Showing posts with label olde. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Pre-Bagong Taon Re-Post

Banta: puro ito tungkol sa akin, pasensya na. Reminiscing shit. Yung naka-blockquote, pagbabalik-tanaw yun sa 2009, pagwewelcome sa 2010. Yung komentaryo, pagkukumpara sa katatapos lang na 2011, kasi--

Wala pala akong post para sa new year noong iwewelcome ang 2011 at magpapaalam sa 2010. So, wala akong pagbabalik-tanaw sa 2010 blog entry. Naalala ko na kung bakit, hindi ko lang maibahagi pero bukas siguro, isasama ko. Ang naispatan ko, na ayoko i-link sa lumang blog kaya ni-re-post ko na lang ay:

" "Repleksyon sa Petsang Palindrome" noong 01022010

Medyo yan ang pamagat. Namiss ko tuloy magsulat nang conversational.

"Napressure na akong gumawa ng blog entry na pang-bagong taon, dahil sa nakakaaliw na petsang palindrome, salamat (sa anak ni) FR. Napressure, bagamat ilang pulgada na lang, at nasa kalahati pa lamang ako ng tinatapos na nobela. Ang tanging academic responsibility na hindi ko matapos-tapos dahil sa internal at eksternal na mga pang-aabala."

Hanggang IYAS workshop, bitbit ko itong tisis, nagkukumahog. Hanggang ngayon, work-in-progress itong kasabay ng santambak na works-in-progress na sana magprogress (mukha naman dahil may katuwang) at pipiliting bigyang-progress sa parating na taon bago mawasak ang mundo.

"Mapangwasak ng buhay ang taong 2009. Hindi ko malilimutan ang taon ng aking debut at ang pinaka-dabest na regalong natanggap ko, mula sa kaibigan ninyong bespren na SAY-ACT ang palayaw. Eleksyon noon. Walong estudyante ang pinangalanang komunista / terorista ng grupong gumagamit ng bangkay na taktika. Oldskul military tactic, ika nga namin sa mga room-to-room discussion. Natakot saglit. Natakot na natawa na hindi makapaniwala, dahil naihanay sa mga kilalang tibak, bagamat behind the scenes ang trip at nakasanayan kong pagkilos. Ang isang tulad kong ni hindi marunong magsalita nang diretso kapag nasa harap ng maraming tao, lalo na't tangan ang sandatang megaphone. Ang hindi ko malilimutang punto ng SAY-ACT na pinaparatang sa amin: "They act like normal students and denu their evil affiliations." Napakapanalo. Short fiction ang dating."

Nauulit na naman ata ito ngayon. Mainit na naman ang usaping iyan sa elbi.

"Ang reklamo ng ilang mga estudyante laban sa USC 07-08 at 08-09 na nagluwal ng desisyon ng Student Disciplinary Tribunal na suspindihin kami, nitong taon rin lang naganap. May ilan pang nangyari. Ang pagkaudlot ng graduation ko ng first sem, dahil nakialam si Chancy sa EIC selection process at ang inyong lingkod ang inappoint. At inupakan pa rin ng represyon sa pamamagitan ng hindi pagkolekta ng student fund ng UPLB Perspective. Binanatan din naman namin pabalik ang admin. Nakapaglabas ng tatlong special issue dahil sa suporta ng masang estudyante. At isang regular sized issue, sa dagdag na suporta ng mga alumni. Ang ganti nila? Ayun na. Suspension. Nawa'y umubra ang apila. Huwag kalimutan ang tatlondaang estudyanteng nanawagan ng pagpapatalsik kay Lt. Colonel Vivian Gonzales."

At ngayon, may manhunt sa berdugong wala naman palang yagbols.

"Mapangwasak, in the literal sense din ang 2009. Nagmarka si Ondoy, hindi lang sa kolektibong gunita ng bayan. Maging sa konkretong ari-arian ng mamamayan. Mga ganitong pagkakataon ang ginagamit ng mga reaksyunaryo para magpakalat ng malisya at panlilinlang na hindi naman gumana, dahil sa di-matawarang kamangmangan ng SAY-ACT, sa porma at nilalaman. Hindi na ako magpapalawig sa Ampatuan Massacre at ang inutil na reaksyon dito ng pamahalaan: Martial Law. At magpapatuloy ang literal na pangwawasak, bukod sa paninirang puri, kung mapapadalas ang pagtambay ng mga militar na naka-uniporme sa kampus."

At ngayon, kakadaan lamang ni Sendong. Tas--

"Ililista ko na lamang ang mga naaalala kong naganap noong nakaraan, bagamat sadyang mapurol ang memorya ko:"

Okay.

0. Naging bandwagoner ako, sa pamamagitan ng paggawa ng Facebook account.

Ngayon, may twitter pa ako. Juskogad. May tumblr, di nauupdate.

1. Una ko atang Lakbayan. At CEGP national convention.

Naki-campout at naki-strike naman ako this year.

2. Ilang waiting shed payong ang nawalay sa akin, nang hindi ko naman kasalanan. Nawalan rin ako ng maraming gamit tulad ng godlike cloak, haggard tickler, pera, at marami pang sana hindi ko maalalang naiwala ko. (Lately, graduation. With.. alam mo na. Wag na. Sikret.)

At wala na akong payong na katumbas ng crowbar.

3. Umepal ako sa tatlong art exhibit: Opus Elbi ng UP Painters' Club, Fact Sheet ng UPLB Zoomout Multimedia Collective, Talentados ng UP Photographers' Society.

Sa angkor wat ako naka-epal this time.

4. Naging arthrob, na pauso ng isang subject ng Comm Arts (yii. Salamat.), at nakapagshadowplay muli. (Tama ba? 2009 ang Arthrob, diba?) Gumawa ng backdrop, kasama ng KarMa Kolektib.

Wala akong komento dito. :L Ay, HU ART DAW Shakespeare icon na lang.

5. Nagdirek ng Martin Fierro at nagwagi ng 2nd place sa Epic battles ng Spanish I. May shadowplay din dito. At kami ang pinaka walang nagastos, kung ibabatay sa props at spectacle (Nadine, ang shirt natin? haha)

Naka one-minuter public service announcement naman kami, stopmotion.

6. Nagdisenyo din ng mga bagay na pangSakbayan. At natuto ng maraming bagay, sa proseso.

Naglelayout pa rin naman ako at gumuguhit. Ata. At, tiyak, natututo.

7. Napasaakin si Gehenna (ang laptop na puyat lagi).

Matagal na pala ang pinagsamahan namin.

8. Nakapaglabas muli, bagamat hindi pa rin regular, ng mga komiks ang KarMa Kolektib.

So far, may dalawang komix release. Collaborative pareho. "Ang Sandatahang Banga" [1][2] w Jona at Grekka at "Fragments: In Which We Are--" [1][2] w Alyza.

9. Umattend ng Philippine PEN Annual Conference at nakita sina F. Sionil Jose and Company. Nagpa-autograph na rin kay Bien Lumbera.

Haha. Kay RT at JCR ata ako nagpapirma this year.

10. Nagbasa ng kung anu-ano. Nakinig ng kung anu-ano. Nagdownload ng kung anu-ano. Nanuod ng kung anu-ano. Medyo natuto. Nakilala ka. Ikaw nga. (Yak, biglang drama)

See "Shards" posts. Tinatamad ako mag-link.

"Nanaginip ng kung anu-ano. Nakalimot ng kung anu-ano. Nanaginip ng kung anu-ano. Binangungot ng kung anu-ano. Nanahimik. Nag-ingay. Nagmuni-muni kung mananahimik o patuloy mag-iingay. At mag-iingay."

See "Reverences" posts. Tinatamad ako mag-link. Tas btw, may FB timeline pa. Na ampanget lang, pero eventually, babandwagon rin naman ako tulad mo, no choice. At ayun. Naulit lang ang ilang bagay, iba nga lang ang mukha. At, iba ang mga kasama. Hayun. Bukas na ipagpatuloy ang drama nostalgia shit na ito. Sabog na post, tutal, putukan naman mamaya. Yes, sa labas dapat, of course, wag sa loob, para di madisgrasya, yang joke na yan, parati na lang.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [xii]: Unearthed angry freshman

I am still in the process of cooking something up for this initiative of sharing one's New Year's Revolutions, and I would like to share this pre-New Year blog entry. Today, I had this illusion of cleaning up my drawer and my room, which came with the delusion that I did make a significant change in the physical appearance of my room and among the things I unearthed are:

1. Letter to Art Bell--a class exercise. Forgot the subject.
2. Parapharnalia from ex-girlfriends
3. Tickets to theater productions
4. Coins / Cash--except my UP centennial 100php
5. College Admission results from UP & UST
6. Ancient karMa Kolektib parapharnalia
7. Amputated gundam body parts
8. A candle--probably used after "Finals"
9. Draft of one of my oldest poem, "Maharet"
10. Silly olde notebooks--from HS to college

Now, the first one is what I would like to share--and transcribe as it is handwritten. And, no, I did not edit those grammatical lapses and dangling motherfvckers, so, no, you may not exert grammar fascism against my freshman self but if you really had the urge, no one's stopping you. At the risk of sounding like a dickhole, I got a 1.0 for this, by the way. Maybe my professor's being generous back then. Unfortunately, the date is not written on this olde olde yellow pad paper, but since my handwriting is still readable, I can safely assume that I was probably too young back then. Basta at least five years ago.

Dearest Mister Art Bell,

I am one of the people that made you puke. I am a Filipino. Having read your interesting and highly intellectual article--which is, by the way, very academic, concise and objective--about our being Asian makes me want to answer and step up to your high level of intellectual capacity and heart-warming passion towards other people. I will now attempt to address your scholarly and theoretically founded assertions and accusations with my inferior insights.

The "trashy' qualities of Filipinos and Filipino Americans that you enumerated throughout the article are not hasty generalizations & not fallacious at all. The truth values of your dependent and independent variables in your academic article proves how trashy Filipinos are. The term, the heavy-laden and objective term "trashy", that appeared several times in your article is well-defined and not abstract at all.

Putting sarcasm aside, if your open mind managed to notice, I believe you are not in the position credible enough to criticize and theorize about certain cultures you are neither, in the first place, part of, nor familiar with. I would also like to contribute the knowledge that the fluorescent lamp, the videoke and the hydropowered cars are invented by Filipino scientists. Such breakthroughs in science & technology are significant contributions of Filipinos to the world. You could have missed those facts during your field work and research that you conducted before writing your critical analysis of Filipino culture.

In case you have no clue about power relations, I would like to tell you that propagation of such information is eco-political. Japan, as seen during World War II, is one of the prominent world powers, i.e. characterized by its being imperialistic. The aforementioned innovations and other ideas that could have come from any third world country is, more often than not, not supported by their local government. With these in mind, influences of imperialist powers by acquiring the intellectual property rights (tl;dr)

Tinamad na ko. There. Signed it, by the way. Fvck these idle days. Let's just end by admitting that I don't know if that contributed anything significant to your life, but I know sharing this letter did not contribute anything to the betterment of my messy room. Good day.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [xi]: The "111111 = 6 crowbars x subconscious and more" post


Er.. Believe it or not, I checked the previous "Pandora's Box(es)", and it is marked "[x]." Incidentally, it is--yes, it has been repeated a few, believe me, a very very very few times--11.11.11.11.11.

That's mm/dd/yy+hr:min, though the order does not really matter. And, oh, those are a lot of crowbars 1111111111 = ten (10) crowbars! Feel free to choose 1 and hit those motherfvckers with it! Pun intended! Lame pun, I know! (And, yeah, 11-11-11 was November 11, 1911 [I wonder, did they make a big fuss back then?], not this day, but to join the bandwagon, let's 111111!)

Let me then share with you what this post would like to recollect. As I've mentioned that I've been dreaming again in the previous post (that was also a post that kind of shamelessly plugs my entry [{this} is the link to the actual entry, or, search for the group "Dito sa Mundong Kiko" in Facebook and do what you want with your life, vote for my entry, for another entry, ignore this remark, whatever] into some sort of a contest but dont worry because I would not plague your feed with my plug as I would deactivate, again, my facebook account at approximately 3:33AM), and I consider most dreams as nightmares, and

no worse nightmare than the feeling of having a routine that makes life seem mundane. I have been feeling like a machine lately and I (re)connect or (re)relate this to the machine-man mishmash themes that I am often fond of. Such may be traced back as early as circa 2006.

The artwork herein was created waaay back. I was a computer science major. I had planned, haha, a series back then. I was young and ambitious, though now, I still try to go beyond what I thought I cannot, or so I thought--the difference is, I am not young anymore, as vital signs indicate deteriorating health, if not old age or both. Anyway,

at its inset is the "self" or the "character" in my entry for QBCCC volume one. And, another work in progress among piles of works remaining in progress has something to do with these things, with this recollection. That is all. Good day. Good 11.11.11.11.11.

Lengthy PS! This is also day when, as I've heard from the radio on the way home, Donaire was married. When asked why, he said because the number 111111 is lucky. When asked about his opinion regarding his wife wearing the wedding gown prior the wedding ceremony, he said he does not believe in superstition. Those statements are from the very same interview.

Is he delivering a punchline? Or-- I just don't ..get it (but, do I have to get it? Would I want to? Is it worth my time? Your time? Anyway!). Ugh, not worth thinking about, at least at this time. :L These evil, depressing, slash-other-people's wrists, hormonal times of anxiety.

PPS! As I've mentioned before, the september-october issue of UP Forum is up for [download]. Now, the articles have been uploaded, so, I'll update and link and all. My article on agri/cultural homogenization is [here], artworks [here], [here] and [here is a somewhat pixelated? pixelized? version]. Thank you.

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,

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.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [viii]: Freshies

So, here they are. Ye olde Isko't Iska teasers. Sharing this to the er... next generation.. gap! Click [here] for the link to Isko't Iska 2011: ALERT Massive FEEnomena! Suggestion, had it not been done yet: Upload that vid to youtube. Or, maybe I missed it. Anyway:


Too tired to say anything about those er... earlier Isko't Iska days. All I know was, last year, someone didn't do any justice to my persona. Kidding lang, Dotarot*! Halfmeant! Haha. Applause sa inyo, Isko't Iska 2011. Break legs. Use crowbars kung necessary.


Isko't Iska 2011 e August 25 at may re-run ng September 8. *Siya ako last year! I meant, inimpersonate niya ko! Kingina naman that! Wazakation!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Eliphas With a Thousand Young

I am not quite sure how to categorize this. Shall I put it under the "Pandora's Boxes," since there is a reminiscence of the past (or one of the futures?!) going on? Or, under the "Nausea" series, since, well, I don't have to explain, right? Those are tongues and mouths and teeth and appendages right there. Or, under the "Spectacles," since-- or under a new category, say, "Tentacles," with another unclassified illustration--King Inang Yellow? Ugh. Nevermind. Just, let me share with you, Eliphas with A Thousand Young. Obviously a reference to Shub-Niggurath.


"Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat [of the Woods] with a Thousand Young!"



Above are different artistic renditions of Eliphas. Images by (Clockwise) Tilde Acuna, Regine Genato, AK Castillo Ruffa Solano, Aye Sarapuddin, Bangs Colona. (Originally posted here.)

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P.S. I really have to cleanse myself and wash the colours away like blood from a butcher's hands. Colours that left spots on a clean cloth, ie, my er... shit, I am out of words. If you haven't voted for that PETA (Philippine Educational Theater Association) contest yet, please check out all the entries and take your pick. This is my entry. "Like" it to vote for it. And if you like it enough, please tell your friends about it. Here are two blog posts about it: (link!) and (link!). Thanks.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [vii]: Prexies

[Click the images to zoom in.]


Text heavy. I know. And in Filipino. Reminds me of this:


The Yellow King shall soon be among the banes of humanity.
O, he already is. See his picture here.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [vi]: Ironic


Pandora's Boxes shall be trips down the memory lane, but this time, I can't seem to remember why or how this er... drama of a drawing came to be. How unfortunate. Being nostalgic about something you cannot even remember in full colour television of your mind's eye that looks over the shoulder and into the past--no images at all even with a black and white betamax tape, and no sound at all even with a cassette tape. What the fuck. I don't think I can articulate this whatever it is well. Anyway, the .jpg file information says this was "modified" circa 2008 but was "created" circa 2009--making it harder to pin down the reason behind this slashwrist bullshit. Remembering something you cannot remember is torture. A bad way to start a bad day. Sounds of an orchestra chanting impending doom. Visions of another diaspora. Let us see. I only have to wait for a couple of hours.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [v]: Palpakran

It has almost been half a decade and this motherfucker and the mother that he fucks with are still inhaling oxygen and exhaling intestinal gases [news!]. Here is an overview of the motherfucker's profile. Pardon the illustration. Twas 2006 and I was young and-- Here's the profile!


OVERVIEW

Jovi Palpakran, Jr. (born Kahapon [trans. "Yesterday"]) is a Kingkongressman representing totally marginalized and oppressed and maltreated and violated and powerless and discriminated army personnel via the Bantay-Salakay ("Dog-Assault") party-list group in the 14th Kingkongress. He will be called to active duty in the Armed Forces of the President in the future, of course. Notice the "will be" in the main verb? Get used to it. You may go to the future because there is a recent discovery that time zones are places. I have included such information for the sake of verisimilitude. Keep in mind that Palpakran was born yesterday. Anyway--

OTHER THINGS

as a lieutenant, he will retire like other lieutenants. He will be a tired general, who will be a prominent figure in the campaign against communist insurgents, like you guise. He will be the commander of the Humanitarians in Wars, which is why vegetarians eat vegetables and he is humanitarian. He will fuck with marry a lot of wo/men while in service but he will only have three children with a veterinary dentist. Two of his children will be the dogs, Cloud Meatballs and Bullet Dancer.

Palpakran earned a pedigree in zoo business administration from the University of the Beastiary yesterday after his birth. He will later earn a master's pedigree in managing canines from the Philippine Jesus Universe College on friday, and a master's pedigree in national security guardianship and administration from the National Defensive in Denial College next thursday. This is the reason why he has the semblance of a dog and a chimp. There are rumours that he is a bastard son procreated by two drunk species who, after a horny sensation, felt the need to--

Before he retires, Palpakran will be assigned in Idoru (by William Gibson) and Ramble On (by Led Zeppelin) as dominatrix of the 204th Brigade. He will later be the pedophile harem master of the 8th Infant Storm Troopers Division with a lot of young soldier boys. To summarize all his future greatness in his future pursuit of annihilating the communist insurgency, I would like to dare say and predict that he will triumph. There will be no public clamour for social change anymore. Poverty will be solved. Unemployment will be no more. No one will ever die because of Palpakran's noble efforts. Viva fascism.

Human rights issues? The Butcher? What butcher? What human rights issues? Palpakran will never be accused by organizations of having a role in alleged extrajudicial abductions and killings of government critics during his would-be military service. He will personally deny (of course, he is innocent, motherfuckers!) any link to any such killings, and will be cleared of rights abuses by the military through an internal, informal investigation in which no records were kept.

A probe by the Commission on Human Rights (excluding Lefts, of course) will never find that there is a direct evidence indicating that Palpakran will be the mastermind, and there will never be circumstantial evidence linking some members of the military, to the killings. Double negatives are not said to be unconfusing. The Melo Report will never state that, "there is certainly evidence pointing the finger of suspicion at some elements and personalities in the armed forces, in particular General Palpakran, as responsible for an undetermined number of killings, by allowing, tolerating, and even encouraging the killings."

He will be awarded with the following medals so, there is no way that he will violate human rights: Distinguished Balls Massage Service Stars, Gold Croissant with Human Fluid Jam Medal, Gawad sa Kaunlaran Kahit Kapapanganak Lang Kahapon Medal (KAKALAKA or "Progress Despite Being Born Yesterday" Medal), Bronze Croissant with Human Fluid Jam Medals, Wounded Jesus of the Universe Personnel Medals, Militar Medals and Warcraft Campaign Medals.

Oh, this is bullshit by the way. Distorted data from here.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [iv]: A Very Brief PeNoy review

Kinda busy. Here are yellow things to celebrate the blessings of King Inang Yellow. Since he failed to do a lot of his homework, I wouldn't say anything about his performance. Let's be mediocre. And be airbags! I find this bragging--of his efforts of getting rid of his constituents' apathy--quite arrogant, unless you want to suck his balls and call that confidence. That smug.


L Reform. A contribution to IMAHEngNASYON.



Ang Smiley. A contribution to Tulagalag 100. Posted here.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [iii]: Goddaughter


A pleasant coincidence. After posting a diabolical nostalgia, here I am sharing a portrait of my goddaughter. This was er... blue-penned a year ago. And up until now, I don't think I have given her anything, i.e. material things, that matter. I shall pay my debts soon. Happy Birthday and thank you for making me--



I hope I have balanced, or better "neutralized," the hearts and rainbows and unicorns and sunshine and other niceties of this post with the embedded video.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [ii]: 8 Demons

Oh, a new header / banner / whatsoever. Joy.

Though we all know that the evils of this millennium culminates with the most relevant issue of these times, i.e. the Onion not getting a Pulitzer Prize despite its outstanding contribution to the world with its high-caliber journalism powered with dedicated journalists who want nothing but to bring you the facts even without an award and desperately mad loyal supporters who would do anything for truth and justice, there are other issues that deserve attention (though let me emphasize, again, and clarify, again, that the Onion deserves more than all attention it can get such as the Pulitzer Prize, goddamnit!). And this concerns your children and the future of your grandchildren. And their grandchildren's clones.

Demons lurk amongst us, and one of them celebrated a birthday back then when they were exposed by Saviours and Soldiers of God and God's Truth (SAGOT) to the public. How arrogant those demons are! No demon has the right to celebrate birthdays or proclaim the day of their birth, for chrissakes! About two years passed and recently, another among their ranks celebrated his birthday through an esoteric occult ritual that the public would never suspect of being a satanic rite--dancing a new world order dance in the rain while screaming unholy incantations to wash their sins away and save themselves--without a christ! How proud and Luciferian!


This rite occurred after this guy and six of his cohorts (so, they were seven! see how they blaspheme God? they even used God's number instead of the Devil's number, six, and imprison themselves to manipulate media attention!) were freed by their co-demons from the Hell where God placed them to atone for their sins. The unrepentant sinners even marched from Hell to earth proclaiming victory over God and his warriors of righteousness. The same unrepentant sinners were asked by the soldiers about other demons they knew since knowing a demon's name gives you a decent chance of capturing them. Surprisingly, the list of demons names demons that were already labelled demons by SAGOT back then. Here's an archived video documentary of the demon hunting (yes, gritty camera movement! that's indie / alternative media! this creepy video still gives me the creeps!):


The bane of humanity, i.e. these demons--the seven, the eight, the sixteen, the fifty four, the one hundred, whatever the number and to whatever Legion they serve--shall turn to God and righteousness as long as they still have their souls to surrender to the Almighty. Get the Onion a Pulitzer to have an in-depth reportage further fortified by thorough analysis of issues such as these and secure the future of your children. And their grandchildren. And their grandchildren's clones. Before it is too late and we end in either a zombie or a robot apocalypse.

Oh, this is fiction, btw.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Pandora's Boxes [i]: Jumpstarting Nostalgia

Had I really learnt how, I hope I could re-learn vector imaging, or whatever it is called. Today I begin another thing among other things I have began (and oftentimes failed to sustain, but it's fine!): unearthing files and attempting to say something about it. This was created way back 2006.


I have this obsession with unborn motherfuckers and I have no idea what that might mean or might say about me and my subconscious. These weird images or visions or whatever you want to call them eventually became my first er... illustrated narrrative--"Ang Engkwentro sa Palma Bridge ng mga Batang Pinalaya(s) sa Sinapupunan," or, roughly, "The Fun of the Aborted Kids." :L This was originally submitted as a class requirement, just like "Lihim ng mga Lespu." Here's an "old" news. Anyway, since I've began showing a pair, here's another pair--the two covers of my first er... zine. This zine was released 2007. The reprint last year, 2010.


The next installment or sequel or prequel since time does not matter would soon be released by KarMa Kolektib (After four years? :L Haha, tagged you bilang pressure, ha, ka-collab. Joke. Pero, take your time. Haha.). Like the fanpage here.

(Would do something to make entries such as this er... happier.)

June 28 addendum for more effects. Remembered this vid because of this 30dayshit

Some other streets within the City as of 11.11.11.11.11

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