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Analysis/Commentary "Our Lady's Juggler (Anatole France)

December 28, 2009

Analysis/Commentary on “Our Lady’s Juggler” By Anatole France

Background of Author: Anatole France is a son of a Parisian bookseller. His life was one of incessant controversy. His attitude against the church and state was ironic and bitter, though he was educated at a religious school. And while his novels attacked conventional Christian institutions at the depths of his heart, as in the core of every person’s being – France had faith in the Almighty and innate goodness of man.

Analysis: Anatole France identifies with his main character Barnabas (Our lady’s Juggler) using the following defense mechanisms:

1. Repression. His subconscious compelled him to write against religious norms as a result of his repressed anger on the church and conventional Christian institutions. The story pointed it plainly that Barnabas suffered in silence.

2. Compensation – Barnabas lamented about his ignorance. To make-up, he settled for something less. He could not compose writ…

The Curse of Eve

The Curse of Eve


Food strengthens and energizes me – in body and spirit. Not just for the moment, but even the memories of food eaten with kindred spirits of the past keep my heart attuned with the world, and help me to see a brighter place.

When I was younger, I was trained by my Dad to eat well, despite my being skinny. Let me add, being skinny did not mean that I wasn’t healthy. In fact, I was very healthy and strong, and I could compete with any boy who was my age. Sometimes I lose, and sometimes I won. But for a girl like me, just competing – and winning – was enough to take my breath away.

It also made my Dad proud of me. And to keep me competitive, he gave me whatever food I desired. After class, we’d dine together, sometimes at the school canteen, other times at different restaurants. Usually, it was places we passed on the way home.

I was always happy when Dad and I ate together. Sometimes, it would be just the two of us. Especially when my Mom had meetings at the s…

Ispiritu sa Cake

Posted December 28, 2009

Ispirito Sa Cake

Pag-aari ng pamiliyang Santos ang Bakery 1528.

Ang pamilyang Santos ay may tatlong anak. Si Mayra at Clara ay anak ni Criselda sa unang asawa, at si Diana, ang pinakabata, ay ang tunay na anak ni Domingo. Balo si Domingo. Ang ina ni Diana ang dating nagmamay-ari ng Bakery 1528.

“Tatay, ano po ba ang hulma ng cake na gagawin ko para bukas sa anniversary?”

“Bahala ka anak, basta kulay puti ang gusto ng mag-asawang Zoan.”

“Ah sige po. Marahil ay hugis puso ang gagawin ko para sa kanila.”

“Mabuti pa nga.”

“Ang arte arte mo naman, tatanong-tanong ka pa, e ikaw din pala ang sasagot sa tanong mo,” ang pasaring na bulong ni Myra.

“Ano ba ang gusto mo Ate?”

“Ewan!” Pasigaw ni Myra.

Si Clara naman ay kain ng kain ng mga panindang tinapay sa bakery, habang pinupuno ni Criselda ang plato ng iba’t – ibang masasarap na pastry at mga tinapay.

“Myra, ano ang gusto mong ipa-bake kay Diana?”

“Mommy, gusto ko po ng chocolate cake na maraming bulaklak.”

Sige…

Painting

December 22, 2009

Painting

Painter si Allan. Maraming humahanga sa kanyang work of art. Pati sa mga kumpetisyon ay lagi siyang panalo.

“Naku, kailangan makabuo ako ng isang magandang entry para sa contest sa katapusan ng buwan, Nay.”

“Kaya mo ‘yan anak! Umisip ka muna ng magandang tema na makapaghihikayat ng atensyon tulad ng dati mong ginagawa.”

“Tama kayo, Nay. Ano kaya ang pwede kong tema, Nay?”

“Isipin nating mabuti.”

Sa katapusan ng buwan ay “Friendship Day.”

“Oo nga – e di ang tungkol na lang sa pagkakaibigan, anak.

“Nay, tama, Nay! “Friends Forever, Friends Forever – yan ang gagawin ko.”

“Okey, okey anak, simulan mo kaagad!”

Kinabukasan bumili ng mga art materials si Allan. Water color, canvass, brush at iba pa. Masayang masaya siya halos kandarapa pagdating ng bahay.

“Allan, ano ka ba, madadapa ka ng pagmamadali mo. Pati yang salamin mo bumagsak tuloy.”

“Wala ‘yon Nay, kailangan ko kasing mai-submit itong painting ko bago matapos ang buwan.”

Sinimulan ni Allan ang pagpip…

A Love That Breaks the Age of Glass Into Pieces

A Love That Breaks the Age of Glass Into Pieces


Love can’t be what it isn’t

You cannot swear by anything without love

And the Cross


You cannot push it and no one can dictate
About it

You cannot tell stories without authenticity
Even in fiction

It is only in an art form that love sees
Itself.



Love is you and I together

Kissing each others soul

And touching what is only for you and me



I cannot be so tactful in love

Because my love would let you die

Longing for my breath


You would dream of me

And seek me

More than your body would need

My warmth



No other woman would draw you logic

Except, I

Who loved you, and saw you naked

In all forms


I would break the age of glass into pieces

And taste your tongue

When all that wine spills

I will let it bathe me


So my tears will fill the rivers

And parched lands

And we would glory in the rain


Our wills can be one, but only in love

Because I cannot be a hollow mind

And you can’t give me what I ask


The poems of Nizar Qabanni

The poems of Rilke

The poems…

Chat

CHAT

Alas dose ng hatinggabi: Chat time naming ni Bruce.

Antok na ‘ko hintay ko pa rin siya. Wala kasi ‘kong lagging kausap. Ewan ko nga kung bakit ako nagityangang makipag-usap sa isang taong hindi ko pa nakikita. Feeling ko kasi, napakabait niya.

Minsan nagkaroon ako ng ga-daigdig na problema. Akala ko ‘nun magbibiti na ‘ko. Bumagsak kasi ako sa Forensic subject namin. Hiyang-hiya ako sa bahay. “Lam kasi ng lahat iskolar ako. Pero si Bruce – binigyan niya ako ng pag-asa. Hindi niya ako kinutya at hinusgahan sa nakuha kong mababang grade sa iskwela.

Buzz!

Ayan na si Bruce.

“How are you?” (Kumusta ka?) bungad sa ‘kin.

“I’m good.” (Mabuti ako.) And you? (Ikaw?)

Ganyan kami mag-usap ni Bruce.

Amerikano si Bruce kaya “speaking in dollars kami. Tuwing chat time namin, okay lang ako ng okay kasi hindi ako masyadong magaling sa Ingles – tapos tamad pa akong magsulat … Pero, feel ko si Bruce.

Ikinukuwento ko siya sa aking mga kaibigan. Sabi nila, nasisiraan na raw ako ng bait k…