Tinig.com » Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com Ang Tinig ng Bagong Salinlahi Sun, 29 May 2011 19:27:39 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 Body Count http://www.tinig.com/2010/01/04/body-count/ http://www.tinig.com/2010/01/04/body-count/#comments Mon, 04 Jan 2010 06:44:08 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/?p=2620 Lolito Go]]> Unang nahukay ang mga yuping sasakyan
Saka(y) ang mga katawang may yuping mga mukha
Limampu’t pitong bangkay ang opisyal na bilang.
Sapat na dahilan upang magluksa ang bayan.

Sunod nilang nahukay ang mga armas,
Matataas na kalibre ng mga sandatang pang-aklas
Dalawang batalyong rebelde ang opisyal na bilang.
Sapat na upang ilunsad ang batas-militar

Huling nahukay ang kahun-kahong mga balota
At iba pang parapernalyang panghalalan.
Binilanggo’t inilibing na mga bilang. Hindi mabilang
Ang dahilan kung bakit ako nahihibang.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2010/01/04/body-count/feed/ 0 Parada ng mga Bayag (Tugon sa mga Panawagan Nila) http://www.tinig.com/2010/01/04/parada-ng-mga-bayag-tugon-sa-mga-panawagan-nila/ http://www.tinig.com/2010/01/04/parada-ng-mga-bayag-tugon-sa-mga-panawagan-nila/#comments Mon, 04 Jan 2010 06:41:54 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/?p=2637 Lolito Go]]> Ang gusto ko talaga noon ay maging journalist.
Laging nasa eksena, naghahatid ng balita,
Nakabuntot sa pulitiko, sa artista, sa terorista.

Exciting siguro ang makidnap ng Abu Sayaf
O ang mahostage ng isang nag-aamok na
senglot, pagkatapos, pakakawalan din ako

Kapalit ng hiling nyang ticket papuntang Leyte.
Mapanganib pero langit, if you lived to tell
About it. Sa harap ng kalamidad ng tao’t kalikasan,

Sa gitna ng putukan, sa piling ng mga aswang.
Habang tumitipa ako ngayon sa malulutong
Na mga tiklado ng keyboard, may nalulutong

Balita sa kung saan, may umuusok na bulkan.
At kung minamalas, may umuusok na ring
Mga bungo ng sibilyan, o ng mga taga media

Na naulanan ng tingga. Mapanganib pero langit,
if you died serving the sizzling plate of truth
sa hapag-huntahan ng nagugutom na republic.

Pero aaminin ko lately, nadisillusion ako.
Death wears many faces ika nga, pero
Meron din talagang hindi na mahitsurahan,

At takot akong isuot ang mukhang iyon
One bright afternoon in my adventure.
Nakakawala ng bayag pagmasdan silang

Literal na nawalan ng bayag, minachine gun.
Media man. Tagapamagitan. Kaya siguro
Sa gitna nila pinuruhan. May mensahe

Ang pamahalaan: tangina mo sige gumitna
Kang hindot ka. Babala sa mga mahihilig
Umeksena. Mas malagim kaysa pantasya.

Aaminin ko, nahihirapan na akong tumula.
Isang buwan na akong tulala. Isang buwan nang
Nakabitin ang mga parikala sa aking hininga.

Nasaan daw ang mga makata? Bakit kami
Piping saksi? Bakit kami nagpapahuli sa parada
Ng mga protesta? Hindi ko tatangkaing sumagot

Dito. Hindi ko tatangkaing sumagot dito. Hindi ko
tatangkaing sumagot dito. Hindi ako sigurado.
Bumubusina ako ngayon sa ibabaw ng puntod

Ng aking lungkot at poot. Pasahero ako ngayon
sa isang convoy ng mga mensaherong walang takot
na sumusugod, heavily armored ng mga taludtod.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2010/01/04/parada-ng-mga-bayag-tugon-sa-mga-panawagan-nila/feed/ 1 Prinsesa ng Mga Tala http://www.tinig.com/2008/08/08/prinsesa-ng-mga-tala/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/08/08/prinsesa-ng-mga-tala/#comments Fri, 08 Aug 2008 08:08:51 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/?p=751 Lolito Go]]> Higit pitong daang halik
ang hindi na makababalik.

Kupkop ng sinapupunan ng dagat,
sumanib na marahil sa tubig-alat

ang mga luha. Anong panglaw
yaong pagtangis na walang nakarinig

maliban sa mga alon na noo’y
mas masidhi ang pagdaluyong.

Makailang ulit ding kumidlat,
tila kislap mula sa kamera ng langit

na humuli sa mga larawang mapapait:
Ang mga atubili: mananatili o sasapi

sa gabundok na mga alon? Dagling nilulon
ng tubig ang ilang nagpasyang tumalon.

At ang mga nalabi sa loob ay nilunod
ng pangamba. Samantala, habang nagmamasid

ang himpapawid ay mahimbing ang sanggol
na sakbibi ng inang sumiksik sa isang sulok,

gawing timog ng bapor. Malayo sa bantulot
at nagkikiskisang pulutong, nakapikit siyang

nagkurus at pagkaraa’y inihagis ang sanggol
na parang piso sa balon: “Panginoon, hiling nya,

“ihatid mo siya sa pampang ng iyong kalinga.”
Tumahan ang sigwa. Pansamantalang kapayapaan.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/08/08/prinsesa-ng-mga-tala/feed/ 0 Prosaic # 6 in A or How the Bum Stole The Governor’s Daughter http://www.tinig.com/2008/07/29/prosaic-6-in-a-or-how-the-bum-stole-the-governors-daughter/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/07/29/prosaic-6-in-a-or-how-the-bum-stole-the-governors-daughter/#comments Tue, 29 Jul 2008 02:42:55 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/?p=451 Lolito Go]]> Of course the governor is enraged with the idea that his youngest, his unica hija fell for a bum just like that. “How pathetic, you child of a God!” he yelled at her. “A farmer could have been better!” He repeated some tedious platitudes over the phone. “But I love him papa, I’m willing to starve!” she retorted crying. You need not be a fan of melodrama to know that the more they try to sway the girl who is at the height of her frenzy, the more she will stick to her love, no matter how much it would cost her. The governor is not alone resenting it. His former colleagues in congress mourn the monumental mismatch. Even the supreme court is quick to cast a verdict: “it’s a crime for a bum to be loved by the governor’s lass.” But long before that, the president has issued an executive order to hunt down and persecute any unemployed, underheight, underground bard who is capable of fishing girls of importance. Yet the bum, quite skilled an escapologist, decided to submit himself before the court and pleaded guilty. Maybe all he ever waited is the love, for him to cut his hair, to cut his freedom. All he ever wanted is some changes, he wished to stay in jail. A thousand miles away from him, the girl gave up her lavish lifestyle, her basketball players and one-night-stands. Determined to prove her love, she went home to free the bum and marry him in La Union, where her father is not a Godfather but a God. There, the governor has all the means to kill the bum: he can slice him in half, lengthwise, or even cut him into microscopic bits, whichever pleases better. But then the governor, though still a little troubled, softened, he played a trick instead; a trick so trite it is predictable, the bum for sure had smelled. One cold november night, his daughter is away, he asked the bum to have a walk somewhere. Out they went into the woods and in an hour they reached a dead-end. “What now?” asked the bum. Both of them panting, the governor stopped to catch his breath. Then all of a sudden, he spoke demanding: “Kill me here and now so you can have my daughter; let me live and she’ll be gone forever.” Not a moment of silence the bum replied: “That’s it? Just be sure you are unarmed and please do not resist.” He started him by kicking in the groin. Another one in the groin. And another one. But before he could pull a fourth, the governor yelled, writhing in pain: “Enough of this stupidity, you won!” Since then the governor, a mighty aging lord, gave the two all the comfort and solace, all the money they would need, all the freedom they deserve and they all died happy.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/07/29/prosaic-6-in-a-or-how-the-bum-stole-the-governors-daughter/feed/ 0 Turtles (Variation on A Theme by Arkaye Kierulf) http://www.tinig.com/2008/07/25/turtles-variation-on-a-theme-by-arkaye-kierulf/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/07/25/turtles-variation-on-a-theme-by-arkaye-kierulf/#comments Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:06:37 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/?p=596 Lolito Go]]> I believe in freedom, and the freedom to believe is supreme.
I believe in Arkaye Kierulf. Yes, in the quiet dignity of horses too.
I believe in turtles, that they are better than horses, but kings and emperors did not ride on them.
I believe in Anaphora and in all it has to say.
I believe poems like this make a better day.
I believe that stupidity strengthens, depth is one of the weak’s defenses.
I believe in orgasm.
I believe that when God created the clitoris, he was having fun.
I believe in déjà vu, and this is one.
I believe in English subtitles for the hearing impaired.
I believe some love are just impaired.
I believe love is better off impaired.
I believe in shampoo plus conditioner.
I believe in my hair.
I believe in every tick that lives in my hair.
I believe that behind my hair is an envious onlooker.
“I believe in America,” claims Bonasera in the opening seconds of The Godfather.
I believe in my mother’s laughter, despite the denture.
I believe in headaches, they are serious and painful.
I believe in heartaches, they are even more serious and painful.
I believe fools are but fools.
I believe death is the ultimate school.
I believe in anonymity but I like my name.
I believe you should be sad about the fact that this will end.
I believe in Samuel Becket.
I believe that when a writer wants to write, he just wants to read himself.
I believe youth is overrated.
I believe this room was once a planet, and my smile was once a moon.
I believe in moon, and she too will vanish soon.
I believe in prime numbers, in what remains after divisions.
I believe shadows that remain shadows all night long.
I believe in second hand, in second life, in second chance.
I believe in poets who can dance.
I believe in my hands, the softness of my palms, my fists like our hardened hearts, my fingers are ten unlit torches of love, I believe in my hands.
I believe or I die.
I believe or I lie.
I believe another lie after a lie is less than a lie.
I believe in the silence after the sigh.
I believe in kiss.
I believe in the inevitable and the incomplete.
I believe then I forgive.
I believe in open endings,

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/07/25/turtles-variation-on-a-theme-by-arkaye-kierulf/feed/ 0 Print This Thing On Your Shirts, Perverts. http://www.tinig.com/2008/06/25/print-this-thing-on-your-shirts-perverts/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/06/25/print-this-thing-on-your-shirts-perverts/#comments Wed, 25 Jun 2008 03:13:58 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/?p=383 Lolito Go]]> You are 20-inch short of being a basketball superstar.
Had you been so, you wouldn’t be wanking a lot over
a Scarlett Johansson; you could easily pick one pirated
version of her plus a kinky schoolgirl with her twin sister
altogether scewered in the male’s shower room, your pals
are cheering, you are their envy, the local Rocco Siffredi,
the patron saint in that regard. How about filming a video
scandal with some fans all over your cock? I have an idea
how to make it more than the usual youporn treat: give it
a classical music for background while some sonnets marquee
up the screen. But since you are a basketball superstar with
the golden cock, you can’t afford to have the time for such
sentimentality. Control+z. Concentrate on being a testicular God,
a coital divinity. Art sucks, right, art sucks. Only beautiful women
who suck don’t suck. Holy fuck! Artists do art because they are
bored and imagination only works for their daily masturbation.
Cum on. Learn that wisdom while you are young, you can do better
than to write a poem about your fucking, literary fucking frustrations.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/06/25/print-this-thing-on-your-shirts-perverts/feed/ 0 Kay Daboy na malamang ay lumalaboy sa pagitan ng paraiso’t apoy http://www.tinig.com/2008/06/13/kay-daboy-na-malamang-ay-lumalaboy-sa-pagitan-ng-paraisot-apoy/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/06/13/kay-daboy-na-malamang-ay-lumalaboy-sa-pagitan-ng-paraisot-apoy/#comments Fri, 13 Jun 2008 15:50:04 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/kay-daboy-na-malamang-ay-lumalaboy-sa-pagitan-ng-paraisot-apoy/ Lolito Go]]> Muli, nilingon ko ang aking mga katha:
Ilang tula ng sakuna, mga tula ng bangungot,
ng mga sugat para kay ganito, kay ganoon,
kay ganyan. Mga tula ng biglang kaganapan.
Isang trahedya pati ang makakita: Kahapon,
may nalunod na bata sa tubig baha. Sa Burma,
tinangay ng daluyong ang laksa laksang kaluluwa.
Sa Tsina, hindi mabilang ang katawang inulam
ng lupa. Kamakailan lang, may nabuwal na haligi
ng pag-gawa, isang bayaning anakpawis at
makamasa. Isang trahedya pati ang makakita.
Sapagkat laging nais ng makata’t hangal
ang pumagitna sa mga labanan. Sa labanan
ng pagmamadali at paghihintay. Sa labanan
ng pagtatagpo’t paghihiwalay. Sa labanan
ng malay at dalumat. Araw-araw, may isinusulat
na mga alamat. Hahandugan ba kita ng isa,
ngayong wala ka na? Marahil, marami nang nauna.
Sabi nila, isa kang matapat na kaibigan, Mapagmahal
na asawa’t ama. Anong alam ko, maliban sa ilang
pinagbidahan mo? Isa kang idolo, arketipo ng magiginoo’t
mga sanggano. Hindi sa takilya, Daboy, nakapila ngayon
ang mga tagahanga. Isang mahabang hilera ng simpatya.
Nauumid ang iba sa pagluha. Binabaha pati mga pahayagan
ng iyong ala-ala: paalam, baby ama, paalam.
May tula ang bawat balita, may balita ang bawat
tula. Nagsasalo sa parehong mga titik ang ulat at
tula, hula at luha. Hahandugan ba kita ng isa?
Isang ulat tungkol sa ulap na pumula sa pagpulas
ng iyong hininga. Isang tula tungkol sa pagsasara
ng talukap ng mata at pagtugaygay ng kamera
sa pag-andap at pagkurap ng isa na namang tala.
Sampatak ng luha para kay Alma at Lorna. Isang hula,
na magaganap sa wakas ang hiling mong pahinga.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/06/13/kay-daboy-na-malamang-ay-lumalaboy-sa-pagitan-ng-paraisot-apoy/feed/ 0 Sapagkat sa Lupa Humahalik ang Anakpawis http://www.tinig.com/2008/05/22/sapagkat-sa-lupa-humahalik-ang-anakpawis/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/05/22/sapagkat-sa-lupa-humahalik-ang-anakpawis/#comments Thu, 22 May 2008 11:00:52 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/sapagkat-sa-lupa-humahalik-ang-anakpawis/ Lolito Go]]> Natigmak ng dugo mo, Ka Bel,
ang buong lupaing inararo’t kinandili

ng iyong pag-ibig. Nahinto ang nguya
ng makina sa bukid. Napatid ang indak

ng maso at karit. Maging sa huling sandali,
bayani kang nagsilbi. Ilang bubong na ba

ang iyong nakumpuni? Ilang bagyo na ba
ang iyong sinalubong, maisilong lang kaming

giniginaw at gutom? Ilang ulit ka na ba nilang
tinalian, sa bawat mong pagtatangkang

kami’y kalagan? Sa palasyo ng mga lakan,
walang sirang bubungan. Bagaman

abala ang lahat na takpan ang mga siwang
na tinatagasan ng mga katotohanan.

Hindi tulad mo, kaya nilang umupa
ng mga karpintero, mekaniko’t arkitektong

milagroso. Masdan mo at misteryosong naglaho
ang mga tagas, bakbak at lubak sa palasyo.

Subalit ikaw, hanggang sa huling yugto
ng payak mong pamumuhay sa mundong

ang kapayaka’y tila pa kapintasan,
hawak mo ang kaibigang martilyo at pakong

hindi ginto. Walang gintong isasabay sa iyong kabaong.
Anakpawis kang magbabaon ng aming panaghoy.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/05/22/sapagkat-sa-lupa-humahalik-ang-anakpawis/feed/ 0 Prosaic # 5 in G or They Asked Me to Write a Press Release About Tourism in Olongapo and Here’s What I Wrote Instead http://www.tinig.com/2008/04/11/prosaic-5-in-g-or-they-asked-me-to-write-a-press-release-about-tourism-in-olongapo-and-heres-what-i-wrote-instead/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/04/11/prosaic-5-in-g-or-they-asked-me-to-write-a-press-release-about-tourism-in-olongapo-and-heres-what-i-wrote-instead/#comments Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:22:55 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/prosaic-5-in-g-or-they-asked-me-to-write-a-press-release-about-tourism-in-olongapo-and-heres-what-i-wrote-instead/ Lolito Go]]> I hate Olongapo because Lolito Go, who is still
on the loose impersonating me, was born and
raised there. I hate Olongapo because it claims a
Wowie de Guzman and a reggaeist named Blakdyak.
I hate Olongapo because the legend of “Ulo ng Apo”
sucks. I hate Olongapo because it is four hours from
Manila, eight hours from Baguio and a lightyear from
Jeddah. I hate Olongapo because they have a mall
the size of a urinal; beside that mall sits a statue
of Freddie Aguilar that looks like a squirrel (raccoon?)
I hate Olongapo because their city library, I guess,
updates only every after a century or two. I hate
Olongapo because beach and bitch are homonyms.
I hate Olongapo because just last Friday I bumped
into a tree and aloud the people laughed. I hate
Olongapo because videokes operate there per one
hundred square meters but it’s not the machine I hate
it’s the singers, I mean, the stingers who won’t let me
sleep. I hate Olongapo because, honestly, I was having
a hard time thinking what else I could hate about it.

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]]> http://www.tinig.com/2008/04/11/prosaic-5-in-g-or-they-asked-me-to-write-a-press-release-about-tourism-in-olongapo-and-heres-what-i-wrote-instead/feed/ 2 Hindi Raw Sinasadya ng D(iy)os ang Pagkakahawig Nina Kokey at Manong Joe http://www.tinig.com/2008/02/07/hindi-raw-sinasadya-ng-diyos-ang-pagkakahawig-nina-kokey-at-manong-joe/ http://www.tinig.com/2008/02/07/hindi-raw-sinasadya-ng-diyos-ang-pagkakahawig-nina-kokey-at-manong-joe/#comments Wed, 06 Feb 2008 23:18:28 +0000 Lolito Go http://www.tinig.com/hindi-raw-sinasadya-ng-diyos-ang-pagkakahawig-nina-kokey-at-manong-joe/ Lolito Go]]> Matagal ko nang napuna,
noon pang elementarya,
nasa Senado pa lang si Gloria.
Hindi maitatanggi ng Star Cinema,
ng partidong Lakas ni FVR
at ng magagaling nilang tagapayong pulitikal,
na ang pelikula noon tungkol sa isang mabait na elyen
ay hindi lamang paghahalaw sa bantog na obra ni Spielberg;
kundi isang maagang propaganda na magtataguyod sa imahen
ng kanilang panabong laban kay Estrada –
si Jose de Venecia.

Kung mapapatunayang hindi sinasadya ang pagkakahawig
nina Kokey at de Venecia, magpapaputol ako ng daliri.
Ipagugupit ko ang limantaong buhok kong lampas-puwit.
Susunugin ko ang nagtambak na mga aklat sa aking silid
at idedeklara kong isang kahangalan
ang aking naging buhay.

Hindi sinasadyang magkamukha ang dalawa?
Hindi sinasadya ang mensaheng: wala sa hitsura
ang halaga ng kaluluwa? Makisig si Erap; si Kokey,
dakila. Makamasa si Erap; si Kokey, makatao
bagaman hindi mukhang tao. Mahusay na taktika.
Nakababato nga naman ang talambuhay sa pelikula.

Nang isalin sa prime time TV si Kokey noong nakaraang taon,
kapansin-pansin ang malaking pagbabago sa hitsura nito –

ang bilog ng mata, ang hugis ng ilong, ang lapad ng noo –
hindi na niya kamukha ang dating speaker sa Kongreso. Naisip ko:

Oo nga ano, iba na ang pulitikal na sentimiyento ng channel 2

simula nang ikasal sina Jackie at beaver, may mga nagbago.
At lagi namang may nagbabago; sinong mag-aakalang

gagawa pa ng sitcom si Susan Roces sa Dos? Lagi namang
may nagbabago. Bagong simbuyo ng puso. Bagong bagyo.
Bagong sugat. Bagong noon-time show. Bagong konsepto
ng valentine commercial. Bagong kulay ng puso. Bagong
lalake ni Kris Aquino. Bagong lalake sa buhay ni Piolo.
Bagong kapuso. Bagong testigo. Bagong asunto.

At ngayong may bago na ring speaker sa Kongreso,
at may bago nang dugong gumagapang sa mga ugat

ni manong Joe, umaasa ako, umasa rin kayo: magbabalik si Kokey sa telebisyon,
isang matapang na bersyon, isang
napapanahong alusyon. Abangan
ang retro-ebolusyon. Pansinin ang ilong.

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