Project Type: Collected Works
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RAINBOW CHRONICLES AND OTHER POEMS
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PATTERNS The chisel as creatorLends shape to wood, to stone.Shape being the truth of character,Reality of body and bone,Sculpted fact of form,The confidence of matter. The paintbrush as creatorDraws maps of rainbows,Contours of celebrations,Then blends faithful colorsWith their reserved spaces.Spaces being the measure of possibilitiesThat can curtail the guiles of prisms. The pen as creatorCarves…
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TOWARD A NATIONALIST FEMINISM
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Toward a Nationalist FeminismDelia D. Aguilar Kritika Kultura in partnership with Gantala Press celebrates the twenty-fifth anniversary of Delia D. Aguilar’s Toward a Nationalist Feminism, a collection of twelve essays published in 1998 by Gloria F. Rodriguez of Giraffe Books—an independent publishing house that provided a platform for women writers in the Philippines. Spanning the…
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BINHI NG PAGLAYA
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Dahil hangga’t ikinukulongat pinapatay nila ang mga naglilingkodsa mga mahihirap at magsasaka,walang puwangpara sa siphayo o panlulumodahil kami,tayo ay mga muntingbinhi ng paglaban. – mula sa “Binhi ng Paglaya” Binhi ng PaglayaAmanda Socorro Lacaba Echanis “Patunay ang aklat na ito na kailanmaý di masasagkaan ng rehas at mataas na pader ang mapanuring kaisipan at malikhaing…
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SA AKING HENERASYON
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Dahil ang tula, hindi ba, sa simula’y gumagapang,Makakakita’t titindig, makikinig at tatapang,Tumatanda, may alaala at may tiyak na asinta.…Dahil mapanlinlang ang panahong lumilikhang litong talinhaga,At ang tula ang siyang dapat na lumikha sa makata. – Mula sa “Introduksyon” Sa Aking Henerasyon: Mga Tula at Saling-Tulani Kerima Lorena Tariman Tinitipon sa koleksiyong ito ang lahat ng…
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NECESSARY CONTEXTS
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THE CEREMONY of remembering the dead is in full flower even as the living continue to be restricted by the pandemic. On television reportage on the rise and fall of the costs of cut flowers deemed needed for the ceremony bordered on the trite, as did footage of the pedestrian flow — children and elderly…
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MANGLED MORNINGS
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Decades apart, we share histories despite / women that we are, we are wounded in the same breasts / we cry for each other’s pains and laugh / at our follies. We love our sisters and our children. / Your tongue speaks in abstractions — / we are taught to hide our sorrows / women…
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PANA-PANAHON
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Ako’y tulang may hagupit ng latigo, / may talas ng patalim / may haplos ng pagmamahal – dumudukwang / sa bintana ng paghamon sa sinumang / may pagsamo, kaydaling malusaw ng puso! / Tulang may sugat sa dibdib, / may tarak ng punyal o sugat ng punglo / ang mga alaala – sa isang iglap,…
