the poor, the sick, the hungry, and the opressed.

P.P.S. By the time you fall for an activist, give it a week or so, you'll be an activist yourself. Because if you love and understand her, you would know it's the right thing to do.

That is all. Ugh, back to my desk. Toiling over.. whatever needs to be toiled over. Internet's being a motherfucker again and Gehenna is not cooperating either. Sighs.

(Pa-rant. Badtrip yung parang panginginig netong computer na di ko mapaliwanag. Andami tuloy typo kanina. Yung "to" naging "too," at iba pang nadodobleng letrang hindi naman dapat nadodoble and vice versa--at sobrang obyus na hindi dapat kaya nakakabwisit kasi hindi naman ako ganong ka-noob para hindi malaman ang difference ng "to" at "too," though oo, may grammatical lapses pa rin talaga paminsan, pero nakakainis na hindi ko maedit agad dahil sa pangmomotherfuckingina ng internet. Hindi ako galit. Ktnxbye.)

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [x]: [P]rotest

Honestly, I am not quite sure how this tumblog [if that's what it's called] ended up with the array, the massive deluge of google chrome tabs that are nothing but links to *some text missing* So, as the weather feels glum and angsty and enraged, let me share a screen cap from the said blog as I feel glum and angsty and enraged over someone I am pertaining to at the end of another *some text missing* who is kinda hard to stalk as she leaves, if at all, few footprints here in the interwebs. And, if in any motherfucker of a circumstance, she stumbled upon this post, I would have creeped her out more than I already did. And, may I add that I myself am creeped out by my own lame unsolicited disclosure. Let's just pretend neither of you read any of this. On with the olde quoted editorial.


If you cannot read it and you're to lazy too click, then let me help you out: "Our victories have taught us that the unified ranks of the Iskolars ng Bayan is a decisive force to advance our interest for free and quality education. So long as the administration pushes instead for a commercialized education and fails to champion our democratic interests, we will always have the justifiable reason to dissent. "

This was way back when the UPLB [P]erspective was, say, progressive--the official student publication of UPLB that remained steadfast in its being a student publication that remains true to its mandate, to its call, to its militant tradition of struggling for the objective interests of the students, ie, quality education for all. By the way, here's a [link] to protests vs education budget cuts worldwide.

A lot still left undone. With my job. With my art shit. With society. And here I am ranting about how a lot of things are left undone--as manifested by the adherence of--still--a lot of people to that focus-on-your-studies-first-rather-than-protest-then-run-for-office-and-change-the-system-and-pray-for-guidance thinking [link], which has already been pwn3d atleast twice [link] and [link].

Had you joined the protest, you would have seen scholars, professors, lawyers, writers and others in whatever professions they are in. Jun Cruz Reyes, Rolando Tolentino, Mykel Andrada, Sarah Raymundo, Gerry Lanuza, Krissy Conti, Judy Taguiwalo are just among the 10,000-strong contingent of which 2,000 are from UP Diliman. With them are the University's students and employees who focused on their learning--an education not confined within any formal institution such as the academe--and later concluded that the streets is a legit venue for staging protests--protests that are based on objective analysis of material conditions. Andami ko na namang sinabi, e pagrereminisce lang dapat ng [P]! And,

Thursday, September 15, 2011

15 days of pretentious fangurling-driven solidarity with Chile



And, no, google. Really. I meant solidarity with Chile. Not with China. You're being a dictator. Shed onion skin, for chrissakes. Just party like hell during dictatorship as resistance to all dictatorships from hell, including LFS's. How principled. How noble. Wouldn't say "How Ateneo," as I know and I respect people from Ateneo. Does Emmanuel Lacaba ring a bell? *bell rings* *another bell rings*

Anyway, go party and find love interests as we're interested (hi mainstream media! thanks for covering those significant, news-worthy details!) and react by not reacting to shalani soldedad's engagement, noynoy, for solidarity with one Chilean, ie, Sebastián Piñera. *updated this post at 0400, 16sept2011*
  • Gusto ko irehistrong narealize kong isa lang ang dahilan ng lahat ng ginawa, ginagawa, gagawin ko: for international solidarity. w chile.
  • Sharing "CarcositeNewsNet: September Jumpstart," for international solidarity with Chile. [http://t.co/L0rLWC8] challenge, komix, antho, play
  • Celebrating Freddie Mercury's birthday while enjoying the google feature, then, leaving in a while, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Wasakan dito, wasakan sa latinamericas, wasakan sa kalawakan, wasakan para umunlad, dialectics, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Let sleepless nights commence once again, let caffeine calm your nerves, let daydreams come true, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Humming Samael's Alliance [http://t.co/wJJdInc] to heart, to jumpstart stressful days to come, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Wishing Maria a happy birthday, for international solidarity with Chile. [http://t.co/3GBdovN]
  • Echoing Brecht during lunchtime w/o lunch, "First comes a full stomach, then comes ethics," for international solidarity with Chile.
  • For the nth time, you taught me a lesson I didn't want to learn; think I've lost something today, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Cuban cigars and lung cancer vaccines, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • RT @Kurt_Vonnegut : "A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." Dapat umastang wasak ang matinong tao sa lipunang wasak? Amats? Translating, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Attempting to consolidate seemingly isolated & unfounded fits of rage, frustration & desolation, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/QGxewEI] starting the end [i], for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Testing whether I've un-synched with facebook, for international solidarity with Chile. Declaring SNS hiatus as well. For the nth time.
  • jupiterian vibes, for international solidarity with chile.
  • wondering whether i should update my tumblr, tho i already have a blogger account, for international solidarity with chile.
  • Relearning how thankless thankless jobs are, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/PZNhDSb] starting the end [ii], for international solidarity with Chile. sana matapos din ang balak na 911 drawing. *sigh*
  • [http://t.co/nFg0xeY] impending middle class unrest, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/vU6e14F] celebrating the 666th question answered via formspring, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • making tweets public as i'm inactive in FB, as some sorta senseless social experiment, or whatever, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/ZdxHjsg] Should have observed World Suicide Prevention Day, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Maling mali, nakatulog, maling mali, kailangan na namang bumawi ng puyat, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Top 5, daw, o, tho, mas chix, I think si madame venezuela. Nakiki-miss universe, for intergalactic solidarity with Chile.
  • 3rd runner-up daw? Sabagay, kung architecture na graduate with honors from UP, tas miss universe, too much na ano? Tas excess na iyan kung kasing chix ni madame venezuela, plus may iron yagbols at silver nose ring ni Camila Vallejo. Hayun. Idealism, for cosmic solidarity with Chile.
  • Kinilabutan btw sa nazi account bagamat fiction, for international solidarity w Chile. Heto excerpt na quotable quote [http://t.co/Oy2CIP9]
  • [http://t.co/C9EJLya] dreaming in binary, humanizing machines, impending robot apocalypse, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • MIBF! Sana, god, tsaka kahit ikaw na kaaway ni god, magbayad na ho sa kin ang mga may pagkakautang, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/NSiX9mS] strike against price hikes and budget cuts, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/6jR8kX3] LFS pwn3d the pa-cool, pa-star, pa-hey-motherfuckers-my-lovelife-matters penoy, for international solidarity w Chile.
  • Ewan ko, ha, kinda miserable sa facebook, ewan ko, ha, gusto ko manlaslas ng pulso ng iba, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Planning some sort of an attack that wouldn't really be that massive, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • In silence and in awe and in brief overheard conversations, applauding the triumphs of the Union, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • RT @God_Damn_Batman for international solidarity with Chile : "Give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day. Give a man a well placed strike to his L1 vertebrae & he’ll eat through a straw."
  • Conceding this a regression, considering regretting the concession, white flag before an attack, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Apparently, atrasado ang avantgarde gamit ang allegedly abanteng lente ano? Thinking out loud, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Laging may mas mahirap arukin, lakbayin, akyatin kaysa sa inaarok, nilalakbay at inaakyat natin, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Temporarily concluding the nonstop 15-day fangurling, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • [http://t.co/ErIBkFQz] writing exer / attempt at productivity, in the vein of that like / unlike thing, for international solidarity w Chile.
  • #NowPlaying PJ Harvey's Happy and Bleeding, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • #NowPlaying PJ Harvey's Broken Harp, apologies, andaldal, noise feed, noise pollution, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • @zorayalorena onga eh, haha ang ingay. at ampanget ng dating ng next! #NowPlaying PJ Harvey's Legs, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Resisting the urge to drop by the MIBF, as I've weak purchasing powers, making excuses for & against, for international solidarity w Chile.
  • #NowPlaying Panawagan Ng Katotohanan [by The Wuds http://t.co/FLRGc5gH], for international solidarity with Chile.
  • Fuck caffeine immunity, #NowPlaying Metatron by the Mars Volta, when will I breakdown, lately I might, for international solidarity w Chile.
  • Clearing phone inbox of your crap to give way for more crap, updating windows with more crap, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • mabagal na net, na phone, na pagpoproseso, solong minemercury retrogade, inaantok, nagpapalpitate, for international solidarity with Chile.
  • opening at least twenty tabs for international solidarity w Chile. seriously. every time i go online. 20 tabs for Chile. for 15 days. sighs.
  • excessive fangurling as stress reliever temporarily ends, for international solidarity with Chile. have to read and write.
  • P.S. LA REVOLUCIÓN MÁS VIVA QUE NUNCA! FUERZA @camila_vallejo, la solidaridad desde las filipinas!
  • @camila_vallejo FUERZA A LOS ESTUDIANTES QUE SIGAN A DELANTE POR UNA EDUCACIÓN GRATUITA Y DE CALIDAD! la solidaridad desde las filipinas
  • Sebastián Piñera [http://t.co/y40wfeTu] ? King Inang Yellow Aquino [http://t.co/U9nrwq36] ? What's the difference?
  • Spot the difference, for international solidarity w Chile. Yes, tweeted those tweets like all tweets, for international solidarity w Chile.
  • copied THIS from nin via fb & RT'd as i know someone who is still alive because i cant afford a hitman, for international solidarity w chile

Friday, September 9, 2011

Semi-Collected Meditations x Vandalisms x Regurgitations Cover [Study]


Game plan: Planning some sort of a, say, coffeetable zine [though it seems to sound like piss, if not like sheer bullshit]. Declaring such a plan this early to somehow gauge whatever needs to be gauged, though I am planning to release Semi-Collected Meditations x Vandalisms x Regurgitations: an incomplete portfolio x portable gallery x curriculum vitae as a downloadable pdf file, though I might print a few copies--about 10, or so, depending on the feedback and/or the demand, but I honestly doubt any demand, as this is not really something that would contribute anything to your life, so the softcopy shall be as free as the air you breathe (yes, I am onto the hypothesis that the previous zines, to some extent, added something substantial to your life. Even a bit, I hope.)

Initial Conception: Assuming that you are not here by accident and that you are interested in something I have to say (Yes, never shared a link to this blog entry as once again, I am declaring SNS hiatus, as I feel like *some text missing*), I'd like to share something about this cover / version. I have initially printed three copies, containing whatever I can include. As you can see, the first three copies are specially prepared for the founding of MakiSining: The Makiling Art Group in Laguna (Hey, we / they are having a show / some sort of soft opening daw sabi ni Marvin Oloris this Tuesday at Paciano's house in LB. This is a part of the Bañamos celebration. Wouldn't be able to drop by, though. Still in the process of adjusting and juggling identities and time and space. Anyway, by invitation itong opening, due to space constraints, but the show runs til the 17th! Habang parenthetical remark!). I was invited by Marv to be a founding member, and I joined and since I don't have a clearbook, and since I guess I was the only komix peep in the group, I opted to submit a saddlestitched zine as portfolio and cv.

Purpose, or lack therof: Sounding like a dick by planning on releasing such a zine, I might appear like someone claiming I am someone and I am somewhere already. No, I am not. Please do take this step, or thought, or plug, or attempt at doing a "collection" or some kind of portable museum as mere, uhm, trip or just for the sake of archiving what I have done, or what I deemed to have done. This particular zine is, I think, just some sort of celebration over the hallucination that somehow I have been productive. This is more of an attempt to convince myself that I have been doing something than an attempt to convince other people that I am prolific. Plus, maybe, this is my way of thanking whatever support I assumed I had. And maybe a way to make up for those un-printed stickers for Ang Sandatahang Banga komix, as I am having a hard time finding a place to print those--besides finding the time to print the illustrated narratives themselves. Sold at least sixty copies last week, by the way. My sincerest thanks. Ngayon ko lang na-monitor ang sales. Had no idea re: data of sold copies of the previous titles.

Abangan na lang po itong balak na zine, kung nais. Kung ayaw, ediwag.

Ending this post by extending all the gratitude I could extend. For international solidarity with Chile, Tilde. (A lame effort to attention-whore. Yes, fangurling hasn't ended yet. And I feel like I am being hated for it. Paranoia strikes like fuck. Anyway, sorry if this bothers you. Thanks again for dropping by.)

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [ix]: On Christ Being a Troublemaker

These articles were submitted as academic requirements and I am not quite sure whether I still hold the same view (since I think I've read other, er, readings, pero more or less, I still do hold the same view re: Christianity!), but still, I am sharing these for the benefit of whoever might be interested with another perspective of how Christ and his, say, ministry, or, advocacy, shall be viewed--though I still suggest you add Professor Gerry Lanuza in facebook, and read his posts about Christianity. [Here's a link to his photo during the violent dispersal of the recent mobilization against budget cut, with articles and other photos about the budget cut.] His posts often serve as a wake up call that the Church has another, say, faction other than the reactionary faction, i.e. the clerico-fascists posturing as if we are still living in the dark ages of inquisition, acting as if they are--- Oops, enough, sharing these articles, though I may not be the most credible source to speak of Christianity (and I think these are the first academic papers that I shared online. These were written three years ago. Andami na namang pasubali, eto na ho! *copy*paste*proofread*edit nang kaunti at andaming sabit sa grammer etc pero wag gaano kasi olde self naman ang nagsulat neto so may excuse somehow*):

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An Interpersonal Voyage into a Bloodless Nonfiction
(A Study of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence”)

Martin Luther King Jr.’s “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence” is something believers of certain faiths should read, but still be critical about—as the context of the Philippines is quite different from the specific setting the essayist-minister lived in. The essay began with the optimism of liberalism and the pessimism of neo-orthodoxy on the nature of man. The former gives the individual too much freedom in justifying his “bad” acts and in overemphasizing the “power of reason” while the latter highlights the “hidden, unknown, wholly other” God, thus glorifying antirationalism and uncritical biblicism. Yet he still claimed that both held truths—partial truths.

Personally, I think King and other advocates of nonviolence do hold truths, which are partial as well, and so are those who believe in purely violent methods in initiating social change. Nonviolence is too optimistic of human nature, since King wrote: “it [nonviolence] so stirs the conscience of the opponent that reconciliation becomes a reality”—which is, I believe, too ideal. In our country, there are already different faces of death and suffering (from those who slowly die through starvation to those who are silenced by the bullets of the fascist state’s terrorism) despite the use of nonviolent means of expressing discontent in the status quo. These deaths, which also existed, I suppose, during King’s time but maybe more rampant in our setting, are evidences themselves that nonviolent means might only lead to deaths—deaths which may, in turn, agitate people and compel them to use violence.

Violence on the other hand, is too pessimistic of human nature since it somehow assumes that the entities the oppressed should inflict violence upon have no hope of being changed for the better. Upon analyzing the situation, and taking social classes into consideration, this hopelessness of “stirring the conscience of the opponent,” the opponent being the ruling class, may not be possible since they have their personal interests, which are, of course, rooted in the interest of their class--interests that are, more often than not, in conflict with that of the ruled.

The aforementioned criticisms regarding violence and nonviolence are somehow fallible as well and, of course, cannot be held true at all times. As King mentioned, he “would not wish to give the impression that nonviolence will accomplish miracles overnight.” And so do I. Both methods can never really achieve any grand social change in a snap. But I believe that both may be necessary in practicing the social responsibility of a Christian (and maybe other believers of certain divinities): nurturing the body and the soul. Since according to the writer-pastor, “gospel at its best deals with the whole man, not only his soul but also his body, not only his spiritual well-being but also his material well-being.”

On the manner of writing the material, King divided the essay into three parts. The first dealt with –isms, as the first paragraph warned and began with: “In my senior year in theological seminary, I engaged in the exciting reading of various theological theories.” Beginning with such words creates the effect of credibility (and perhaps a caution sign of his name-dropping of different theologians and theories) since he implied that his credentials to discuss such subject matter makes him knowledgeable of such -isms. Though there are –isms and such, he explained it in a manner that the reader does not need to have a full grasp of these theories to comprehend the essay. Thus making the nonfiction argumentative but not too technical. This then creates a cerebral discourse with the reader since both are able to relate with each other—given that they somehow have similar language games.

The utilization of footnotes also helped, not just in understanding the text, but also in somehow introducing “suggested readings” or “recommended authors.” This then creates consistency in the use of language, as he authenticates his being well-versed with theories. The style then somehow creates an intellectual aura of discourse to follow, which in effect heightens the ascendancy of the writer (who is the authority to discuss such matters) over readers (who are not theologians) with terminologies the author used.

The next part discussed more interesting teachings of Rauschenbusch and of course, Gandhi. This furthermore showed how “unconservative” King is, as he used sources other than Christ and the Bible in pursuing his pilgrimage. And I quote: “This principle became the guiding light of our movement. Christ furnished the spirit and motivation while Gandhi furnished the method.” This second segment of his essay also delved away from the heavy-laden terms in the previous segment. The manner of packaging is well-planned--as the third section shows the decrease in the usage of –isms, which further melts into the practice and experiences of the path to nonviolence that the author chose to pursue.

This method of organization is not like that of the purely spiritual approach of most Christians. King had the intellectual approach of theoretical discussions in the beginning, the mention of the Bible and Gandhi’s concepts in the next with application to the objective situation during the author’s times, the conclusion in the last part by the seemingly romanticized but well-grounded experiences of the writer-minister. Writing the other way around might drive atheists and intellectuals off. But placing the third part strategically in its place might persuade them into reading further—as intellectual discussions free of religious bias are more tolerable to scholars of different schools of thought.

The last part is quite interesting as well as he expressed his hesitation in writing it for the “fear of conveying the wrong impression.” As he implied, people somewhat showing off their hardships have symptoms of “martyr complex”—which is quite narcissistic since it is somewhat a conscious pursuit of sympathy, as King mentioned, it is self-centeredness concentrated on sacrifices one makes for others. Despite this reluctance, he still mentioned his experiences: the death threats, bombing, frustrated stabbing and other forms of persecution. This is the part when the tone quite changed from intellectual appeal to emotional appeal. Emotional yet still rational in the sense that it has ended, not merely in the utopia of the salvation of men’s soul in heaven or the Kingdom of God, but in the acknowledgement of the material conditions of his personal life and the existence of “a dark confused world” or perhaps world crisis.

Though he still stated his experiences of suffering, I think the option of mentioning those in the latter part of the essay—neither in the beginning, as if prioritizing, nor in the end, as if intending to be recalled—already showed that he does not want his sacrifices to be the lead of his entire essay. As with this essay, since I personally value the substance more than the form, I discussed the points of view and matters of the essay’s content first before delving into the form and his use of metaphors despite the religious yet still intellectual and rational feel of his article. Essays and essays on other essays may be avenues for “pilgrimages” or maybe cerebral excursions that could lead to the salvation—or doom—of both the souls and the bodies of people. As these crises, as King said has “its dangers and its opportunities.”

King cleverly used his opportunity of being educated of certain schools of thought to advance not just his faith, but also the struggles of the oppressed by properly packaging his essay—and not to simply “express himself” as other writers do. Apparently, the sense of scenes and sequencing or the storytelling process of King went from the academic discussions of theories to his poignant experiences as an advocate of nonviolent means of protest. He evidently considered his readers or his target audience in his writing in so doing this outline of his nonfiction. He did not merely express his belief in his god. He packaged and catalogued it from heavy, seemingly highfalutin and scholarly terms to light and emotional terms in a discourse that jumpstarted with academic terms and ended with his life experiences and the fate of the world and God’s kingdom during these dark times. This accordingly tells a story and not merely provides information, then qualifying this piece as a nonfiction that is creative. Creative since he “created” or perhaps reiterated and re-told another possible method to call for a better, humane society. A nonfiction indeed because of the reality it portrays: his worldview and the worldview of the ruled and the voiceless addressing the injustice in the current system.

The way he concluded the essay is somehow expansive as he leaves thoughts to ponder on regarding the violent and nonviolent means of airing grievances. An epiphany happens as well as the verisimilitude of the nonfiction shows the actual implications of his literary piece that then asserts its timeliness during his lifetime—or perhaps timelessness since discrimination exists until this point in time—and significance. Or, to be more specific, social relevance, i.e. not just for the sake of senseless, narcissistic self-expression, but for writing about the “reality” others are experiencing, that then leans on the marginalized bulk of the populace—marginalization and oppression that are not isolated cases, thus making such commentaries and the like, universal like Marxism.

In one way or another, by the clever organization of the parts, the reader should have been moved or challenged to re-think his un/consciously-selected ideology. “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence” clearly speaks the purpose of writing for Marxists. To initiate and contribute changes to the prejudiced status quo, leaving the question of what methods are to be used.

Whatever our method maybe, the treatment of certain situations and utilizing them to improve the current state of human life and achieve the common good is up to us. An intrapersonal voyage is one. Interaction with the basic sectors to know their objective conditions is another, which is what we in the academe could do: To put theories into practice to test the truth-values of essays such as Martin Luther King Jr’s. And essays such as this, which claims that, in the midst of state fascism, economic crises and other evils that threaten both the soul and the body, violence and nonviolence, though contradicting, should go together to complement each other. Following the example of the minister-writer and other agents of social change who went out of their comfort zones, integration with the basic masses may be another pilgrimage we might be interested in pursuing—to know whether nonviolence, violence or both would spell the physical and spiritual salvation of the people.

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Critical Christ-man
(Comparative Analysis of “The Other Christ” and “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence”)


“The Other Christ” is the third segment of the first chapter titled “The Popular Filipino Christ” in the book Christ in the Philippine Context by Douglas J. Elwood and Patricia L. Magdamo. This segment revealed an alternative reading of who Jesus is—a glimpse on another perspective of seeing how Christ lived his life. “The Spanish Christ” and “The Filipino Christ”, the first and second portions of the introductory chapter, tells of the popular image of Christ that limits the highlights of his ministry on Earth as the Santo Niño (Holy Child) and the Santo Entierro (Christ Interred)—discounting the emphasis on how he lived as an advocate of the common people.

This selection provided an introduction of what to expect in the rest of the book, thus somehow suspending the interest of the readers since various points of argument needs to be discussed in detail. Being an excerpt, this re-structuring of Christ’s image and re-imagining of Christians’ duties may not be as comprehensive as Martin Luther King Jr.’s “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence.”

Through the first two segments, the chapter began asserting that portrayals and biographies of Christ are autobiographies of the authors. Therefore, the popular image of Christ is, more often than not, merely based on the biases of the artist—and perhaps the experiences of oppression, and the like, of certain cultures concerned. The discussion resumed to the roots of this Jesus that reflects the people’s anxiety, the “Christ of our own making”: the face-saving Christ (reiterated and termed in “The Other Christ”), who, according to the authors quoting Fr. Ruben Villote is “so meek that fighting back, even in the name of justice, would be to him unworthy of the dignity of a peace-loving man.”

On the contrary, preceding the section discussing the face-saving Christ is Dr. Jose Rizal’s perception of another Christ, Christ-man, being greater than Christ-god expressed when he cried, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” This then reaffirms that Christ is not just a Son of God, as he is also tagged as Son of Man in the bible, thus re-asserting King’s claim in his essay—that Christians should not just deal with the concerns of the spirit, but of the body as well. The assertions regarding the face-saving Christ is a clear attack on apathy among religious people, or particularly the "neo orthodoxy" in King’s terms, who created their very own self-portrait caricature of a Christ that “avoids conflicts”, i.e. a dead Christ who “is not the Christ of the Gospels.” This Christ being “afraid of controversy” is a “projection of our own spiritual sterility and cowardice.” Perhaps created to justify submissiveness to the existing order or acceptance without a whimper of “everything from dirty politics to unpaid salaries—in the name of meekness, humility and peace.”

Christ the troublemaker is later introduced by the authors. This disturbing Christ challenges the status quo. As Villote puts it, trouble and doubt of their established beliefs stirs the intellectuals and the religious when this Christ talks. He was under surveillance by the Pharisees and the Scribes. The Sanhedrin was watchful of his every word perhaps finding a way to file a lawsuit against him. Quoting Villote: “His troublemaking was part of his trouble-shooting. He disturbed the comfortable consciences of the untouchables, assaulted the Establishment, and chided the slavish faiths of the Jews. This man Jesus, indeed, was a “sign of contradiction” (Lk. 2:34), a troublemaker.” A disturber indeed. Just as Martin Luther King, in the authors’ words, “disturb the social conscience of America.”

This is then followed by the assertion of demonstrations being a “kind of prophetic voice crying for social change and reform,” in the words of Father Vitaliano Gorospe in his essay “Morality of Demonstrations” thus supporting the nonviolent means of revolution King endorsed. These “disturbances” during rallies for social change and reform initiated by groups like the Student Christian Movement are manifestations of living the life of the other Christ, who is, according to Miguel de Unamuno, Christ the revolutionary Leader of Men—in contrast to the distorted image of Christ as a mere “keeper” of peace contradicting the essence of what was actually said in the Beatitudes: “Blessed are the peacemakers” which could be translated to “Happy are those who work for peace.” Christians laboring for ending wars should then be peacemakers. Before they can “comfort the disturbed” they should “disturb the comfortable” since “a situation in which only the minority enjoys peace is no peace at all.” Thus the Christian movement with, needless to say, Christ as the mass leader is indeed revolutionary—as the authors and King both imply.

As of this portion of the book, the means of attaining social change is not blatantly proposed as either the violent or nonviolent methods or both, but later, Gandhi would be mentioned as quite like Jesus in advocating nonviolence. As manifested in this first chapter of the book, Christ uses words to expose the flaws of the status quo. But in a latter chapter, it would be reaffirmed that Jesus is a man of contradictions as he makes seemingly contradicting messages or “complete reversals” such as: “He who takes up the sword shall perish by the sword” and “I came not to bring peace but sword”. “Man shall not live by bread alone” and “Give us today the food we need”. “Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy” and “The Sabbath day was made for the good of man; man was not made for Sabbath.” Lastly “I came not to destroy the tradition but to bring fulfillment” yet, according to the authors, Jesus “warned in a parable that you cannot put ‘new wine’ (referring to his own teaching) into ‘old wineskins’ (meaning the Establishments) without bursting them open.” This then shows that Christian teaching may be open to ideas purportedly stated in the Scriptures, maybe opening the possibility of nonviolence and violence working hand in hand—since some commandments in the bible were violated at certain times depending on the context and the need.

In terms of writing, “The Other Christ” used a more familiar language with perhaps the common people as the audience despite its choice of English as medium, as compared to the theoretical terms (-isms) employed in “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence.” The former is written with the subheadings “The Christ who is Jesus”, “The face-saving Christ”, “A genuine revolutionary” and “The universal and particular Christ” while the latter is divided into subplots by three roman numerals. Elwood and Magdamo began the segment being discussed by mentioning an alternative Christ and the enumeration of individuals who subscribed and developed images of another Christ thus achieving credibility (with an added factor of exposing how the established belief responds to progressive and alternative viewpoints regarding the Messiah and salvation) of discussion just as King mentioned theoreticians he encountered in his "pilgrimage."

This local version of advocating nonviolence is, of course, contextually more relevant to our situation as throughout the book, the image imbibed by the Filipinos from Spanish colonization up to the contemporary times is somehow considered. However, the promotion of nonviolence is not that explicit and strict, and if it would be, I would still stand on the claim that violence and nonviolence could perhaps work hand in hand. The local selection focused more on the alternative reading of who Christ is and the revolutionary values he teaches. Unlike King, who rather focused on the theories and its application in the rampant discrimination and injustices during his time. Elwood and Magdamo began the book in a chapter that redefines Christ, being culture-bound, as a socially and politically active individual that looked like us—as described in the last subheading, which is the only real-life application (as of the first chapter) of the other Christ. Then support statements from sources written by scholars and religious people and direct citations from the Scriptures followed.

Being a portion of a book, “The Other Christ” is understandably less thorough than “Pilgrimage to Nonviolence.” But both imply the need for social change through the teachings of Christ, which are interpreted in different manners, depending on the social context. As Elwood and Magdamo had written “Real peace includes freedom and justice for all. The real peacemaker knows that true peace is not cheap.” Thus recognizing the dangers the disciples of Christ are facing in times of social action. These "troublemakers" being believers of the other Christ, whether they are into violent or nonviolent methods of criticizing the status quo, remain in trouble as they wield a placard, a pen, a brush, a guitar, a megaphone, a video camera or a gun--under this fascist regime.

Monday, August 15, 2011

PETA: HU ART DAW SHAKESPEARE ICONTEST


I'd keep this post short. Still overwhelmed. Can't believe my entry won, not because of popularity, but because of the aesthete of the judges. Salamat sa mga bumoto. Salamat din sa Philippine Educational Theater Association. Dalwandaang boto ang leading sa "likes" o "votes." Dalawandaan. 670-470! Kaya parang-- Woah. Okay, sabi ko I'll keep this short. Thanksalot ho ulet. Sinecond thought ako re: pagjoin ng mga kontest na may "like" factor. Parang gusto ko ulit mag-try. *end of message*

Friday, July 29, 2011

Spectacleshards [iii]: Pirsig's

[UNDER THE STORM poetry anthology information here. If you care for my well-being, you will click this link, "like" my entry and share this fuck of an entry with your friends and you'd cry rainbows with them after the quasi-LSD experience.]

Resumed reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig. Am half-way through. Attention span's getting worse. And productivity level's at par with it. Sharing this food for thought. God, these are chunks of paragraphs. I hate this book for having too much quotable portions. Or, maybe, I am easily amused.

Mountains like these and travelers in the mountains and events that happen to them here are found not only in Zen literature but in the tales of every major religion. The allegory of a physical mountain for the spiritual one that stands between each soul and its goal is an easy and natural one to make. Like those in the valley behind us, most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid the hardships. Some travel into the mountains accompanied by experienced guides who know the best and least dangerous routes by which they arrive at their destination. Still others, inexperienced and untrusting, attempt to make their own routes. Few of these are successful, but occasionally some, by sheer will and luck and grace, do make it. Once there they become more aware than any of the others that there's no single or fixed number of routes. There are as many routes as there are individual souls.

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A memory came back of his own dismissal from the University for having too much to say. For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses. The more you look the more you see.

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Phædrus thought withholding grades was good, according to his notes, but he didn't give it scientific value. In a true experiment you keep constant every cause you can think of except one, and then see what the effects are of varying that one cause. In the classroom you can never do this. Student knowledge, student attitude, teacher attitude, all change from all kinds of causes which are uncontrollable and mostly unknowable. Also, the observer in this case is himself one of the causes and can never judge his effects without altering his effects. So he didn't attempt to draw any hard conclusions from all this, he just went ahead and did what he liked.

The movement from this to his enquiry into Quality took place because of a sinister aspect of grading that the withholding of grades exposed. Grades really cover up failure to teach. A bad instructor can go through an entire quarter leaving absolutely nothing memorable in the minds of his class, curve out the scores on an irrelevant test, and leave the impression that some have learned and some have not. But if the grades are removed the class is forced to wonder each day what it's really learning. The questions, What's being taught? What's the goal? How do the lectures and assignments accomplish the goal? become ominous. The removal of grades exposes a huge and frightening vacuum.

What was Phædrus trying to do, anyway? This question became more and more imperative as he went on. The answer that had seemed right when he started now made less and less sense. He had wanted his students to become creative by deciding for themselves what was good writing instead of asking him all the time. The real purpose of withholding the grades was to force them to look within themselves, the only place they would ever get a really right answer.

But now this made no sense. If they already knew what was good and bad, there was no reason for them to take the course in the first place. The fact that they were there as students presumed they did not know what was good or bad. That was his job as instructor...to tell them what was good or bad. The whole idea of individual creativity and expression in the classroom was really basically opposed to the whole idea of the University.

For many of the students, this withholding created a Kafkaesque situation in which they saw they were to be punished for failure to do something but no one would tell them what they were supposed to do. They looked within themselves and saw nothing and looked at Phædrus and saw nothing and just sat there helpless, not knowing what to do. The vacuum was deadly.

One girl suffered a nervous breakdown. You cannot withhold grades and sit there and create a goalless vacuum. You have to provide some goal for a class to work toward that will fill that vacuum. This he wasn't doing.

He couldn't. He could think of no possible way he could tell them what they should work toward without falling back into the trap of authoritarian, didactic teaching. But how can you put on the blackboard the mysterious internal goal of each creative person?

Grades suck. They make me feel conformist to some extent. Anyway, grade-conscious people suck more. Grade conscious people bragging about their grades suck best. Though most all knowing people I know, somehow, have something to brag about. What am I saying? What is Pirsig saying? A pleasant morning. I hope I've made your mornings better. Oh, no, I didn't type all of these. Copypasted them from the ebook version I have just downloaded. Pagination of the e-copy and the print material differs, by the way.

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