sidetrip


“Mabuti pa dati, ang mga aktibista kinakasuhan, katuladko.
Ngayon, pinapatay na lang.”
Ronald Sendrijas
(Qouted from Howie Severino’s Sidetrip)

Gone are the boondocks of hope
where you traces the truths beyond
the navel of Inabanga’s river flowing into
your heart and the fluidity of rebelling
your inheritance from Francisco,
the rebel you admired that flows into yours,
your red blood that flows from him.

You go and tell everybody the telltales
that here, at the midst of Inabanga’s river flows,
overflows, outflows and inflows of the birthing,
dying is a gift of rebelling, of pointing the clear
of shouting the unheard on deaf ears.

You go and tell Francisco that you
who walks on the trails he paved
never falters to know the signs,
never falters to feel the pains,
never falters to live the dreams,
never leaves the people on the road

to redemption you sculpted your place
at the plaza where they put Francisco as tourist
spot for pictures and memories
for postcards and ads.

You go and tell Francisco to come back
and watch how they kill his admirer
and rob his birth and day of reverence
and yet they still have guts to put flowers.

You go and take the sidetrip
as we write another postscript.

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About Ka Loren
Siak ni Florentino B. Lorenzana, maysa a Filipino, Ilokano ken Pangasinan. Naiyanakak innem a bulan kalpasan ti deklarasion ti Martial Law ditoy Pilipinas. Madama a makumikom iti tignay kooperatiba.

9 Responses to sidetrip

  1. Florentino says:

    Agyamanak Ka Sherma. Saan pay gayam a nabileg ta makapasiggar laeng. Koma ti agbasa ditoy ket agarikenken ti buteng, agkararag kadagiti apostol a pinanawanen ti kinasanto. (he he, kunkunak laeng kabsat, nasobraak metten daytoy a kinabuakaw).

  2. Sherma says:

    Your lines are powerful, poet! Urayak la sumgar! 🙂

  3. Florentino says:

    I recant my last sentence, he he he! See: you are always be the Maestro ti Dangadang. Wait for a poem with that title, how’s that?

  4. There you go: that second line should read: We do not own this space…
    So there, and really now: darn the muse, gardemit, kuna ni apongko a lakay!

  5. You do not realize, poet, that you are in cyberspace and that you are being read by a virtual community of readers you may not even know. We do not this space now, as you very well know. The thing is: we negotiate–and deploy as well–this space we create for our cursed souls and hearts and spirits for and in the name of our people. Congratulations, and more of your youthful exuberance, artistic vision, and aesthetic commitment.

  6. Florentino says:

    godammit with that muse!!! There are lots of inspirations aside from it. You, being the Maestro ti Dangadang, are an inspiration, the members of our cooperative, my sons, your daughter who waits for your balikbayan box, ti agpalpalama a nalabsak, siak a tinakawanda iti bukodko a sao, ti kumriit a kudil ni Nanangko ken ti purpor a barbas ni Tatangko. Dagitoy a gapuanan ti natakaw a kinatao, isu ti giya, ti kired, ti sarikedked iti daytoy a kunam a “our curse, this writing thing, the bug that we must learn to live with. Thank you, Maestro. Ammok sika laeng ti agbasbasa ditoy, kadagitoy ta saan met a maipablaak.

  7. Now you know where the muse is? Our people, the masses, history, our own conflicted and contradictory lives. Forget the capitalist sloth for the artistic muse. Bravo, poet!

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