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Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 12:31:04 PM
ganahan sad ang embalmer ani:

He he, imoha tingali ni Ms. Isle, kay mao man ni ang imong favorite color, di ba?

Botoy as a rookie reporter in the early 50s...

Vintage 1965 Olivetti

Underwood Standard

Poetic Form: Pantoum    

The pantoum originated in Malaysia in the fifteenth-century as a short folk poem, typically made up of two rhyming couplets that were recited or sung. However, as the pantoum spread, and Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. The modern pantoum is a poem of any length, composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The last line of a pantoum is often the same as the first.

The pantoum was especially popular with French and British writers in the nineteenth-century, including Charles Baudelaire and Victor Hugo, who is credited with introducing the form to European writers. The pantoum gained popularity among contemporary American writers such as Anne Waldman and Donald Justice after John Ashbery published the form in his 1956 book, Some Trees.

A good example of the pantoum is Carolyn Kizer’s "Parent's Pantoum," the first three stanzas of which are excerpted here:

Where did these enormous children come from,
More ladylike than we have ever been?
Some of ours look older than we feel.
How did they appear in their long dresses

More ladylike than we have ever been?
But they moan about their aging more than we do,
In their fragile heels and long black dresses.
They say they admire our youthful spontaneity.

They moan about their aging more than we do,
A somber group--why don't they brighten up?
Though they say they admire our youthful spontaneity
They beg us to be dignified like them

One exciting aspect of the pantoum is its subtle shifts in meaning that can occur as repeated phrases are revised with different punctuation and thereby given a new context. Consider Ashbery's poem "Pantoum," and how changing the punctuation in one line can radically alter its meaning and tone: "Why the court, trapped in a silver storm, is dying." which, when repeated, becomes, "Why, the court, trapped in a silver storm, is dying!"

An incantation is created by a pantoum's interlocking pattern of rhyme and repetition; as lines reverberate between stanzas, they fill the poem with echoes. This intense repetition also slows the poem down, halting its advancement. As Mark Strand and Eavan Boland explained in The Making of a Poem, "the reader takes four steps forward, then two back," making the pantoum a "perfect form for the evocation of a past time."


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If I Had Married You Instead of Her
(Author unknown)



If I had married you instead of her,
I would not now be seething with regret,
Trapped by children, choked by dreams that were
My hopes before my life turned desolate.

I would not now be seething with regret
For having married more for lust than love.
My hopes before my life turned desolate
Now live but in the darkness where you move.

For having married more for lust than love,
I’m punished with a wife whom I despise.
I live but in the darkness where you move,
My hopes the harvest of your haunting eyes.

I’m punished with a wife whom I despise,
Trapped by children, choked by dreams that were
My hopes… The harvest of your haunting eyes,
If I had married you instead of her.


http://www.rbuhsd.k12.ca.us/~rgrow/Pantoums.html

The pantoum is a variety of formal verse that is distinguished by cycling refrains.  A refrain is a line that repeats itself.  Pantoums are written in quatrains, sets of four lines, that may be rhymed or unrhymed.

The first quatrain uses four lines that set up the pattern of the pantoum.

The second quatrain uses the second and fourth lines from the first quatrain as its first and third lines; these are the refrains.  The second and fourth lines of the second quatrain are new to the poem.

The third quatrain uses the second and fourth lines of the second quatrain as its refrains in the first and third line positions.  The third quatrain's second and fourth lines are new to the poem.

The fourth quatrain uses the second and fourth lines of the third quatrain as its first and third lines.  The second and fourth lines, again, are new.

And so on, for as many quatrains as you wish.

The pattern only breaks in the final quatrain.

The final quatrain uses the second and fourth lines of the preceding quatrain as its first and third lines, as usual, but for its second and fourth line it reaches back to the first quatrain and uses its first and third lines.  Except they're reversed.  That way the very first line of the poem becomes the very last line, which makes it all rather tidy.

Confused yet?

It's easier when you see some examples; take a look at the pantoums below.

Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 09:48:31 AM
na hala, sige, pakigbayle mo ani niya.

Yataps! Maskulado ra poy makasukol ani niya...

Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 09:44:54 AM
ngeeeh!  bahala ba uroy; maayog kabaw...  bay di wi, tig-bodybuilding baya to si bugsay.

Oi, mao ba? Mao diay wa na moduaw diris TB kay nag-concentrate sa padakog lawas. Hmm, basin diay ingon ani na ang lawas niya ron...

He he, di jud bitaw sala tanan sa nakailad...

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) - Full Movie


A man named Francis relates a story about his best friend Alan and his fiancée Jane. Alan takes him to a fair where they meet Dr. Caligari, who exhibits a somnambulist, Cesare, that can predict the future.

When Alan asks how long he has to live, Cesare says he has until dawn. The prophecy comes to pass, as Alan is murdered, and Cesare is a prime suspect.

Cesare creeps into Jane's bedroom and abducts her, running from the townspeople and finally dying of exhaustion.

Meanwhile, the police discover a dummy in Cesare's cabinet, while Caligari flees.

Francis tracks Caligari to a mental asylum. He is the director! Or is he?

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is in the public domain, and you can download it here for free:
Das Kabinett des Doktor Caligari ( The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari ) : Rudolf Meinert and Erich Pommer : Free Download & Streaming : Internet Archive

Daghan jud diayng masulod sa bulsa kon maohon...

I have not yet begun to procrastinate.

Kamingaw sa nag-inusara... 

Nakaabot pa ba ka sa manual typewriter?



Ernest Hemingway at work

Gunmen Abduct Dozens Of Villagers In Agusan Del Sur Province

AGUSAN DEL SUR, PHILIPPINES - DECEMBER 12: Danilo 'Ondo' Perez, the leader of a tribal gunmen is seen in this photograph taken inside their lair on December 12, 2009 in San Martin, Philippines. Suspected bandits, believed to be former government-armed militiamen, have abducted dozens of villagers, included schoolchildren and teachers, in the Southern Philippines. The group led by Perez are reported to have abducted dozens of villagers, included schoolchildren and teachers, in the Southern Philippines. Of the 75 that Perez's group held hostage last Thursday, 28, including 18 children, were freed. A standoff has developed in the negotiations between Manila negotiators and the group of gunmen as both warned the other of the consequences for failing to comply with their respective demands. In the south, clan war or rido is common among warring clans with hostilities lasting for decades until a peace pact is reached by protagonists, usually through mediation by religious leaders and the payment of blood money. Among major causes of rido are land disputes, particularly those caused by disputed government surveys or ancestral land claims; political rivalries, mostly election-related; crime-related, including murder and proliferation of illegal drugs and competition over resources and businesses.

Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 01:27:28 AM
faet.  disqualified na diay ka, bai hubs?

Hagbay ra. Kapila na kaha ko ka-harvest sa kamanggahan ang ahong gipananom pag-retire naho at the age of 70...

Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 01:26:48 AM
why, is there an 18-year-old cambodian man who married an over-50 foreign woman and was abused in his foreign bride's country by being fed to prostitution rings? 

Wa lang ta masayod...

Flashback to 2009...


PROSPERIDAD, Philippines, Dec. 13 (Xinhua) -- Forty-six relieved-looking hostages -- mostly impoverished villagers -- were fetched by a government convoy from the mountains to the small village of San Martin, Agusan del Sur late Sunday.

They were immediately sent to a local hospital for check-up as some were running a low fever due to the harsh conditions of captivity.

A hostage named Nelson told Xinhua that they had to rough it out in small huts for the cold and rainy nights. No towels, blankets or mats were in sight when rain poured down.

"We were left like this, we had no choice," said Nelson, father to four children ranging from 6 to 9 months.

About 400 soldiers and police officers had earlier surrounded the area but the authorities did not order a military rescue.

Government officials visited the hilly hide-out from time to time to negotiate with the armed men.

Santiago Cane, a vice governor of Agusan del Sur province, said the government secured the hostages' release after signing an agreement with Joebert "Ondo" Perez, the leader of the 19 armed hostage takers.

"The group of Perez surrendered their weapons and ammunition. Ireceived all of them at their lair," Cane told reporters.

Cane said as agreed the government would not file charges against Perez and his cohorts.

They will be turned over to the Archdiocese of Butuan rather than to the police custody.

Perez led the armed group to raid San Martin and a community elementary school on Thursday morning, taking away 75 civilians, including teachers and pupils to protest the police arrest warrants against him.

Twenty-eight hostages, including all the children, were freed in the first two days, through negotiation.

But Perez insisted the government drop murder charges filed by his rival tribe against him in exchange for the freedom of the remaining hostages.

Perez, a former government militiaman, said the charges were unfair and urged the government to investigate the alleged murder cases on the hands of his rivaling Tubay tribe.

Cane said the government agreed to transfer Perez's cases to the tribal council for review and promised to disarm the Tubay tribe.


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Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 11:34:28 PM
naa ba kahay mag-yoga ugma sa buntag atong nag-eb karon sa manila?

He he, yogyoga hinuon tingali...

Kakyut! 

Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 09:00:34 PM
and the greatest yogi of them all:

He he, dia ra siya, ay, while at it... 

Gusto lang mahimong maskulado? Sama ani?

Quote from: windgate on April 03, 2011, 02:06:35 AM
kanang 16 yrs old. but-an na man na.  unjag mang rape, ok ra kay minor pa man.  naloko na!

He he, naa man pud hinuoy bayente na kapin pero wa gihapoy buot...

Quote from: islander on March 31, 2011, 02:06:16 PM
legalese, as usual, is wrapped in language that allows lawyers to nitpick and get around with for loopholes.  unya, paapilon pa gyod ang children sa policy formulation and implementation as stipulated in section 2.a., hahaha!  ambot ba nila uy.  taktak man sad akong buhok ani una ko makasabot, if ever.   

He he, naay gituyo nga loophopes, naa puy wa damha...

Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 09:12:33 PM
kataw-anan sad akong experience dinha sa mactan international airport.  nasaypan kong haponesa kay gawas pa sa akong hitsura nga morag si princess masako (hahaha!) nagsige pa gyod kog iningles.  dihay natumba nga bag sa akong tiil, naka-"aruy" man ko imbis "ouch"...

Aw, alang sa kasagaran sa mga Pinoy wa may kalainan ang Hapon ug Insik...

He he, unya mopalit ra diay og usa ka takos nga ginamos...

Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 12:53:45 AM
duda na hinoon kog puthaw ang ligid ani, o di ba inig andar mabali, ang bike na ang musakay sa bayeng moligid.

Cruel girl! Suya lang tingali kag mga tambokon...

Quote from: TUBAGBOHOL.com on April 03, 2011, 12:42:42 AM
Basin magsige ra ug pabolkit ang ligid aning motora kay sige kahiyos.

Gasalig tingali kay tag-iyag vulcanizing shop ang iyang uyab...

Quote from: islander on April 03, 2011, 12:23:57 AM
aw, kaingon nakog kun ang iyang paa mapareha na sa ligid sa bike...

Pwede pud--basta di lang parehas ang kolor...

Quote from: Mike Ortega Ligalig on April 03, 2011, 07:28:08 AM
hehehe. Malipay pud ang mga embalmer ug matador molingkod ani.

Sakto tuod ni para sa embalmer kay total dili na man kareklamo ang giasikaso...

Quote from: Mike Ortega Ligalig on April 03, 2011, 07:26:55 AM
Murag delikado igamit if ang previous user palaigit.

Kini ra bang recycled paper or tissue, naay splotches and discolorations. Igit jud tuod ang atong mahunahunaan...

Quote from: hofelina on April 02, 2011, 11:31:17 PM
this product is available but the advertisement is false. The German translates it gruesomely.
Hygiene-Papiere aus Altpapier

He he, misleading bitaw ang translation. Toilet tissue made from recycled paper maoy klaro. Lison kon ang used toilet tissue maoy gi-recycle...

Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 11:30:40 PM
doing the yoga at the peak of a hangover:

Agoy! Di epektibo ning yoga niya, maayo pay ogay na lang...

Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 11:20:12 PM
gimingaw na bitaw ta ni bugsay imong igzu sa?

Naa na jud lagi to roy gikalingawan. Permi man ganig moduaw ang naay kakadol...

I can't say whether or not love is really selfish, but I'm sure it can be as bad as some propositions...

He he, mao ni ang link: http://tubagbohol.mikeligalig.com/bisaya/ngano-man-diayg-violet-ang-barikus-sa-bagtak-ni-violeta-(warning-rated-r)/msg150277/#msg150277 sa balak ni TB member "yakiyeye" pero ako lang jung gi-reprint diri for your convenience:


NGANO MAN DIAYG VIOLET ANG BARIKUS SA BAGTAK NI VIOLETA?


Ma-discourage ba diay ko niana?
Mominus ba diay ang akong kadisidido
sa pagkat-on og violin ginamit
ang imong bukton ug akong dila?
Mokagar na lang ba diay og kalit
ang gana nako sa paghalok kanimo
og pinakatay â€" gikan sa imong tingkoy
hangtod sa tumoy sa imong kuyamoy?
Isnabon na lang ba diay nako
ang mga balbon sa imong tangkugo
nga buot ko untang lumluman
sa akong mga ngabil ug tudlo?
Haaaay, my dear purple Violeta,
di ka angay makonsimisyon niana.
Kay dili ko ingon ana kamabaw
motimbang-timbang og pagbati.
Kung moingon sila nga love is blind,
ang akong gugma nimo is colorblind.
Ug way bisan kinsa ang makaugkat
sa hingpit kong pagbati kundi
buk-on usa ang gusok nga miputos
ning gahubag kong kasingkasing.
It won’t be easy, tungod blade ra
mismo ang itugot nakong huramenta.
Sa imo bang pagtuo, Violeta,
ingon ana lang ba kasayon papason
ang tulo ka semana, upat ka oras,
ug trese segundo natong paghigugmaay?
Hunahuna nga ang imong nawong
baya ang kanunayng mo-register
sa samin kung moatubang ko niini.
Way tiaw. Mor pa. Mamatay pa
ang tanan nakong binatnang anay.
Sa pagkatinuod, kung mauwaw ka
nga violet ang imong barikus,
mas ako ang angay mauwaw nimo.
Violeta, kung kahibaw ka pa lang...
violet ra ba ning akong ulok.



Bwahaha!

Smart bird?

Quote from: chicogon on April 02, 2011, 11:31:36 PM
Wa ko mag expect mao ni sila mamugos nako tsk tsk tsk. Abi nako sila Jet Li ra ug Jackie Chan hehehe. Kasugtunon na ko hapit. Mabuhay ang Tsina!!! 

Bag-ong theme song napod ni, "O tsay na, u see... luv LiGong, Zili lyk " (Star Spangled Banner) 

He he, kon maohon ayaw na lat-angi pagbasa ang pertinent lectures...

Quote from: chicogon on April 02, 2011, 11:27:02 PM
I wish I could claim otherwise.... I guess we've aged together hahahaha 

He he, kanay sweet...

Bwahaha!

Quote from: taga tigbao on April 02, 2011, 02:48:57 PM
Hunungon na pud unta sa Pilipinas ang pagdeport sa mga Chinese drug manufacturer dinhi nga madakpan.

He he, atong himoong chorizo?

Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 11:40:31 PM
sounds like a pseudonym of a bar girl, which in today's euphemism in the philippine setting is called a g.r.o.

He he, nakabasa man gud kong balak diris TB bahin ani nga kolor, taym sa kay akong pangitaon...

Quote from: windgate on April 03, 2011, 02:40:28 AM
binali na karon o.r.g. na!!!

Hmm. Org---? Unsa man pud ni? 

Quote from: cujo on April 02, 2011, 01:51:02 AM
It's white.She has red and blue,add white it would be.....PATRIOTIC.Wishful thinking guys!

Hmm. White for purity, too... Not bad...

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 03, 2011, 06:13:14 AM
Beijing on Tuesday dismissed calls by a United Nations human rights agency to free prominent rights lawyer Gao Zhisheng, saying the body should respect China's judicial sovereignty.

Nakaingon tingali ang China, "Pikat ninyo! Unsa mi, not ascending to superpowerdom?"

Chinese human rights lawyer Gao Zhisheng has been beaten, blinded, and had his family's safety threatened after being arrested numerous times since 2006. All because he refuses to stop fighting for freedom and human rights in China.

Freedom of speech is a fundamental right, and Gao Zhisheng and others like him have risked everything to fight for it.

In 2010, Gao Zhisheng's was briefly released after huge international outcry about the injustice of his arrest. Only two weeks later, though, he was taken once again. Now, Gao's wife does not even know if he is still alive. She, his children, and everyone who looked to him as a voice of freedom and justice deserve to know the truth.

Outrage from the international community made a difference for Gao before; now we must do it again. Tell the Chinese government Gao Zhisheng deserves freedom and justice.

Petition at: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/544/758/082/?z00m=19956542

Gao Zhisheng (Chinese: 高智晟, b. 1966) is a Chinese human rights attorney and dissident known for defending activists and religious minorities and documenting alleged human rights abuses in China. Because of his work, Zhisheng has been disbarred and detained by the Chinese government several times and released. His commitment to defending his clients is influenced by his Christian beliefs and their tenets on morality and compassion.

Zhisheng's memoir, A China More Just (2007), documents his "fight as a rights lawyer in the world's largest communist state." In the book, he accuses the ruling Communist Party of China of state-sponsored torture and reports having been tortured by the Chinese secret police. He disappeared in April 2010 and has not been seen or heard from since. -Wiki

30 March 2011



Geng He, the wife of Chinese dissident Gao Zhisheng participates in a press conference


BEIJING â€" Beijing on Tuesday dismissed calls by a United Nations human rights agency to free prominent rights lawyer Gao Zhisheng, saying the body should respect China's judicial sovereignty.

The UN Working Group on Arbitrary Detention demanded China release Gao, alleging his incarceration breached numerous UN conventions and China's own law, according to a statement released by advocacy group Freedom Now.

"The Working Group requests the Government (of China) to proceed to an immediate release of Mr Zhisheng Gao and provide for reparation of the harm caused as a result of his situation," the statement said.

Written in the form of a judicial opinion, the statement, which Freedom Now said was given to them on Monday also called on the China "to bring the practice in the matter of arrests, detention and trials in conformity with international law."

But China's foreign ministry spokeswoman Jiang Yu on Tuesday maintained she was unaware of the "specifics" of the case.

"We attach importance to cooperation with the UN human rights' monitoring mechanism and urge the mechanism to respect China's judicial sovereignty," Jiang told reporters. "China is a country under the rule of law."

Gao, who the Working Group called a "a brilliant lawyer known for the defence of human rights", was arrested in February 2009 and has been held incommunicado by the authorities.

Geo briefly reappeared in March last year when he was apparently released by police, speaking with a few friends and colleagues, many of whom reported that he continued to be tailed by authorities and was in ill-health.

Soon afterwards, he disappeared again and has not been heard from since.

The UN statement said police and judicial authorities have refused to issue an arrest warrant, name the charges against Gao, publicly acknowledge he is in custody or tell his family why he has been detained.

It also noted Gao was subject to torture and numerous beatings while in police custody before February 2009.

The statement added that the Chinese government had refused to provide the UN body with information on Gao's case.

The UN Working Group on Arbitrary Detention, made up of human rights experts, investigate cases of arbitrary arrest and detention around the world.


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Quote from: Lollapalooza on April 02, 2011, 07:17:49 PM
kani gyud... my kind of man... (i wish he knew i exist  )

Oi, si Bay BolBuhol man ni, Ms. Lolla...

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently. --Friedrich Nietzsche

He he, mao ni nindot nga lingkoranan og surgeon...

He he, tinuod ba kaha ni nga product?

Hmm. Nirvana...

THE MONKEY AND THE LOOKING-GLASS


A MONKEY in a wood somehow got a looking-glass, and went about showing it to the animals around him. The bear [7] looked into it and said he was very sorry he had such an ugly face. The wolf said he would fain have the face of a stag, with its beautiful horns. So every beast felt sad that it had not the face of some other in the wood.

The monkey then took it to an owl that had witnessed the whole scene. "No," said the owl, "I would not look into it, for I am sure, in this case as in many others, knowledge is but a source of pain."

"You are quite right," said the beasts, and broke the glass to pieces, exclaiming, "Ignorance is bliss!"

Naapil na man lang jud ang non-canines, iapil na lang pud nato ning ahong favorite...

Quote from: islander on April 02, 2011, 08:56:29 PM

He he, kakyut. Kahinumdom man lang pud tas atong mga sagabay nga wa nay patim-aw-patim-aw...

Quote from: hubag bohol on April 02, 2011, 06:49:04 PM
The Omaha, a tribe of American Indians, slit the soles of the feet of those killed by lightning; the Basuto and Bechuana slit the sinews and spinal cord of their dead; the Herbert River aborigines of Australia beat the body enough to break its bones and fill incisions made in the body with stones.

Maschalismos is the practice of physically rendering the dead incapable of rising or haunting the living in undead form. It comes from the Ancient Greek word and was also the term for procedural rules on such matters in later Greek customary law.

Such acts considered maschalismos were not limited to folkloric physical risings but also meant to escape the ill will of those wrongfully slain by a murderer after death. One common method was the cutting off of the feet, hands, ears, nose, et cetera, tying them under the armpits of the corpse all strung together. The piercing of the infant Oedipus' feet at the time he was abandoned may be considered a kind of maschalismos on the still-living.

In Aeschylus' tragedy Choephori and Sophocles' tragedy Electra, Clytemnestra performs maschalismos on the body of Agamemnon after his murder, to prevent his taking vengeance on her.

The term maschalismos has widened to include the customs throughout the different cultures of the world in ritually mutilating their dead to prevent their wrath from affecting the living. In the Moluccas, a woman who has died in childbirth is buried with pins stuck through the joints, and an egg under the chin and or armpits; believing that the dead fly like birds and the presence of eggs will bring out maternal instincts which make the ghost not leave the eggs and thus stay with its former body.

In Europe, it was sometimes common that suicides were buried with a stake driven through the heart, the body buried upside down, or the head cut off and placed between the legs; still practiced in many parts of Britain as well as the continent is tying together the feet or large toes of the dead. The Omaha, a tribe of American Indians, slit the soles of the feet of those killed by lightning; the Basuto and Bechuana slit the sinews and spinal cord of their dead; the Herbert River aborigines of Australia beat the body enough to break its bones and fill incisions made in the body with stones. Further forms of maschalismos are equally common among peoples the world over. --Wiki

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by Sylvia Plath



http://alejka.deviantart.com/art/I-am-vertical-74518256


But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

by P. V. Ramaswami Raju


THE FROG AND THE SNAKE


A SNAKE and a frog were friends in a pond. The snake taught the frog to hiss, and the frog taught the snake to croak. The snake would hide in the reeds and croak. The frogs would say, "Why, there is one of us," and come near. The snake would then dart at them, and eat all he could seize. The frog would hide in the reeds and hiss. His kin would say, "Why, there is the snake," and keep off.

After some time, the frogs found out the trick of the snake, and took care not to come near him. Thus the snake got no frogs to eat for a long time; so he seized his friend to gobble him up.

The frog then said, though too late, "By becoming your friend, I lost the company of my kindred, and am now losing my life. One's neck to fate one has to bend, when one would make so bad a friend!"


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Nagtilagak ang laway ni Malta nga nagsud-ong sa usa ka sundalo nga gipaningot og hinigop sa utang kamunggay nga sinubakan og bansikol. Dinhay mga higayon nga mahimong limot-limotan ang kagutom, apan karon nga nagtutok si Malta sa kabuhong nga gisaloan sa mga sundalo, misamot kangilo ang kahaw-ang nga kanunay niyang gibati. Kagabii, ang gipanihapon nila linung-ag nga kamoteng kahoy, ug ang salin maoy gitimo nila kaganina didto sa balay. Moduol na sa tuig nga ang magtiayong Malta-Imok talagsa na lamang makakaon sa kalan-on gikan sa bugas-mais. Naandan na nila ang mga sinagol-sagol nga utanâ€"kamunggay, tinagod-tagod nga nangka ug puso sa saging, galay sa kamoteng bagon, kinilaw nga kapayasâ€"nga ilang sulaan sa linugit nga lubi. Mga pagkaon nga maoy igalawog nila kaniadto sa ilang mga baboy. Ang kahimtang ni Malta-Imok wala maglayo sa kahimtang sa ilang mga silingan ug kadaghanan sa taga Lipata. Apan bisan pa niini, makakita gihapon sila og pagkaon alang sa mga tawo nga manalipod ug magpakamatay alang sa katunhayan sa yutang natawhan.

Nag-ulhos pagpangundang ang mga nangaon. Ug nagbanos-banos usab sila pagsawod sa kabo gikan sa tubig sulod sa sag-ob nga gisandig sa bakhaw nga nagbabag sa payag. Usa kanila, kansang panug-ab gitubag sa mga panug-ab sa uban, miingon: “Nangaon pa mo diri…” ug mikidhat ngadto sa mga boluntaryo.

“Isaliyab ba lang ninyo ang salin?” nangutana si Malta nga nagpanlad-ok.

“Ihatag sa iro!” matod sa mugtok-og-nawong nga sundalo.

“Ambi, akong dad-on kay akong ipakaon sa among mga iro,” mihangyo si Malta.

“Hala hiposa,” miagda ang sarhento.

Nagharab-harab ang dughan ni Malta nga nanghipos sa salin. Sa iyang baba, gitangag niya ang hunsoy diin sa sungsongan mga agiw lamay makita.


(KATAPOSAN)

“Isiri!” misikmat kadtong sundalo nga naghinis sa pusil. “Abi wala na man siya makatilaw og linat-oban, abi kanunay nang puno ang iyang tungol dinhi, tahom na kuno kaayo kining dapita nga bisan unsaon pagtan-aw naputos man kining Lipata sa mahait nga mga panas ug mga magay nga makatunok.”

Nabalda ang ilang panagtabi sa pag-abot sa tulo ka boluntaryo nga nagbaguod pagbitbit sa mga bukag. Mao usay pagkahuman sa nagtupihanay; ang liog ug abaga sa gitupihan gipaspasan sa linaksing bunot sa nagtupi. Gihabwa sa sundalo nga nanugon og tinustos ang mga pagkaon gikan sa bukag. Wala madugay, namuk-ong sila alirong sa gilaray nga mga pagkaon.

Si Malta, nga sa pagsugod og pangaon sa mga sundalo, mitindog ug misandig sa punoan sa lubi, nakasud-ong pag-ayo sa nagkalainlaing matang sa pagkaon. Dinhay kan-ong sungohon, dinhay timgas kaayong pagkabugas, dinhay binuyokan og mayok. May tapol, may masyaw, may puti. Ang sud-an nagkalidades usab. Dinhay utan nga pulos kamunggay ug walay subak, dinhay inun-onang kasag ug tamala, dinhay duha ka gulot nga gisadong manok, dinhay kinhason saang ug aninikad, dinhay itlog nga tinortilyas ug linapwaan, dinhay inadlip ug ginisal nga mga talong ug paliya, dinhay utan nga sinubakan og tinap-anang bansikol, dinhay tinuwa nga danggit ug kitong.

“Ikaw, Berto,” matod sa sundalo nga manunupi, “nanabi ka mang dato sa inyo sa Argaw, wala ka pa makatilaw og pagkaon nga ingon niini kadaghan og klase.”

“Ayaw dihag saba, Brad,” nagkanguhal kadtong ginganlag Berto tungod sa kadako sa iyang nahungit.

Ulahing mitambong ang sarhento. Wala siya motipon sa iyang mga sakop. Ang kan-ong humay dinha ipahimutang sa iyang gihigdaan kaganina, ug usa ka sundalo maoy tighatag kaniya sa mga sud-an. Samtang ang mga ultimo nagkinamot, ang ilang dako-dako naggamit og kutsara. Maglain gayod ang pangulo, sa hunahuna ni Malta.

“Mangaon ta ninyo,” mikilo ang sarhento sa tulo ka boluntaryo ug milingi ngadto kang Malta. “Kaon diri, Nang.”

“Salamat, human na mi,” nagdungan ang tulo ka manghahatod ug mao usab unta ang ibungat ni Malta, apan wala makapadayon.

Mibati si Malta og pangimog sa iyang kaunoran.

“Nang,” misangpit ang usa ka sundalo nga namilot sa iyang purol nga maong.

Milingi si Malta. “Ngano, Dong?”

“Kinsay ngalan nianang bayhana nga seksirika ganing manlihok-lihok ug matinagdanon gani kaayo?”

“Hain god nga bayhana?” midiyong si Malta.

“Kana ganing linginon og nawong ug lamurok kaayog mga aping ug ang ila ganing balay nga tabla ug wala pa gayod mahuman gitikyopan hapit sa mabagang dahon sa lagtang?”

“Si Naring… anak ni Kilino-Ibay. Kay ngano man, Dong?”

“Kay ngano man tuod, Teban?” misagbat ang usa ka sundalo nga nagkalingaw pagyupyop sa sigarilyong lumboy. “Naibog ka?”

“Naibog mo lang! May trato na ba siya, Nang?”

“Wala pa nang katilaw og trato-trato, Dong. Bisan tuod sabton usahay nga mahagiton ang iyang panglihok-lihok, wala pa gayoy gisugot kanang bayhana. Pangutana lang sa taga dinhi kon namakak ba ako.”

“Paskag masuod ko lang kanang babayhana, balo lang kahag di baâ€"”

“Masulod sa bunoan?” mitimang ang sarhento.

“Matay, Sir. Tingali mahabilin ko ning dapita. Nahadiin-diin na lang ko, wala pa koy nakitang dapit nga labaw katahom ning Lipata.”

Mibanos ang taudtaod nga kahilom. Si Malta, human niya butangi og diyotayng baga gikan sa kapawan ang iyang hunsoy, mibalik pagpuk-ong. Nahinulong ang iyang mga mata didto sa mga sundalo sulod sa payag. Ang sundalo nga nanugon kaniya og tinustos didto sa pikas nga buka sa payag, nalingawng nakigdama sa usa ka kauban nga nagmugtok lang ang dagway. Buot unta kadto duolon ni Malta aron ikayuhot pagtunol ang tinustos apan nahinumdom siya nga gision ug nanimahong angso ang iyang saya nga sinansan. Dili ra ba kalikayan nga mahilabay siya sa kilid sa sarhento nga naghigda sa tulo ka bu’s-kawayan nga ginakot. Kini ra bang sarhentoha Katsilaon, siga og mga mata. Dihay diyotayng basahon nga iyang gibasa. Nahinumdom si Malta nga sa unang pag-abot ning sarhentoha sa Lipata, nagsugo dayon og boluntaryo pagpangita og bugas nga humay kay dili kuno siya mokaon og mais, kay delikado kuno ang iyang tiyan, gahi kunong kahilisan. Maayo gani may usa ka lumulupyo sa Lipata nga saop sa asyenda ni Osmeña ug may dakong buhat sa pilapilan sa Bas ug nakatipig og sinakong mga tipasi. Mipasalig kining saop sa asyenda nga siya ang moangkon sa pagpadalag tagutlo ka gantang nga humay matag semana ngadto sa bantayanan basta dili na lamang siya hasolon pa sa ubang mga kinahanglan labot sa mga sundalo. Nalipay ug nagpasalamat ang taga Lipata kaniya nga nakasalbar sa dakong kinahanglan sa sarhento.

Nahikugang si Malta sa kalit nga paka sa pusil. Sa iyang paglingi, ang sundalo diay nga naghinis kaganina sa iyang pusil nagapunting niini ngadto sa lawod. Gikablit niya pag-usab ang gato ug mibanos ang laing buto. Gilantaw ni Malta ang dapit sa lawod nga gipuntingan sa pusil ug iyang nakita ang usa ka belos nga didto sa halayo.

Buot unta si Malta nga motutol, apan nahadlok siya.

“Kanang gilay-ona sa belos dili na kaha maabot sa bala?” gimatngonan ni Malta ang iyang mga pulong.

“Abot pa kaayo!” misinghag ang nagpabuto.

“Apan dili na gayod maigo ang nagsakay sa belos,” nanghinaot si Malta nga pasaligon siya sa sundalo nga walay kuydawo.

“Kon maigo, pasensiya!”

Sayag ang pamayhon ni Malta nga naglakaw paingon sa pangpang. Nagabitbit siya og bukag nga gisudlan sa duha ka gagmayng kulon nga gipatong. Ang nahailawom mao ang usa ka anglit nga maoy giut-otan sa iyang sinibo nga usa ka paya; ang nahaibabaw usa ka gamayng dabahan sinudlan sa sabaw sa utan. Duha ka buok itlog nga linapwaan gibutang sa lusa nga maoy gitaklob sa dabahan. Sa pikas niyang kamot, gikumkom ang usa ka tinustos nga tabako salin sa binayloan niyag usa ka gantang asin. Sa miaging gabii, usa sa upat ka sundalo ang nahisaka sa ka Malta-Imok aron makabugok og tuba, mihangyo kang Malta nga sa iyang turno sa pagpadalag pagkaon, dili unta malimtan ang usa ka tinustos nga udlot. Si Malta wala malimot sa hangyo sa sundalo, ug bisan pagakuhaon sa mga boluntaryo ang tanang pagkaon alang sa mga sundalo matag adlaw, si Malta gayod ang nangunay sa paghatod sa iyang pahat ning buntaga aron iyang ikatunol sa linawas ang tinustos.

Maoy unang nakita ni Malta ang tulo ka sundalo dinha sa gawas sa payag nga bantayanan. Ang usa nga hubo hangtod sa hawak, nagpurol og kanyamaso ug may pagkalabo ang nawong, gitupihan sa iyang kauban nga nagsanina og pinukpok. Ang ikatulo, nga may dakong uwat sa agigising ug nagasandig sa punoan sa lubi, nagahinis sa iyang pusil.
Gihinay pagbutang ni Malta ang iyang dala ug mipakong.

“Nganong ikaw man gayoy nangunay paghatod niana, Nang?” sukot sa naghinis sa pusil.

“Gayod lang,” mitubag si Malta nga naghiko-hiko. “Kining dugay man ugod ang tigkuha; mao nga ako na lamay mianhi.”

“Kinsa bang mga boluntaryoha ang tigkuha karon?” nangutana ang laing sundalo didto sa sulod sa payag nga nangibot sa iyang bungot.

“Bawo kaha. Si Imok nga akong uban kada man Sabado,” mihatag og katin-awan si Malta.

Nanaog si Malta. Mikarag siya paglakaw padulong sa balay ni Teroy-Sepa. Maoy hitangkaan niya si Sepa nga nanilhig sa balisbisan. Iyang giduol ug gitimbaya. Mipungko si Malta sa tugkaran ug si Sepa mihunong pagpanilhig. Wala dayon makabungat si Malta sa iyang tuyo kay mao may nagpasulabig tabi si Sepa. Sa diha nga nakahigayon na si Malta, si Sepa wala dayon makatingog. Nakalitan?

“Apan, Malta,” matod ni Sepa nga gilisdan pagpamalibad. “Tinuod nga duna kamiy bugas nga sinagolan ganig mayok, apan igo ra namong hikayon sa pamahaw. Maayo unta kadtog may saging pa nga ikatimo kay galingon lang unta namo ang diyotay namong tibuok.”

“Siyaro. Kaluy-i lang ko, Sepa. Usa lang ka paya igo sa usa ka sundawo. Human unta ako makaluto, idagan ko kadtong duha namo ka manok sa ka Peli ug akong pabayloan og mais. Makailis lagi ko nimo; karong hapon segurong ikahatod ko dinhi ang akong gisibo.”

“Kinsa bay nag-ingon nga dili ka makailis, Malta? Ang ako lang nahunahunaan kini si Teroy nga sukad lang mamuwaw pagbantay kada Martes sa gabii kauban sa mga sundawo, gientrahan man hinuon sa kabuhi. Ug kanunay pa kunong magbutod ang iyang tiyan. Gusto ko nga bisan magmantenel ako ug ang mga bata sa saging, apan kinahanglan si Teroy makakaon gayod og luto nga bugas aron dili modako ang iyang gibati. Kon dili pa lang unta ang mga sundawo magpauban sa mga boluntaryo magabii, dili unta maunsa si Teroy. Matod niya, karon pa kuno siya makailag unsay kabuhi.”

“Dili man tingali mahimo, Sepa, nga dili ubanan ang mga sundawo magabii. Kinsa man lang unyay mobantay kon mangatulog ang mga sundawo? Dili sab mahimo nga dili pakatulgon ang mga sundawo kay magmalapoy unya ang ilang mga lawas ug dili na hinuon makasugakod sa kombate simbako duna na usay Hapones nga modunggo sa ato.”

“Kapait baya ning atong pagkabutang, Malta. Usa lang ka paya, ha, Malta?”

“Oo, lagi. Usa lang ka paya.”

Ang tingkagol sa kabo nga bagol nga nahipangka sa rehas-rehas sa banggira nakapalingi kang Malta. Nakita niya si Imok nga nagbugwak sa tubig nga iyang gilimugmog. Hubo, gawas sa purol nga sako, si Imok wala manumbaling sa mabugnawng inalisngaw sa yamog.

“Hain man diay sila si Tura ug Talino, Malta?” sukot ni Imok nga mibulag sa banggira ug mipadulong sa iyang asawa.

“Akong gipasayo sa dagat basin na lang dunay madala nga ikabaylog mais o lagutmon.” Gitangtang niya ang hunsoy gikan sa iyang mga ngabil ug gitunol ngadto sa iyang bana.

“Gitugway na ba kaha ang baka?”

“Ikaw na lay tugway, Imok. Gipadali ko kadto sila. Ug… uy, Imok, unsa man karoy atong hikayon alang sa mga sundawo? Ato ra bang turno karong tingpamahaw…”

“Ikaw god; mag-asal ka ba?”

“Pagtarong gani. Dili ka ba maulaw nga kita ra ang dili makapadalag pagkaon sa mga sundawo?”

“Nganong maulaw? Wala man gani kitay ikapamahaw karon!”

“Apan katungdanan nato ang pagtabang kanila.”

Nangutkot sa ulo si Imok. Dihay buot niya ibungat apan wala niya padayona. Ning panahona, dili maayo nga magpatakag sulti. Kon maligas ka pinaagi sa pagsulti sa mapait nga matuod, dili lamang hibaloan nga mahatig-ik ka.

“Mobaylo ba hinuon ako, Mok, bisan usa lang ka paya nga bugas?”

“Ikaw lay mag-igo, Malta.”

Sugilanon ni Marcel M. Navarra





NAHALING na ang kalayo nga iyang gigipong apan inay tak-angan ang sug-ang sa kulon, si Malta, nga nagtinambid paglingkod sa lusaranan atbang sa abohan, nagpadayon pagtungok. Nagaum-om sa hunsoy nga walay sungsong gawas sa agiw nga gihasok sa ilalom, iyang gitutokan ang siga nga nagdilaab ug nagpanilap. Apan wala niya kini makita; ang iyang nakita mao ang kabughaw, ang kahaw-ang, ang kabalaka.

Dili alang sa iyang kaugalingon, ni sa iyang bana ug duha ka anak ang iyang nabalak-an. Makaantos pa sila nga unya na sa udto kasudlan og diyotay ang ilang tiyan. Sa tinuoray, naanad na sila nga makaduha da (usahay makausa lamang) makakaon sa usa ka adlaw. Dili man usab kay sila ra ang nagping-it. Sa panahon sa gubat, magkalahugay lamang ang kalisod nga sagubangon sa tawo.

Ang pito ka sundalo nga nagbantay sa pangpang mao ang nahunahunaan ni Malta. Nahinumdom siya nga sa dayon na niyang gipong sa kalayo, iya man diay, ug sa unom ka silingan, nga turno sa pag-amot og pamahaw sa mga sundalo. Sukad ugod may nahidunggo nga usa ka lansang Hapones sa Lipata (sumala sa mga sulti-sulti nga iyang nahipos, napugos kuno ang mga Bakang sa pagdangop sa batoong hunasan sa Lipata aron paglikay sa mga ayroplanong Amerikanhon nga nagabahis na sa kalangitan sa Sugbo), ang mga tulutinamod nga lumulupyo sa balangay mihangyo sa dako-dako sa gerilya sa Kabkab nga butangan untag mga sundalo ang pangpang sa Lipata aron, kon adunay modunggo pag-usab nga mga kaaway, kini mahurot pagkatumba gumikan sa bantaaw nga pagkabutang sa mga sundalo. Ang opisyal sa gerilya (ginganlan man kuno kadtog Tenyente Minggoy) miuyon, apan ubos sa kondisyon nga ang taga Lipata maoy mopakaon sa mga sundalo.

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Central panel (220 x 195 cm.) of The Garden of Earthly Delights
(c. 1504) by Hieronymus Bosch, oil on panel, Museo del Prado, Madrid

By Fr. Michael Himes, Professor of Theology, Boston College
http://www.bc.edu/alumni/association/spirituality/reflections.html





Sometimes one sacramental image catches the imagination, and at other times another.  In the early centuries of the church’s life, some Christians, especially in the western part of the Mediterranean world, called the initiation celebration which introduced them into the church “baptism,” from a Greek root that originally meant “to wash something clean by plunging it into water.”  Water, with its rich biblical background as both life-giving and death-dealing, caught their imagination.  They experienced their entry into communal life with the risen Lord and with one another as being washed clean.  Other Christians at the eastern end of the Mediterranean were struck by a different but complementary image in the celebration and so called the initiation ceremony by another name: “phōtismos,” “enlightenment.”

I suspect that many of us live in a world that has been so reshaped by technology that our imaginations are not readily sparked by things and experiences that captivated our ancestors.  Take light and darkness.  We may still find a sunset beautiful, the twilight vaguely melancholy, the night sometimes frightening, and the dawn hopeful.  But people who can flick a light-switch or turn on a lamp do not have the same dramatic experience of the comfort and security of light and the fear and helplessness of darkness as their ancestors who dreaded the sun’s disappearance and anxiously waited through the night for its return.  In the Gospel passage read at Mass on the fourth Sunday of Lent, we hear Jesus remark that “night is coming when no one can work.”  There was a time when such a comment was both obviously true and more than a little frightening.  Most of the activities of life â€" work, play, travel, study â€" stopped when the sun went down.  The electric light separates us from a world where light and darkness were powerful experiences through which people passed every twenty-four hours.

We may get a little taste of what earlier generations felt if we attend the Easter vigil.  The community assembles in silence â€" no opening hymn, no ritual greeting.  The church is in total darkness (or as near total as we can get and not end up with too many parishioners nursing bruised shins and crushed toes on Easter morning).  Sitting in the dark and the silence, even when (or perhaps especially when) surrounded by a great many other people, can be an odd and uncomfortable experience.  And then somewhere in the darkness a flame is kindled, from which a candle is lit and carried into the church and a voice proclaims this the light of Christ, to which we reply, “Thanks be to God!”   As more candles are lit from that paschal candle and the flames spread out through the church, the darkness begins to be dispelled and we anticipate the triumph of the light.

In the Gospel passage for this Sunday, Jesus does not simply describe himself as the bringer of light or the giver of enlightenment.  He says that he is the light of the world.  Then, in illustration of his claim, he gives sight to the man who had been born blind.  So much of the reading is taken up with the Pharisees’ questioning the man who was given sight and debating among themselves how to deal with the itinerant wonder-worker who does not fit comfortably in any of their categories that we can easily miss the fact that the whole story of blindness becoming vision, of darkness giving way to light, is an exploration of what it means to say that Jesus is the light.  For the ancient world, light was not what one sees but rather the medium that allows one to see anything.  To say that Jesus is the light is to affirm that we see everything illuminated by him.  Because of Jesus we can see what is there to be seen and see it as it is.  We can evaluate and measure things correctly because we can see them as they truly are.  Jesus’ critics cannot see who he is; they don’t know what to make of him.  Others â€" the cured man’s parents, for example â€" are too frightened to say what they see.  But the man who has been given light sees what is so brilliantly clear to him and so opaque to the Pharisees â€" “One thing I know: I was blind and now I see.”

At this point in Lent, the church’s communal retreat before we are called to renew our baptismal vows, we have been told of the need to reject evil, been reminded that we need to see sacramentally, and had that sacramental vision directed to one of the central elements of our baptism, water.  Today we turn from the water in the font to the paschal candle.  To each of us at our baptism (or, in the case of many of us, to our parents and Godparents) was given a candle lit from the Easter candle as a concrete image of the communication to us of the light that is Christ.  Because the light has risen for us, because we have been enlightened, we can see things as they are; we can see what is there to be seen.  In the first reading at Mass, from 1 Samuel, we are cautioned that God does not see as human beings see.  Bit by bit, we who were born blind to the truth of ourselves and the world are being cured, being enlightened, being given the power of sight so that, with clear sacramental vision, we can see ourselves and the universe as they really are, as God sees them.  And on Holy Saturday night at the Easter vigil during which we will be called to renew our baptismal commitment the first reading we hear after the darkness begins to yield to the light that will eventually become the dawn of Easter is taken from the first chapter of Genesis. It tells us how God sees all creation: God looked at all that he had made, and God saw that it was good.