Colegio de la Purisima Concepcion

Roxas City

College of Eduction

Academic Year 2019-2020: Second Semester

Module in Lit. 4 (Contemporary, Popular and Emergent Literature)

Module 1 Title: 21st Century Literature Famous Writers and their Works

Lesson 1 Topic: Danton R. Remoto

Give at least 10 facts about Danton Remoto

• Danton Remoto is a writer from Region 3, born on March 25, 1963 in Basa Air base Pampanga.

• He studied in ADMU were he was an ASEAN scholar, attained his AB Interdisciplinary Studies in the
year 1983 and his MA English Lit in year 1989.

• He worked as a reporter, editor, writer and columnist for the Philippine Press from 1989.

• He also taught full-time at the Ateneo de Manila University from 1986 to 2009, then he later worked
as a communications analyst UN development program.

• Remoto was the recipient of several cultural and literary award and recognition.

• In 1979, Remoto won the ASEAN prize for essay writing, won the PLAC Award for poetry in year 1986,
and a winner in Palanca Awards for essay writing.

• He was a three time Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) awardee for poetry, two time in year 1989
and one time in year 1990 awardee of the Stirling District Arts Council Award for Poetry and Short
writing.

• Remoto became the Procyon Prize winner for poetry in the year 1993, received the Cultural Center
Awards for film and video for screen play of the documentary House of the Crescent Moon and for the
film The Last Parian.

• In 2004, he obtaine the Philippine Free Press Award for essay writing, became an awardee of National
Commission on Culture and Arts Award for poetry translation in 2006 and was granted the Philippine
Graphic magazines Nick Joaquin Award for short story writing in 2007.

• He is the chairman of emeritus of Ang Ladlad,a lesbian, gay, bisexsual, and a transgerder political party
on the Philipines.
In not more than 10 sentences, summarize the story.

Title: THE HEART OF SUMMARY

• The family rented a house owned by the mayor's mistress in a subdivision in Antipolo Hills.

• His father is an engineer and his mother is a suitor in playing piano.

• In summer, his mother left everyday for her piano tutorials, so he experienced doing the household
chores alone and studying for summer classes he'd attended in university.

• In the blue hour before dusk, he would pick up a red plastic pail and walk five houses away to the
street corner to fetch water.

• When he was fetching the water from the fire water hydrant, he saw a man, and told him to fetch the
water first and the boy surreptitiously look at the man.

• They introduced themselves but the boy was afraid that if they talk ti much to each other he might
confess that he likes him.

• The nextday, he enrolled at the University with two courses, Business Statistics and Financial
Accounting because his father said that that course can make them rich, but the only thing he wanted to
do is to draw.

• On his way home, while riding on the bus, he is reading a book when he saw Rene, he looked stressed
and when the boy saw him, he want to comfort Rene but a man with halitosis sat beside him.

• As he was sitting on the front yard, he is imaginating some features of men, then he opened the door
and noticed the people started to be tensed because of the first rain of May or Aguabde Mayo.

• After playing in the rain, he cleanse his body and change into fresh clothes, then he look for his oslo
paper to sketch Rene, but Lucy told him that Rene will join his mother at states. The Boy continued to
live and Love Rene even if they're nit with each other.

Identify and discuss the theme of the literary pieces that you read.

Answer: The theme of the story of what I have read entitled The Heart of Summer is all about Love of a
Man for another Man. It seems that whiles he was fetching a water from the fire hydrant, he saw Rene
and maybe I can say that it was "Love at first sight" because the boy suddenly felt something to Rene in
just that easily. His love to Rene made lasts even if they are not with each other and it is so hard for him
to love a man which they have the same gender.

In the beginning there was always mist shrouding and blurring the edges of things untouched by
clovenness, water and skyknew nothing of horizons; land and air rootlessness and sleep. In the
beginning the void stirred awake from itself, rememberingto dream of difference. Out of this wish two
beings churned loose , and arose:TungkungLangit, omnipotent Lord of the sky,and his wife, Alunsina.
She was his lilting consolation as he was her all: at sunrise,he returned from his laborsat creationto find
her singing beside a pondwhich had been her desire turned to water.

He loved her enough bequeath her this one power: a gilt of crystal grief and pain that grew lucent in her
breastand flowed shimmering to her lips. As she sang, she strummed the water’s anxious skin with her
fingers, and he felt the cool touch of ripples spreading faintly from his brow to his mind’s very bottom.
But still, Tungkung Langit alone wielded heaven’s towering staff, for he was lord over all that cowered in
its shadow. Alunsina thought little of its massiveness that was his shape, but of what hid there while he
was not looking, she had mastered the trick of seeing the space between his stares as he searched for
more emptiness to fill, more black regions to banish from his sight that craved light and more light. She
had feltthe doubt in his limbs as they tore apart ancient waters from their springs had heard the muffled
sigh in his breath as it blew outheaving mist like a candle whose flame was darkness. And so, when he
told her in the brilliant clasp of sunrise how her songs tired him so, how darkly woeful he found them as
depths that lurked wanton under the formless words that he despised she knew more than he did of
the folly inside his heart. While Tungkung Langitwas stern- eyed blowing fire into the sun’s from the sky
which had been her home. At first he thought it refreshing not to listen to her songs, not to find her
lying on her side by crystal ponds that cooled the air of celestial palaces. But soon, he was weary of the
heat sputtering from within his fervent imaginings. Soon he craved her fingers to put out the flame on
his brow to heal the gap leering at him from within the binding magnificence of his mind. In his solitude
her absence spoke to him more loudly than any creation he could ordain! Fire frantic by her loss he
sought her from the bottom of the surface of things he had caused: from sunrise to sunrise, from order
to order, light to more light in the universe of his own proud invention. She was not there. And so he
remembered, who she was: Alunsina who haunted everything he had shaped as shadow haunted light.
He threw the pall of his sorrow over half of the sky leaving only a hole through which he might see her
and the glint of countless pinpricks to guide her home. But she remained lost to him the way dewwas
lost to he newly formed earth in the haze of the very first sunset. And then, he gathered her liquid
sadness from all the ponds she had orphaned in her wake and cast it into the hollows down below.
Perched on the crest of a rainbow, Tungkung Langit wept a rain full of life that took root everywhere it
fell: on land it crept, through air it flew, and across the ocean it swam, all in the same fitful rhythm of
loss . He pressed his mouth to the soil where quivered flowered sighing their mottled fragrance into his
face. For all this he only grew more forlorn: she was nowhere in the exuberance for which he was
everywhere called Almighty by the progeny he had enfleshed. If only they knew the formless grief
enwombing him, the pain whence they themselves had throbbed within his heart’s seething mist!

After staying in a fire-lit cave where his longing had moved the fingers of an upright creature across a
wall, Tungkung Langit lifted himself up to the evening. He would have thought the moonlit sky beautiful
had he not noticed the glimmer of ripples over the surface of a freeze-blown sea. For a moment he
could see her lying across the horizon, her head resting on a hand while the other strummed the water’s
trembling skin. She would seem to be singing to waves that rushed headlong to shore as if desiring
seamlessness. From across the sea he called her name an eternity of times into the rising wind, Alunsina,

Alunsina. But no sooner had he spoken than she vanished as the foam swirling lucent among storm-
swept rocks.