Saturday, May 22, 2010

LINO BROCKA AND FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION DAY


Lino Brocka demonstrating
outside the house of then censors chief Maria Kalaw Katigbak,
after she tigbak'd the film Bayan Ko: Kapit sa Patalim
(circa 1985)


Today, May 22, 2010, is the 19th death anniversary of filmmaker Lino Brocka.

I wrote the following article nine years ago, not long after a group of his friends and admirers unofficially proclaimed the day of his death as Freedom of Expression Day.


Freedom of Expression and Its Discontents


By Jose F. Lacaba


…freedom of expression … is the oxygen of our creativity. Without it, many talents on our continent have struggled for breath; some have choked; and some have been lost to us in that other climate, the thin air of exile.
—NADINE GORDIMER, 1997


ON MAY 22, 2001, on the 10th death anniversary of filmmaker Lino Brocka, his friends and admirers gathered at his grave to honor his memory by launching Freedom of Expression Day.

It seemed only fitting that a day associated with Lino Brocka should be chosen to bring the issue of freedom of expression into sharp focus. For this, of all the causes he championed, was probably the one closest to Brocka’s heart.

In the words of a statement issued during the memorial ceremony:

“As a founding member and the acknowledged leader of the Free the Artist Movement and the Concerned Artists of the Philippines, Lino Brocka was at the forefront of the struggle against all forms of censorship of the arts and the media. As a member of the local and international film communities, he continually stressed the right and the obligation of the filmmaker, in the exercise of freedom of expression, to shed light on social realities and the human condition. As a complainant in the Kapit sa Patalim case, he elicited from the Supreme Court a decision affirming that ‘freedom of expression is the rule and restrictions the exemption.’ As a member of the Constitutional Commission that drafted the present Philippine Constitution, he is credited with introducing the phrase ‘freedom of expression’ into the constitutional provision that now reads: ‘No law shall be passed abridging the freedom of speech, of expression, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and petition the government for redress of grievances’ (Section 9, Article 3, Bill of Rights).”

A decade after the death of Brocka, the memorial statement continues, “freedom of expression remains beleaguered on all sides by forces that seek to restrict or repress the inquisitive mind and the creative spirit. There is as much need today as in Lino Brocka’s lifetime to uphold and defend freedom of expression as a necessary condition for a strong and vibrant democracy.”

What the memorial ceremony for Brocka made saddeningly clear is that freedom of expression remains on the endangered-species list despite upheavals that have restored or enlarged the country’s democratic space. Even more saddening, the active role that artists and cultural workers played in those upheavals has resulted not in the expansion but in the diminution of their artistic space.

This is especially true of filmmakers. Brocka and fellow concerned artists helped oust Marcos, and as reward they got Morato and Mendez. Like-minded members of the film community helped ease out Erap, and in exchange they got the tightened noose of a new sanctimonious censorship.

That noose was much in evidence in the controversy over Live Show (also known as Toro), a film about the men and women who perform sexual acts in the presence of paying customers.

Live Show is written and directed by Jose Javier Reyes, a leading member of Pagbabago@Pilipinas, a group of professionals (including personalities from the arts) that made its presence felt at Edsa 2. When the controversy over the film erupted, the newly appointed chair of the Movie and Television Review and Classification Board was the respected cultural scholar Nicanor Tiongson, who had resigned as MTRCB member at the height of the Juetengate scandal. The opposition of Reyes and Tiongson to the past regime, at a time when that was a risky proposition, proved to be no assurance that the new dispensation would be hospitable to their artistic concerns.

Government action in this case was a consequence of the knee-jerk reaction of religious groups and self-appointed guardians of public morals to “smut films,” meaning, all films that deal with human sexuality, whatever their intentions or level of artistic accomplishment. The noisy protest of these sectors was not unexpected. In 1999 they had rallied against the exhibition of Sutla, Warat, and Talong, among others. But what complicated matters this time was the openly interventionist role that the dominant church played in getting Live Show banned and Tiongson sacked.

If priests and televangelists had written pastoral letters and delivered sermons condemning the proliferation of sex in cinema; if the running priest had gone from mall to mall and from motel to motel to shout out his jeremiads; if the talk-show monsignor had gone from TV station to TV station to deliver his harangues; if the Cardinal had invited movie producers to his palace and appealed to them to stop making sexually oriented films, or even threatened them with a boycott; if the Cardinal had proceeded to call on the Catholic faithful to mass at the Edsa shrine to force the resignation of the MTRCB chief or the pullout of Live Show—the Church might not have won pogi points with the general moviegoing public, but there probably would have been no outcry from concerned sectors of the film and cultural community. After all, the Constitution extends freedom of expression to democrats and demagogues alike, and protects ideas of whatever shade, whether sublime or ridiculous.

But when the Church in the person of its best-known cleric summoned the head of a government agency to Church premises and then, in a high-handed and insulting manner, gave that government official his marching orders—when Cardinal Sin told Tiongson to resign as MTRCB chair—then a line seemed to have been crossed: the line called separation of Church and State.


LIVE SHOW reopened the never-ending debate over censorship and freedom of expression, particularly in relation to cinema.

Censorship, of course, has been with us since time immemorial. Often, it entailed the suppression not only of contrary ideas but of the persons who embodied those ideas. Socrates was sentenced to drink poison because he allegedly poisoned the minds of the youth, and Galileo was placed under house arrest when he wrote that it was the earth that moved around the sun and not the other way around. The burning of books, not to mention the burning of heretics and witches with beliefs anathema to the orthodoxies of their time, was a regular feature of the Inquisition.

One of the most zealous book-burner was the Holy Roman Catholic Church, which maintained an Index of Prohibited Books (Index Librorum Prohibitorum) for more than four centuries. Set up in 1559 by the Congregation of the Inquisition, the Index banned non-Catholic translations of the Bible, which meant that reading the King James Version when it came out in 1611 could get a Catholic excommunicated. The Index also blacklisted the complete works of Thomas Hobbes, David Hume, Voltaire, Zola, and Sartre, and selected books of Milton, Flaubert, Rousseau, Kant, Spinoza, Pascal, Tolstoy, Stendhal, George Sand, Daniel Defoe, and Darwin. The Church formally abolished the Index only in 1966.

Under Spanish rule, the Philippines had a Comite de Censura that banned the novels of Jose Rizal, who would eventually be subjected to an extreme form of censorship: death by firing squad. As late as the 1950s, when Rizal was already the National Hero, the Catholic Church was still trying to block the passage of a law making Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo required reading in Philippine schools. During this same period, ballet was deemed immoral and was banned in schools run by the Catholic Church.

These days, in countries that claim to be democratic, censorship is seen as an idea whose time has passed, allowable only in exceptional circumstances, such as in times of war. Even the Marcos martial-law regime recognized this fact when it changed the name of what used to be called “board of censors” to “board of review” and then “review and classification board.”

While a stigma has come to be attached to the word censorship, its antithesis, the term freedom of expression, has gained currency. Freedom of expression is not expressly mentioned in our last two Philippine Constitutions, although the Malolos Constitution of 1899 speaks of the “right to freely express [one’s] ideas or opinions, orally or in writing, through the use of the press and other means.” Jurisprudence has established that the terms freedom of speech and freedom of the press, mentioned in the 1935 and 1973 constitutions, are broad enough to cover new media such as film and television. Nevertheless, freedom of expression is deemed to be the more inclusive formula, unequivocally encompassing even speechless and non-press forms of expression such as mime and painting—in short, artistic and cultural expression.

Lino Brocka, hounded by censorship in his lifetime but proclaimed a National Artist and hailed as a “legendary director” when he was safely dead, made a significant contribution when he moved for the inclusion of the phrase freedom of expression in the 1987 Constitution. But he did not invent the term. Indeed, even before he became a constitutional commissioner, the Concerned Artists of the Philippines of which he was founding chair had already declared in its credo, first enunciated in 1983: “We stand for freedom of expression and oppose all acts tending to abridge or suppress that freedom. We affirm that Filipino artists, in the exercise of freedom of expression, have the responsibility to do so without prejudice to truth, justice, and the interest of the Filipino people.”

As early as 1941, United States President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, in a famous speech outlining the objectives of U.S. policy as “four freedoms,” had said: “The first is freedom of speech and expression.” (The three others: freedom of religion, freedom from want, freedom from fear.)

In 1966 the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights adopted by the United Nations General Assembly expressly stated: “Everyone shall have the right to freedom of expression; this right shall include freedom to seek, receive and impart information and ideas of all kinds, regardless of frontiers, either orally, in writing or in print, in the form of art, or through any other media of his choice.”

The International Covenant, as the credo of the Concerned Artists of the Philippines would later do, recognized the “special duties and responsibilities” of those who would exercise freedom of expression. The exercise of such freedom, the Covenant noted, “may therefore be subject to certain restrictions, but these shall only be such as are provided by law and are necessary: (a) for respect of the rights or reputations of others; (b) for the protection of national security or of public order, or of public health or morals.”

Note the mention of “protection … of public health or morals,” which may warm the hearts of puritans and fundamentalists. The operative phrase here, however, is “provided by law.”

Which brings us to the question: in this country, what exactly does the law provide, particularly in relation to cinema?


THE LAW that currently regulates film and television in this country is the Marcos-era decree that created the Movie and Television Review and Classification Board. This is Presidential Decree No. 1986, which specifically objects to material “which, in the judgment of the Board, applying contemporary Filipino cultural values as standard, are objectionable for being immoral, indecent, contrary to law and/or good customs, injurious to the prestige of the Republic of the Philippines or its people, or with a dangerous tendency to encourage the commission of violence or of a wrong or crime.”

PD 1986 is a deceptive piece of legislation. It institutionalizes the system of classification according to audience suitability, but allows films to be cut up or banned. It recognizes the eventual need for self-regulation, but does not set a deadline for privatization and government deregulation. And it takes cognizance of the Supreme Court decision in the Kapit sa Patalim case while trying to maintain restrictions that were in line with the Marcos dictatorship’s general policy of media control and censorship.

In the Kapit sa Patalim case (Gonzalez vs. Kalaw Katigbak, in which the complainants were Antonio Gonzalez, Dulce Saguisag, Lino Brocka, and this writer), the Supreme Court had come up with a decision that, although decried in some quarters as wishy-washy, nevertheless paid obeisance to free expression. “Freedom of expression is the rule and restrictions the exemption,” the court said. It added that “censorship, especially so if an entire production is banned, is allowable only under the clearest proof of a clear and present danger of a substantive evil to public safety, public morals, public health or any other legitimate public interest.” Moreover, it stressed that the constitutional guarantees on freedom of expression are not limited to the expression of safe and acceptable ideas, but also extend to “unorthodox ideas, controversial ideas, even ideas hateful to the prevailing climate of opinion.”

From this it can be safely inferred that freedom of expression is not limited to artistic expression. The constitutional guarantees extend to both art and non-art, good art and bad art, Bayaning Third World and Bobocop.

U.S. jurisprudence, which generally influences Philippine court decisions, goes farther in defining what is or is not protected by the “freedom of expression” clause—specifically, what is or is not legally obscene or pornographic.

Miller vs. California, promulgated by the U.S. Supreme Court in 1973, is the most recent and therefore the current legal thinking on the subject. Under the three-pronged Miller test, a material is adjudged obscene if all of the following standards are met:

1. An average person, applying contemporary local community standards, finds that the work, taken as a whole, appeals to prurient interest.

2. The work depicts, in a patently offensive way, sexual conduct specifically defined by applicable state law.

3. The work in question lacks serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value.

How does Live Show stack up in light of these provisions?

WHEN THE MTRCB last year, under Armida Siguion-Reyna, gave Live Show a permit to exhibit—with an R classification, meaning, For Adults Only—one thing was clear: “in the judgment of the Board” as constituted at that time (I was part of the committee that granted approval), the film was not considered objectionable but was deemed permissible for adults aged 18 and above. It was also the judgment of the Board that “the work, taken as a whole,” did not appeal to prurient interest, and that the sex scenes were handled with restraint (no leering close-ups of body parts), were not gratuitous (this was a film about sex performers), and were not unduly prolonged (a combined total of two minutes, according to one computation).

The critical reaction to Live Show has been mixed. The Film Ratings Board, which grants tax rebates to films of artistic and technical merit, did not give it a passing mark; and the university-based Young Critics Circle dismissed it as “exploitative.” Still, other critics who considered the film flawed recognized its serious intent—and Live Show, while not exactly a prophet in its own country, had sufficient artistic credentials to be invited to a number of prestigious international film festivals, starting with a gala premiere in Berlin.

To its defenders, the film is a harrowing, even depressing depiction of the grinding poverty that drives people to unspeakable extremes in order to survive. But to its detractors, it is nothing more than a lascivious display of frontal nudity and simulated sex under the pretense of art—a “well-made soft-core pornographic film,” in the words of the new President of the Republic herself.

By describing Live Show as “well-made,” the country’s new leading film critic attested that the film was not entirely lacking in “redeeming artistic value.” Under the Miller test, the film could therefore not be counted as legally obscene.

What is legal, it may be argued, is not necessarily moral. This may be true. But it is equally true that the MTRCB is primarily a legal body and not an arm of the morality police. As pointed out by Father Joaquin G. Bernas, S.J., in a newspaper column about an earlier censorship controversy (Today, Nov. 14, 1999): “The clamor against the MTRCB is couched in language of moral indignation. In judging the board, however, it is good to remember that it is a law-enforcement agency. Law enforcement does not cover the entire spectrum of morality. A basic principle of jurisprudence is that morals and law are differentiated in character and are not coextensive in their functions. It is not the task of the legislator to forbid everything that the moral law forbids or to command under pain of punishment everything that the moral law commands.”

Bernas is both lawyer and priest, and the distinction he raises needs to be understood by all those well-meaning individuals who insist that the MTRCB should function as a guardian of public morality. Still, even among those who take moral considerations into account, the verdict on Live Show is by no means unanimous. The Cardinal (who hasn’t seen the film) and the President (who has) both think it’s pornographic. But Father Peter Malone, an Australian priest who heads the prestigious International Catholic Organization for Cinema (Organisation Catholique Internationale du Cinema, or OCIC), saw the film at the Berlin International Film Festival and praised it for its “very strong social concerns.” On the other hand, Cinema, an organization set up by the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines, while critical of the film’s moral content, nevertheless found it suitable for adult viewing and gave it an R-18 rating, not an X.

I wonder what it is about Live Show that has provoked so much outrage among the guardians of public morals? Driving through Cubao on Holy Wednesday, I saw moviehouses showing two different movies with the word Init in it. I’m sorry I can’t remember the exact titles, but from the gaudy billboard display and the names of the leading actors I could guess that not even the kindest critic would find any “redeeming artistic value” in the Init movies. So why was there no comparable outrage over those movies? And they were showing on Holy Week!

I can only surmise that part of the reason could be that Live Show, while dealing with a sexual subject, does so in the realistic context of prevailing social conditions. It does not simply titillate us with the lusty acrobatics of generously endowed sex objects. Rather, it shows us how poverty can desensitize and dehumanize. It shows us, with painful clarity, the hell on earth that those who live in palaces cannot imagine or comprehend.

The May 1, 2001, attack on Malacañang by masses loyal to the deposed Estrada regime shocked us with its picture of the rage that drives the urban poor to suicidal undertakings. Live Show similarly jolts us with its raw and gut-wrenching portrayal of the desperation that can lead a small segment of the urban poor into the lower depths of degradation. A character in Nick Joaquin’s Portrait of the Artist as Filipino says: “The purpose of art is not to enchant but to disenchant.” This may not be the only function of art, but it is a necessary one. And in the performance of this duty, Live Show has exercised its freedom of creative expression honestly and responsibly.

I believe Lino Brocka would be pleased. But Lino Brocka would also caution us that freedom of expression, given its attendant discontents, still has a long way to go before it gets to be recognized as a basic human right as crucial to the well-being of the nation as the right to food, clothing, and shelter, and as necessary to our well-being as the air we breathe.


First published in
Human Rights Forum
Vol. X, No. 2
January-June 2001

Friday, April 30, 2010

Edna St. Vincent Millay: TAGSIBOL

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Tagsibol


Ano ang dahilan, Abril, at muli kang bumabalik?
Hindi sapat ang kagandahan.
Hindi mo na ako mapatatahimik sa kulay
Ng mumunting dahong bumubukadkad nang malagkit.
Alam ko ang alam ko.
Mainit ang araw sa aking leeg habang pinagmamasdan ko
Ang mga tinik ng rosas.
Kawili-wili ang amoy ng lupa.
Malinaw na walang kamatayan.
Pero ano ang ibig sabihin niyan?
Ang utak ng tao’y hindi lamang sa loob ng hukay
Kinakain ng uod.
Ang mismong buhay
Ay walang kabuluhan.
Tasang walang laman, hagdang walang patutunguhan.
Hindi sapat na taon-taon, sa bur¢l na ito,
Bumababa ang Abril,
Parang baliw na nagdadadakdak, naghahasik ng bulaklak.


Salin ni Jose F. Lacaba

Mula sa kalipunan kong SA DAIGDIG NG KONTRADIKSIYON: MGA SALING-WIKA (Anvil Publishing, 1991).

Salin ng tulang “Spring.” Mababasa ang orihinal na tula dito:
http://www.poetry-archive.com/m/spring.html

Sa hindi ko malamang dahilan, ayaw gumana ngayong araw na ito, huling araw ng Abril 2010, ang "Add Image" feature ng blogger.com, kaya hindi ko maisama sa post ko ang larawan ng makatang Amerikano na si Edna St. Vincent Millay. May black-and-white photo niya dito:
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/millay/millay.htm

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Spoof song adaptation: NANGGIGIGIL KAMI

HINDI PO ITO SALINAWIT.


Kamakailan ay muli kong nadiskubre ang isang ginawa kong lumang song adaptation na nakalimutan ko na. Para namang pinagtiyap ng panahon na muli ko itong nadiskubre ngayong panahon na naman ng eleksiyon.


Marami na akong nagawang song adaptations o free translation mula sa ibang lengguwahe, at ang mga ito’y nakikilala na sa tawag na salinawit. Itong sumusunod na song adaptation ay hindi salinawit sa pakahulugang nabanggit, kundi isang kantang Tagalog na nilapatan ng spoof lyrics.



HAHA-HALAWIT

Ni Pete Lacaba


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NANGGIGIGIL

Written by: Mike Hanopol?


Kami ay lalaki, kami ay maginoo.

'Wag kang matakot kung kami ay ganito,

Ganito, ganito.

Masdan mo kung manamit kaming mga lalaki,

Mayro'n kang makikita sa gitna ng aming dibdib,

Dibdib, dibdib...


Bridge:

Ganyan kaming lahat,

Matatapang ang mukha.

Kung kami ay kakausapin,

Di kayo mapapahiya.

Kung kami ay gagalitin,

Di mo na kailangan pang magsalita...


Chorus:

Nanggigigil kami sa 'yong kagandahan.

Nanggigigil kami, di namin maiwasan.

Nanggigigil kami sa 'yo, sa 'yo, sa 'yo...


(Repeat)

Kami ay lalaki, kami ay maginoo.

'Wag kang matakot kung kami ay ganito,

Ganito, ganito.

Masdan mo ang braso at ang aming mga kamay,

Mayro'n ding namumukol sa baba ng aming balikat,

Balikat, balikat...


(Repeat Bridge & Chorus)

Adlib:


(Repeat 1st stanza & Bridge)

(Repeat Chorus 2x to fade)


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PRESIDENTIABLES' SONG

Sa himig ng "Nanggigigil" ng Hagibis

Halaw: Pete Lacaba


1.

Kami'y kandidato, hangad namin ay boto.

'Wag kang matakot kung kami ay ganito,

Ganito, ganito.

Masdan mo kung umasta kaming nangangampanya,

Mayro'n diyang sumasayaw kahit paa ay parehong kaliwa,

Kaliwa, kaliwa.


BRIDGE

Ganyan kaming lahat,

Makakapal ang mukha.

Kung kami ay nangangako,

Di kami nahihiya.

Kung pangako'y napapako,

Di na po kailangan pang magsalita.


CHORUS

Nanggigigil kami sa inyong mga boto.

Nanggigigil kami sa boto n'yo sa Mayo.

Nanggigigil kami sa 'yo, sa 'yo, sa 'yo.


2.

Kami'y kandidato, hangad namin ay boto.

'Wag kang matakot kung kami ay ganito,

Ganito, ganito.

Masdan mo kung umasta kaming nangangampanya,

Mayro'n diyang kumakanta kahit boses ay parang palaka,

Palaka, palaka.


Repeat BRIDGE and CHORUS



P.S. 2010


Ginawa ko ang "halawit" na ito noong 1998 bilang bahagi ng script ko para sa Gridiron Night ng National Press Club (NPC). Ang Gridiron Night ay tradisyonal na roasting program na dati'y ginagawa ng NPC taon-taon. Hindi ko lang alam kung meron pa nito hanggang ngayon, dahil hindi na ako miyembro ng NPC (sobrang nagmahal kasi ng membership fee ;-). Si Bart Guingona ang direktor ng pagtatanghal na iyon, at concept niya ang pinagbatayan ng aking script.


Sa title page ng script ay ito ang nakasulat:


GRIDIRON '98 / Head Writer: Jose F. Lacaba / Partly based on the concept by Bart Guingona and the Usual Suspects / Additional dialogue by Kris Lanot Lacaba, Bart Guingona, and the Usual Suspects / Additional lyrics by whoever put new words to "Katawan" and "Awitin Mo" / 1998 April 12.


Narito ang unang eksena ng aking Gridiron Night script:


GRIDIRON '98


Scene 1


Heroes Hall, Malacañang. Gabi. May presidential desk sa gitna. Papasok si FVR, nagbabasa ng libro.


FVR: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore… [Titigil sa paglalakad, ilalapag ang libro sa mesa.] Ilang araw na lang ang nalalabi. Ilang araw na lang, hindi na ako Presidente. At pagdating ng Philippines 2000, history na ako. Lumang diyaryo na ako.


[Kakanta.]

O, kay lupit ng kapalaran,

Ako'y lame duck na lamang.

Kay hirap maging pangulo

Kung walang second term…


[Pasalita.]

Diyos na mahabagin! Bakit mo ako pinarurusahan nang ganito? Hindi ko pa pinagsasawaan ang Malakanyang. Napamahal na sa akin itong Heroes Hall. 'Tsaka, ang dami pang lugar sa mundo na hindi ko nararating. Rwanda! Timbuktu! Ang elevator ng National Press Club!


Akala ko pa naman, makakalusot ang Cha-Cha. Ang sabi sa akin ng mag-asawang Pedrosa, ang sabi ni Joe Al, ang sabi ni Kadiri Ruben, este, Kadre Ruben pala--ang sabi nilang lahat--Fidel Forever! Tsuwari-wari-wa… Wow, mali! Wrong mistake. Ito naman kasing sina Cory at Cardinal Sin, killjoy. Nag-People Power ba naman sa Luneta. E, di, siyempre… Quoth the people--Nevermore!


Totoo kaya ang kuwento tungkol sa guardian devil? Na puwede mong ibenta ang kaluluwa mo kapalit ng--?


Tutunog ang malaking orasan: hatinggabi. Uuga ang desk. Usok at patay-sinding liwanag. Isa-isang lalabas mula sa likod ng desk ang mga multo ng mga bayani--Rizal, Bonifacio, Aguinaldo, del Pilar, Antonio Luna, Sakay, Padre Burgos, Tandang Sora, Gabriela Silang, Mabini.


FVR [medyo matataranta]: Nagtatanong lang po! Joke only! [Mapapansin na hindi mga demonyo ang kaharap niya.] Teka muna. Hindi naman kayo ang aking guardian devil, a. Si Joe Al 'yon. I mean, si Joe Al Pacino, do'n sa pelikulang "Devil's Advocate" … Sino ba kayo?


RIZAL: Hindi mo ba kami kilala, Eddie? Nag-iisyu ka ng pera, pero hindi mo kami namumukhaan? Tingnan mo akong mabuti.


FVR: Ninoy?


RIZAL: Limang daan 'yon. Hamak na barya lang ako. [Ipapakita ang profile.] O, natatandaan mo na ang profile na ito?


FVR: Leopoldo Salcedo?


RIZAL [iiling]: Eto pa ang isang clue: Piso para sa Pasig.


FVR: Piso! [Maglalabas ng pisong coin mula sa bulsa at titingnan ito.] Jose Rizal! Sabi ko na nga ba, e. Kamukhang-kamukha mo nga sina Albert Martinez, Cesar Montano, at Aga Muhlach. At itong mga kasama mo?


RIZAL: Kami ang mga dakilang bayani ng lahi.


Kakantahin ng mga bayani ang "Heroes' Song."


Heroes' Song

(Sa himig ng "Katawan" ng Hagibis)


FVR [isa-isang kakamayan ang mga bayani]: Bonifacio… Aguinaldo… Tandang Sora… Gabriela Silang… Padre Burgos… Sino sa inyong dalawa ang del Pilar at sino ang Luna?


PLARIDEL: Ako si Marcelo H. del Pilar, kilala sa bansag na Plaridel. [Espanyol ang bigkas niya sa middle initial na H: A-che.]


LUNA: Ako si Luna. Heneral Antonio Luna.


FVR: Nako-confuse ko kayo dahil sa mga bigote n'yo, e. Sino naman itong mukhang hippieng kulelat?


SAKAY: Macario Sakay po, pag-utusan ninyo.


MABINI: Apolinario Mabini, Sublime Paralytic.


FVR: Bakit wala ka yatang--ano'ng tawag do'n sa binubuhat na ano, kung papunta sa Hinulugang Taktak? Duyan. Ba't wala ka sa duyan?


MABINI: Pag multo na, hindi mo kailangan ng duyan.


FVR: Multo? Ngiii! Mga multo pala kayo. Ano'ng ginagawa n'yo rito?


BONIFACIO: Ito ang Heroes Hall, di ba? O, heroes kami. Tambayan namin ang kuwartong ito.


TANDANG SORA: Lalo na ngayong Centennial, madalas kami rito.


GABRIELA: At pag malapit nang matapos ang term ng isang presidente, talagang nagpapakita kami. Tulad sa mga Marcos. Minulto namin ang mga 'yon no'ng bandang huli dahil hindi na namin masikmura--


FVR: --ang pandaraya nila sa eleksiyon?


AGUINALDO: Hindi. Meron din niyan sa Tejeros Convention.


FVR: Ang kanilang human-rights violations?


AGUINALDO: Hindi. Meron din niyan sa Bundok Buntis.


FVR: E, ano?


GABRIELA: Ang mga disco parties ni Imelda! Hindi ko matuk! Ang ingay-ingay kasi!


PADRE BURGOS: 'Tapos, kakanta pa siya ng "Dahil sa Iyo" at "Feelings." Kung hindi ka ba naman makukunsumi!


FVR: O, e, bakit n'yo 'ko minumulto ngayon? Sinabi ko na naman, paulit-ulit ko nang sinabi--hindi na ako interesado sa second term. Read my lips. Hindi na… ako… interesado… sa… sa… [manginginig ang labi, mapapahagulhol] sa second term.


GABRIELA: Siya, siya, tama na. Bumenta na 'yan. Nauna na sa iyo si Fred Lim pagdating diyan sa crying game.


FVR [presidential uli]: Sa madaling salita, may el, may proc, may cen, may tran.


TANDANG SORA: Ano raw? Ma-L? Sino raw ang ma-L?


BONIFACIO: Pasensiya na, Ka Fidel. Medyo matagal na kaming patay, hindi na namin alam ang mga bagong usong salita. Pakiisplika nga.


FVR: May election, may proclamation, may centennial, may transition. Malinaw? O, ano pa'ng gusto n'yong malaman?


RIZAL: Sino sa tingin mo ang susunod na mumultuhin namin dito sa Malakanyang?


FVR: Kung ako ang tatanungin, siyempre ang gusto ko e 'yong aking anointed one. Si Yoda V. Yes, yes, Joe! Kaya lang, me nagsasabing kailangan daw niya ng makeover. Ano'ng ibig sabihin no'n? Kailangan ba niyang komunsulta kay Ricky Reyes?


GABRIELA: Ba't hindi mo itanong kay Ming?


FVR: E, kayo, matanong ko naman kayo. Meron ba kayong mga manok? Ikaw, Senyor Plaridel?


PLARIDEL: Pareho tayo. Medyo napupusuan ko rin si Joe de Venecia dahil, tulad ko, dumaan siya sa pagkaperyodista.


AGUINALDO: Teka, teka. Hindi ako komporme diyan.


FVR: Heneral Aguinaldo, sino naman ang napupusuan mo?


AGUINALDO: Teka, teka, iniisip ko pa. A! Rene de Villa. Pareho kaming heneral. At tapat na kaibigan 'yan. Hindi siya nagpunta sa Luneta, dahil ayaw niyang saktan ang puso mo. Walang utang na loob!


FVR: Wala ka na ro'n. Don Andres Bonifacio?


BONIFACIO: Fred Lim siyempre. Batang Maynila 'yan, tulad ko. At ang trato daw niya sa lahat ng tao--mahirap at mayaman, matalino at mangmang, bata at matanda, tomboy at bakla--ay pantay-pantay.


FVR: Baka pantay-ang mga paa. Alam mo bang ang tawag sa kanya e Dirty Harry? Kasi, 'yong nangyari sa iyo sa Bundok Buntis, nangyayari din sa iba pang batang Maynila.


BONIFACIO: Hindi ako naniniwala diyan. Kung totoo 'yan, bakit suportado siya ni Cory?


FVR: Malay ko. The heart has its reasons which reason does not know. E, kayo, Padre Burgos?


PADRE BURGOS: Medyo kiling ako kay Manoling Morato. Malaki ang naitulong niya sa simbahan noong siya ay chairman ng sweepstakes at lotto.


SAKAY: Kaya lang, marami siyang ginaroteng matinong pelikula, tulad ng "The Priest." Itong buhok ko, baka niya guntingin.


TANDANG SORA: Pari po kayo, Padre Burgos. Ang dapat ninyong suportahan ay si Santi Dumlao. Kasi, bawat bukambibig niya e bumabanggit siya ng kapitulo at bersikulo mula sa Bibliya.


SAKAY: Kay Lito Osmeña ako. Kasi, ako rin e promdi… Meron pala akong knock-knock joke.


GABRIELA: Corny mo.


SAKAY: Knock-knock.


GABRIELA: Sige na nga. Who's there?


SAKAY: Promdi.


GABRIELA: Promdi who?


SAKAY [kakanta]:

Promdi candy store on di corner,

To di chapel on di hill…


GABRIELA: Nagpapatawa, hindi naman kalbo!


FVR: Senyor Mabini, sino naman ang kandidato mo?


MABINI: Para sa akin, ang karapat-dapat ay si Raul Roco. Panyero ko 'yan. Ewan ko lang kung miyembro siya ng Mabini.


TANDANG SORA: E, bakit may nagsasabi--iyan daw si Raul, e… si Raulo na, Roco-Roco pa?


LUNA: Ako, kay Johnny Enrile. Bukod sa pareho kaming Ilokano, pareho din kaming inambus.


MABINI: 'Yon nga lang, peke ang ambus sa kanya--kaya buháy pa siya, samantalang multo ka na.


GABRIELA: A, basta ako--Miriam Santiago. Gerera ding tulad ko.


TANDANG SORA: Sabi ni Manoling, me tililing.


GABRIELA: Nagsalita! Anyway, kung meron mang tililing, wala namang Kuratong Baleleng.


FVR: Doctor Rizal, wala kang kakibo-kibo. Meron ka bang pinapaboran sa ating mga presidential candidates?


RIZAL: Dyaheng sabihin, e.


FVR: Sige na, sabihin mo na. Tayo-tayo lang naman ang narito, e.


RIZAL: Si Erap.


General shock. Exclamations of "Si Erap?" at "Bakeeet?


FVR: Bakit nga ba?


RIZAL: E, kasi… pareho kaming maraming chicks.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

SINING NG PAGTULA

Ngayon, Marso 21, ay Pandaigdigang Araw ng Panulaan, o World Poetry Day, alinsunod sa isang deklarasyon ng UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization). Narito ang aking ambag sa araw na ito.


SINING NG PAGTULA
Ni Jose F. Lacaba


Kung baga
sa palay, ang tula
ay binabayo o kinikiskis,
saka tinatahip, bago
ialok sa madla.

Kung baga
sa bigas, ang tula
ay pinipilian at hinuhugasan
bago isaing.

Panghalo sa kaning-baboy
ang hugas-bigas, patuka
sa manok ang piniling palay,
ibinubudbod sa lupa
ang ipa at bato.
Ang inihahain sa mesa
ay kaning umaaso.

Kung baga sa bigas,
hindi rin naman mainam sa tula
ang sobrang kiskis at kinis.
Malinamnam ang milagrosa,
pero masustansiya
ang bigas na pula.


Mula sa kalipunang SA PANAHON NG LIGALIG (Anvil Publishing, 1991). Muling nalathala sa kalipunang KUNG BAGA SA BIGAS: MGA PILING TULA (University of the Philippines Press, unang limbag 2002, pangalawang limbag 2005).