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May 2023
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APPROVAL SHEET
Literature Instructor
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Dean, School of Education
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
always been there for me and have given me love, support, and financial help in
I'd also like to thank our professor, Sir James for his consistent support of
my studies, as well as for his understanding, inspiring words, and passion. His
that, sir.
Thank you, Our heavenly Father, Jesus Christ for giving me the ability to
explore things with wisdom, patience, dedication, and knowledge; for guiding me
through all of the challenges I've encountered; and for giving me the willpower to
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DEDICATION
encourage one another, and offer advice while we work on our books.
To, our All-Powerful God, who also given me the fortitude, commitment,
and discernment to finish this work. I have nothing without him. I Greatly
appreciate it.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
TITLE PAGE i
APPROVAL SHEET ii
ACKNOWLEDGMENT iii
DEDICATION iv
INTRODUCTION
Objectives
CONTENT
Short Story 3
Essay 3
Poetry 3
Drama 3
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Oral Lore from Pre-Colonial Times (1564)
Hinilawod 4-11
Anonymous
(Literary Analysis) 12-13
Bantugan 28-29
Anonymous
(Literary Analysis) 30-31
El Felibusterismo 37-41
Dr. Jose Rizal
(Literary Analysis) 42
El Renacimiento 49-50
Fernando Ma. Guerrero,Teodoro M. Kalaw, and Rafael Palma
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(Literary Analysis) 51-52
I am a Filipino 93-96
Dr. Jose Rizal
(Literary Analysis) 97
Geyluv 140-143
Honorio De Dios
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(Literary Analysis) 144-145
Bonsai 180-181
Edith Tiempo
(Literary Analysis) 182-183
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REFERENCES 187
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INTRODUCTION
Philippine literature from its inception to the present. It introduces students to the
evolution of literary sub genres that reflect Filipino culture and values. This book
literature via debate and study of various literary genres and features.
The literature of the Philippines reflects the country's rich history and
contemporary periods, each with its own set of themes, techniques, and
identity and nationalism. It delves into patriotism, the struggle for independence,
social justice, and the experiences and ambitions of the Filipino people.
linguistic, and social factors that shape Philippine literature, as well as its impact
Objectives
them a thirst for knowledge and a love of their homeland and the
natural world, traits that would eventually make them into capable,
and developed over time. As time went on, new genres emerged, with these
literary creations coming from all over the world and evoking that region's culture,
Short Story - All writings about the Philippines, from prehistory to colonial relics
Philippine literature, which originated as an oral tradition, was passed down from
with a particular topic from a broad and often personal standpoint. A literary
analysis is a shorter, less formal, less systematic literary output that analyzes,
a particular emotional response using language chosen and structured for its
a prose play that was outlawed for a variety of reasons; it is commonly known as
of Halawod.
Her decision angered her other suitors. They plotted to bring harm to the
god
of the plains, where a decision by those present was made to destroy Halawod
Malaynon, the goddess and guardian of happy homes and sister of Alunsina,
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who learned of the evil plot and warned the two so they were able to seek refuge
promptly made an altar and burned some alanghiran fronds and a pinch of
kamangyan. When the ceremony was over he opened the windows of the north
side of the room and a cold northernly wind came in and suddenly the three
infants were transformed into strong, handsome young men. Labaw Donggon,
the eldest of the three, asked his mother to prepare his magic cape, hat, belt and
The journey took several days. He walked across plains and valleys,
climbed up mountains until he reached the mouth of the Halawod river. When he
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finally met the maiden’s father and asked for her hand in marriage, the father
journey home. The moment they arrived home Labaw Donggon told his mother
to take care of his wife because he is taking another quest, this time he was
Before he can get to the place he has to pass a ridge guarded by a giant
named Sikay Padalogdog who has a hundred arms. The giant would not allow
Gadlum to ask for the hand of Malitong Yawa Sinagmaling Diwata who is
Saragnayan, the lord of darkness.This trip required him to use his biday
nga inagta
for many months, went across the region of the clouds, and passed the land of
stones until finallyhe reached the shores of Tulogmatian which was the seaside
Diwata.”
impossible to grant because she was his wife. Labaw Donggon then challenged
Saragnayan to a duel saying that whoever wins will have her.The challenge was
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under water for seven years, but when he let go of him, Saragnayan was still
alive. The latter uprooted a coconut tree and started beating Labaw Donggon
with it. He survived the beating but was not able to surpass the powers of
Durunuun both delivered sons. Angoy Ginbitinan’s child was named Aso Mangga
and Abyang Durunuun’s son was called Abyang Baranugon. Only a few days
after they were born, Aso Mangga and Abyang Baranugon embarked to look for
their father. They rode their sailboats through the region of eternal darkness,
passed the region of the clouds and the land of stones, finally reaching
cord have not yet been removed, he laughed and told the child to go home to his
mother.
Darkness also angered his brothers. Humadapnon was so enraged that he swore
aid of Buyong Matanayon of Mount Matiula who was well-known for his skill in
swordsmanship. For their journey they rode on a sailboat called biday nga
rumba-rumba. They travelled through the region of the clouds, passed by the
this place was a ridge called Talagas Kuting-tang where a seductive sorceress
with him but the latter refused. After seven months passed, Buyong Matanayon
remembered that they have brought with them some ginger. One evening at
dinner time Buyong Matanayon threw seven slices of ginger into the fire. When
Pinganun smelled the odor of burning ginger she left the dinner table because
Humadapnon, who became unconscious. He dragged his friend with him and
They continued with their trek and everywhere they went they exacted
revenge on all of Saragnayan’s people and relatives. One day they reached a
place called Piniling Tubig who was ruled by Datu Umbaw Pinaumbaw. There
was a big gathering in the village and when they asked what was going on they
were told that the datu was giving his daughter for marriage to whoever could
remove the huge boulder that rolled from a mountain into the center of the
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village. Many men tried their luck but no one so far was able to even move the
stone.
Humadapnon took off his magic cape and used it to lift the stone and
threw it back into the mountain. The datu kept his word and Humadapnon
married his daughter. During the wedding feast Humadapnon heared about the
After the wedding Humadapnon went to seek the hand of the goddess in
marriage. Along the way he encountered Buyong Makabagting, son of the mighty
Datu Balahidyong of Paling Bukid who was also travelling with the same purpose
Humadapnon’s strength and skill. The fight ended when Buyong Makabagting
and relatives his brother Dumalapdap left for Burutlakan-ka-adlaw where the
narrow ridge leading to the place where the maiden lived.With the aid of
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the palace where the maiden lived he was confronted by Uyutang, a bat-like
monster with sharp poisonous claws. There ensued a bloody battle between the
Dumalapdap and the monster. They fought for seven months and their skill and
prowess seemed to be equal. But on the seventh month, Dumalapdap was able
to grab on to Uyutang’s ankle and broke it. Then he took his iwang daniwan
(magic dagger) and stabbed Uyutang under the armpit. Uyutang cried out so loud
that the ridge where they were fighting broke into two and there was an
earthquake. Half of the ridge became the island of Buglas (Negros) and the other
LITERARY ANALYSIS
HINILAWOD
Anonymous
The part of the epic where Datu Paubari and Alusina flee from people who
want to hurt them because of her choice of husband and how it enrages the other
harmed when there is a ceremony for triplets and when it is over the priest
performs a ritual at his residence in which the triplets are changed into powerful,
attractive young men. The final occasion was when their family came together
one more, and their father Datu paubari hosted a feast in their honor. What I
dislike about this epic is how the other gods attempted to defeat Alunsina by
using her, and when they failed, they intended to destroy the newlyweds Datu
Paubari and Deity Alunsina. And when Saragnayan defeated Labaw Donggon in
a duel for the woman Malitong Yawa Sinagmaling Diwata, Labaw Donggon gave
up since he could not defeat Saragnayan because its amulet was powerful, and
The three brothers in this tale are demigods, and their mother is the
goddess of the eastern sky Alunsina. The father of the triplets, datu Paubari, is
the great leader of Halawod in this tale. As happened to Alunsina, the god of
kings commanded that she marry, and all the single gods competed for her hand
puberty. Through their amulets, they gain strength. For example, Labaw
Donggong is highly strong because to his amulets and skill, while Saragnayan is
similarly difficult to beat due to his amulets. Similar to what happened with the
triplets, they must battle in this epic to win the woman's hand and prove their love
for her.
For me, the author's desired outcome was realized. The epic was clearly
conveyed by the author. According to legend, the Hinilawod is an epic poem from
central Panay, Philippines' Sulodin, where the country's first inhabitants lived.
The phrase "Tales from the Mouth of the Halawod River" appears in the title
and Dumalaplap, the three sulodnon DemiGod brothers, are primarily featured in
From what I've seen in social media and from the epic itself, I will claim
that this study is well-researched. It would take around three days to perform the
epic in its original form. It is one of the world's longest epics as a result. The right
interpretation of Hinilawod or Tales from the Mouth of the Halawod River is that
real love endures forever and triumphs despite all obstacles. According to what
I've read, the epic narrates the tale of a goddess who wed a mortal and the
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couple named Don Juan and
already speak. He wanted his name to be Lam-ang. And he was the one who
is in the mountain to settle his feud with a group of Igorots there,” said his
mother.
comes back?”
lonely mother
Igorots. He was seething with anger when he woke up. He decided to follow his
father to the mountain. He was then nine months old, when he reached the
Igorot's village, he saw them dancing around the head of his father that was on
top of a thin bamboo pole. In his rage, he fought all the Igorots and slew them all,
including the leader of the group whom he tortured first before he killed.
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he took a bath with his lady friends scrubbing his body of dirt and blood that
Kannoyan and fell in love with her. He went to Ines' place to court her taking with
him his white rooster and his favorite dog. When he arrived at her house, he was
white rooster expressed Lam-ang's feelings for Ines Kannoyan. “My master,
Kannoyan.
surpassed Ines' family's wealth. Then they were married and they lived happily.
Years passed and came Lam-ang's turn to catch a fish known as "rarang".
Lam-ang, however, felt that he would be killed by a "berkahan" (a kind of fish that
belonged to the shark family) once he set out to catch a "rarang". But he had to
do his duty and one night, he sailed out to the sea. He was killed by a "berkahan"
way to bring Lam-ang back to life again. Ines Kannoyan paid a deep-sea diver to
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locate all the bones of Lam-ang under the sea. The diver found all the bones very
easily and Ines put them together. Then, together with Lam-ang's white rooster
and favorite dog, she held prayer vigils every night, until one day, Lam-ang came
LITERARY ANALYSIS
Biag ni Lam-Ang
Anonymous
The traits and virtues of Filipinos are shown in the epic Biag ni Lam-Ang.
The fact that this great epic is a reflection of our ancestors, especially the
Ilocanos who wrote this imaginative work during the pre-Spanish period, is that
the traits, attitudes, and beliefs are all shown in it. It stands for unwavering
vastness and heroism of the tale are infused with idealistic vision and fantasy.
the son of Don Juan and Namungan Panganiban. Because of his extraordinary
powers, he is loved and feared by the populace alike. He was born in a common
manner. Shortly after his birth, he can speak. Lam Ang had grown tremendously,
which was very amazing. By the time he was nine months old, he was both
peculiar spirit that enabled him to defeat the numerous Igorots by himself.
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Although it was a challenging task because many others had tried but
failed to capture the valuable shellfish, Lam Ang's bravery was displayed to the
everything in his power to justify his desire to wed Ines Cannuyan in his love life.
The epic highlights the value of family in the first place. Lam Ang's love for
his family was unselfish as he searched for his father. He also shown his
leadership skills by defending the people of Nalbuan against Igorot takeover. The
story emphasizes Lam Ang's rivalry with other suitors. Before meeting
Sumarang, an enthusiastic suitor of Ines, Lam Ang battled and killed a lot of
monsters after falling in love with her. It only serves as an example of how
dedication. Finally, Biag ni Lam Ang depicts the real Ilocos in a fantastic way to
all Filipinos.
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and other animals it could reach. It was called Kurita. It lived partly on land and
with razor-edge claws. Its feet were covered with steel-hard scales. Whenever
this monster flew, its wings covered the sun and produced darkness akin to
midnight. It haunted the regions east of Mindanao. It had its abode on top of
While he was preparing, Indarapatra gave him a ring and a kris. Then taking a
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land completely in ruins. Not a human being was seen anywhere. A little while,
Sulayman felt the mountain shaking beneath him. Kurita appeared and attacked
the young warrior. Sulayman drew his kris and fought back. The struggle was
long and bloody. In the end, Sulayman was able to conquer Kurita.
purpose to fight the monster. Tarabusaw broke big branches of trees and
assailed Sulayman. The young warrior parried the blows and returned the attack.
At last Tarabusaw became exhausted. Seeing this, Sulayman gave the monster
a heavy blow with his sword. The blade found its way through Tarabusaw’s
armpit. The monster gave a horrible cry and fell. As it lay dying, it looked up to
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Sulayman and congratulated the youthful hero. The latter, however, answered.
“Your evil deeds are responsible for your death and not my skill in combat.”
devastation than that in Kabalalan and Matutum. Not a human being remained—
all of them were either devoured by the man-eating monsters or had fled for
Suddenly the world became dark. He looked up and he saw a huge bird
descending upon him. He knew he was in danger. He took his sword and struck
limbs.
Indarapatra cried with grief. He looked for vines with which he could tie
together the bones of his brother because he decided to bring these back to
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Mantapuli. However, he saw a jar of water not far from him. He knew that the jar
came from the sky. So he reached for it and poured its content over the scattered
bones of Sulayman.
Sulayman stood up, rubbed his eyes as though he had just awakened
Gurayu. There he met the dreadful bird that had seven heads. He conquered this
Having vanquished the monster, Indarapatra looked for the inhabitants of the
place. He was about to give up, after several days of futile search, when he saw
a beautiful maiden near a spring. He walked toward her. But the maiden
suddenly disappeared.
saw at a distance a pot of uncooked rice and a big fire. Hard pressed by hunger,
he went near the fire. He sat over the fire and placed the pot on his knees to
while the other was speaking in a hushed voice: “What a powerful man this
encounters with the monsters and how the people went into hiding. After a while,
the old woman led Indarapatra to the cave where the people had gathered. There
the young man saw the beautiful girl he met near the spring but who disappeared
before he could talk to her. Indarapatra related his adventures and that of his
brother. He told the people to go back to their homes because the monsters were
all vanquished. The people rejoiced to hear the news. They all went out and
returned to their farms. The chief gave his daughter to Indarapatra in marriage.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Indarapata at Sulayman
Unkown
This epic was all about King Indarapatra's brother Sulayman's battle with
the monsters. And this is the epic's conclusion:A long, long time ago, Mindanao
was covered with water, and the sea flooded all the lowlands, leaving just the
mountains protruding from it visible. The nation was teeming with people, and the
highlands were filled with villages and settlements. For many years, the people
thrived. Suddenly, four horrible monsters appeared in the land, devouring every
human being they could find. Kurita, a terrible creature with many limbs, lived
partly on land and partly on sea, but its favorite haunt was the mountain where
the rattan palm grew, and here it brought utter destruction on every living thing.
Tarabusaw, the second monster, was an ugly creature in the shape of a man that
lived on Mt. Matutum and consumed people far and wide from there, laying
The third was a giant bird named Pah, which was so large that it blocked
the sun and brought darkness to the planet when it flew. Its egg was the size of a
house. The fourth monster was similarly a terrifying bird, with seven heads and
the ability to see in all directions at the same time. Its haunt was Mt. Bita, and the
only humans who escaped its voracity were those who hid in the mountain
caves. Mt. Gurayan was its home, and like the others, it wreaked havoc on the
region. The death and destruction inflicted by these awful monsters was so
tremendous that word eventually travelled even to the most distant places. -
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and all nations grieved to hear the sadfate of Mindanao.Now far across the sea, in
the land of the golden sunset, was a city so great that tolook at its many people
would injure the eyes of men. When tidings of these greatdisasters reached this
distant city, the heart of King Indarapatra was filled withcompassion, and he called his
brother, Sulayman, and begged him to preserve Mindanao from the monsters.
Sulayman listened to the account and was filled with pity as he heard it. "I will
go," zealand eagerness adding to his strength, "and the land shall be avenged,"
ring and a sword as he wished him success and safety. Then he planted a young
sapling outside his window and told Sulayman, "By this tree, I shall know your
fate from the hour you depart from here, for if you live, it will live; but if you die, it
will also die." So Sulayman left for Mindanao, and he did not travel or use a boat.,
but flew through the air and landed on the rattan-growing mountain. He stood on the summit,
looking about on all sides. He peered across the land and settlements but saw nothing living.
And he wept and called out, "Alas, how pitiful and dreadful is this devastation!"
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younger brother so he
does will be given a punishment. Prince Bantugan got ill anddied in the door of the
The king and princess of the kingdom were shocked when they sawthe
corpse of a stranger. The parrot told that it was their master Prince Bantugan
after they knewthat it was him they told it to King Madali. They brought the body
of Prince Bantugan into theKingdom of Bumbaran. King Madali seeing the body
of his brother, blaming himself for the death ofPrince Bantugan. Even though his
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heart is full of envy to his brother he loved him so much, so hedecided to get the
soul of his brother from the angel of death. After he got the soul of his
brother,King Madali reached their kingdom then he transferred the soul of Prince
Bantugan back to his bodythen the prince was alive as if just awakened from a
deep sleep. King Madali and the kingdomcelebrated the return of their prince.
The men of King Miskoyaw attack the Kingdom Of Bumbaran but Prince
Bantugan defeatedthem all and saved the kingdom. The Kingdom Of Bumbaran
discontinued the celebration then KingMadali lost his envy to his younger brother.
Later Prince Bantugan arid Princess Datimbang and lived happily for long years.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Bantugan
Anonymous
story of King Madali and his younger brother, Prince Bantugan, who live in the
Kingdom of Bumbaran.
maidens. This instills envy in King Madali, prompting him to issue an edict
punishment.
Seas, tragedy strikes. The corpse is discovered by the kingdom's good king and
beautiful princess, who learn his identity from a talking parrot. They inform King
Madali, who is filled with grief and self-blame after witnessing his brother's body.
Despite his envy for his brother, King Madali sets out on a journey to
reclaim Prince Bantugan's soul from the angel of death. He successfully obtains
the soul and returns it to the Kingdom of Bumbaran, where it is reunited with
short when King Miskoyaw learns that his brother has died. The land of
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celebration in order to handle King Miskoyaw's threat. King Madali's envy fades
brother's qualities. After then, Prince Bantugan and Princess Datimbang live
and brotherly love. It features archetypes such as the envious king, the heroic
prince, and the wise princess. The story also includes mystical elements, such as
an angel of death and a talking parrot, which add to its mythological nature.
with the restoration of harmony and happiness. The plot is around the effects of
envy, the power of love and forgiveness, and the triumph of good over evil.
folklore and legend, providing readers with an engaging tale that explores
one of the friars, Father Dámaso, becomes angry at Ibarra’s arrival. After the
party, Ibarra learns that his father, Don Rafael, died while in prison and Father
Dámaso had his corpse exhumed and removed from the Christian cemetery
(i.e., dumped into a river). The dramatic tension between Ibarra and Dámaso
progressive ideals to make life better for the citizens of San Diego. After
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meeting with a school teacher, Ibarra’s first act is to build a school. While he
gains support from the local government, the religious order within the town
views the project with suspicion. They begin to see Ibarra as a threat to their
power—with Dámaso in particular seeing him as a rival who must be put in his
place.
to drive the two apart and eventually achieves. He arrives uninvited to a dinner
party hosted by Ibarra and dishonors the memory of his late father, which baits
the latter into retaliation. Ibarra physically attacks Dámaso, holding him at knife
point and threatening to kill him. María-Clara intervenes and prevents Ibarra
from completing the deed, but the damage is done. As punishment for the
annulled.
intercedes on Ibarra’s behalf. Once again, Dámaso and his colleague Father
Salví are disgruntled and see the Captain General’s respect for Ibarra as a
threat to their power. Salví’s role in the novel becomes more prominent after
this incident, as he works on a scheme to take down Ibarra once and for all.
underground, he is able to warn Ibarra of the attempts to have him framed and
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killed. Their friendship is unusual as they are not of the same class, but they
have mutual respect for each other—and this respect enables them to
Through no fault of his own, Ibarra’s life is turned upside down by the
same forces that claimed the life of his father. As the novel comes to a close,
the progress that Ibarra advocated for is put on hold. However, Dámaso suffers
a private defeat as María-Clara holds a secret against him, one that would
destroy his reputation in town. Dámaso is eventually moved out of San Diego
and with him out of the way, the possibility of reform is made more possible
than ever.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Noli Me Tangere
Dr. Jose Rizal
national hero and the first Asian nationalist. On June 19, 1861, he was born to a
Manila and received numerous literary accolades and prizes. In 1877, he earned
Tomas for a time before moving to Spain to attend the Central University of
Filipino polymath, nationalist, and the country's most renowned reform advocate
during the Spanish colonial era. He is regarded as the Philippines' national hero,
and the anniversary of his death is marked by a national holiday known as Rizal
Day. Rizal became a martyr of the Philippine Revolution after his military trial and
execution in 1896.
is that it was written by our national hero, Jose Rizal, who was not only a hero
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but also a valiant martyr and an inspiration to all young people. His book
provided the impetus for the Filipinos' impending power to seek freedom and
national identity and awareness. Rizal's book, Noli Me Tangere, and its sequel,
El Filibusterismo, caused a lot of noise and have gone down in history. In 1956,
Congress passed Republic Act 1425, sometimes known as the Rizal Law, which
mandated that the novel be taught in all levels of Philippine schools. Noli me
For us, "Noli Me Tangere" was written for power, to feed people's thirst for
change and liberation. The novel is a fictional story, but it reveals the hidden
facts of the colonial government's and the Catholic Church's corruption and
many Filipinos who were opposed to Spanish colonial rule and aspired to
democratic liberties. It also perfectly demonstrated the harsh truth about how we,
Filipinos, have historically faced slavery. Spaniards are corrupted and abused. It
was an indirect spark that ignited the flames of revolution, a wake-up call for all
peaceful" relationship with the Spaniards. Noli Me Tangere gave us power; it was
the germ that inspired us to quit being ignorant and to seek independence and
freedom. Rizal's literature was created to spark the burgeoning nationalism that
Basilio, is below deck. The wealthy Spaniards sit above deck, while the vast
majority of the ship, Filipino and Chinese passengers, sit below deck. Basilio is a
medical student and speaking with his friend, Isagani. Simoun comes down and
speaks with the two students; he invites them to have beer with him. They
decline, but Isagani goes above deck to speak to his uncle. There, the reader
learns of legends about the Pasig River, specifically the legend about Ibarra’s
death.
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the novel. He’s worked hard to obtain a parcel of land, farm it, and become
successful, but a local friar claims the land for the Church and forces him to pay
land; he flees and becomes a bandit, and his daughter becomes a servant. His
daughter, Julí, is to wed Basilio, as he’s able to repay the debt she owes and free
One evening, Basilio visits his mother’s grave near the mausoleum on the
former Ibarra estate. Simoun appears, and Basilio startles him when he
recognizes Simoun as Crisóstomo Ibarra. Ibarra and Basilio know each other
from the first novel, as Ibarra helped bury Basilio’s mother. Basilio’s brother
informs Basilio of his plan to sow resentment in the Filipino populace and
instigate a revolt against the Spanish government, especially the corrupt clergy.
Basilio has found comfort and hope through the patronage of Captain Tiago, and
doesn’t want to participate in Simoun’s plan. Simoun lets him go, assured that
patience is key, and that the system will eventually drive Basilio to him.
Makaraig, and Juanito Peláez suffer from the racial whims of their clerical
professors. They’re forced to memorize the contents of books rather than learn
their contents. Placido feels so discriminated against that he tells off his
professor and leaves. The other students form a Student Union that wishes to
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establish a Castilian Academy attached to the university, for the sole purpose of
teaching the Spanish language. The notion causes political concerns among the
Spanish, especially the clergy. Eventually, the Student Union’s plan is approved
with a major caveat, devised by Don Custodio: The academy will be established,
but it won’t be attached to the university, nor led by the Dominicans, but rather
the Franciscans. The students are unhappy with the result and meet to discuss it.
university are posted on the university gates. As a result, many students are
suspended or arrested; Basilio, Isagani, and Makaraig are all arrested. Everyone
is eventually set free, because their families can pay for their release, but
Simoun, Basilio is a changed man, no longer confident in the system, and joins
Simoun’s plan. Simoun wishes to free María Clara from the convent where she’s
been staying ever since she learned of his (Ibarra’s) death, but before he can
initiate his plan, he learns from Basilio that María Clara recently died. Simoun
Things slowly go back to normal, except Basilio remains aloof and Loses
his patron, Captain Tiago, to death. Student Juanito Peláez, the son of wealthy
merchant Timoteo Peláez, is able to win the hand of Paulita Gómez. Their
wedding is announced and Simoun, now healthy again, plans to use it to restart
used at the wedding. Using his reputation, he is also able to have many bags of
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dynamite placed under the house where the wedding reception will be held; the
lamp will explode, killing everyone in the room, and will ignite the dynamite to kill
those who try to escape. Cabesang Tales will then attack the city with his armed
bandits. Basilio is to help others secure bridges and kill anyone who opposes
their plan.
Captain Tiago’s old house. The upper echelons, including the Captain-General,
are present. Basilio sees Simoun leave the house, pale. Isagani passes by, and
Basilio warns him of what’s to come and runs away. Because Isagani and Paulita
used to be in love, Isagani rushes into the house, grabs the lamp, and throws it
have happened had a thief not taken the rigged lamp, course through Manila.
Isagani learns of what he hindered, and feels apologetic, as do others who would
have liked to have been rid of the people at the wedding party. Simoun is indicted
of sedition, but escapes; the Civil Guard tracks him down. He takes shelter with
Father Florentino (Isagani’s uncle) at the latter’s seaside retreat. Simoun learns
that the Civil Guard is coming for him and takes a vial of poison. He confesses to
Father Florentino who he is and tells him his history: After being falsely accused
of sedition, Ibarra fled with the help of a friend, Elías. He used some of his
family’s wealth, which Elías secured for him, to escape to Cuba where he fought
for both sides (Cuban and Spanish), accumulating wealth in the process. He
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became governor of the Philippines. Ibarra then used the Captain-General’s lust
for gold to influence him to incite injustice and inflame the Filipino people to
revolt. Father Florentino explains that Simoun failed because God could not
Simoun’s jewel case and tosses it into the sea because he doesn’t want the Civil
LITERARY ANALYSIS
El Filibusterismo
Dr. Jse Rizal
Filipinos felt that one of the novels that started the revolution was El
Spanish rule. El Filibusterismo is more than just a common story that we hear
understand what the objects and people signify. After reading El Filibusterismo
several times, we recognized that there are teachings that are still relevant now,
since we face the same challenges as we did before. The first thing that caught
our attention and captivated us was the way Rizal portrayed the steamship tabo.
The way the ship is divided into two halves, upper and lower decks, illustrates the
Today, we can interpret this as the rich being at the top and the poor being
at the bottom since they are not treated equitably. The ship was also described
as slow going, which depicts the country's gradual progress under Spanish
walls that cover the dirt and rust represent societal inequities and an undesirable
manner of controlling us that went unnoticed since the Spaniards used God's
name for their own purposes. Because there is no specific goal and purpose, the
circular design of the boat implies that there is no progress and that the
the ideal conduct and behavior expected of a middle-class and Christian family.
Thus in her letter to her younger siblings Felisa and Honesto, who remained in
Paombong, Urbana , who left for Manila to study, wrote not only of the need to
follow the values and norms found in Christian teacihing, but as importantly, to
observe the proper mode of conduct as one dealt with people in society. The
person underwent from birth to death both in the secular and spiritual realms.
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century but in the first half of the twentieth century as proven by the numerous
LITERARY ANALYSIS
Urbana at Felisa
Modesto de Castro
comprises the ideology of the devout woman, the ideology of motherhood and
domesticity, the ideology of purity, chastity, and virginity, and the ideology of
inferiority. It depicts Filipino habits and values such as respect for elders,
nunnery, and conservatism. Also, asking your elders before allowing a man to
To My Fellow Children
Dr. José Rizal
(English version of “Sa Aking mga Kababata”)
LITERARY ANALYSIS
To My Fellow Children
Dr. Jose Rizal
Jose Rizal wrote the poem "My Fellow Children" to urge young people to
use their talents and be the best they can be. He also wrote it to encourage
young people to be proud of who they are, with the first step being to speak or
The poem is about patriotism and love for our nation; it states that we
should be proud of our country and, more importantly, our language; it also
states that anyone who does not know how to speak our native tongue or
Dr. Jose Rizal penned the poem To the Filipino Young for the youth of the
Philippines. He hoped that Filipino youth would excel not only for their own
benefit, but also for the sake of the country. Dr. Jose Rizal advocated for Filipino
The moral that our hero Jose Rizal is aiming to instill in us through the
poem is that we should love our country because our forebears battled for us to
have our own country that was not subject to the authority of anyone else, and
El Renacimientp
(Published by :Fernando Ma. Guerrero, Teodoro M. Kalaw, and Rafael Palma)
(English version ‘The Rebirth’)
was printed in Manila until the 1940s by the members of the Guerrero de Ermita
The paper was first published on September 3, 1901, and was founded as a
struggle for sovereignty. The paper was openly critical of the United States'
The paper shut down due to official pressure after publishing an editorial
Don Martin Ocampo, who had been the business manager and principal owner,
"Aves de Rapiña" ("Bird of Prey"), which dealt with corruption in the colonial
government.
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The newspaper was sued for libel by Dean Conant Worcester, then-secretary of
Worcester allegedly used his position as interior secretary to profit from the sale
of diseased beef. He was also alleged to have profited from overpriced hotel
Worcester's lawsuit pushed the paper toward bankruptcy, which led to the
paper's closure. Kalaw and publisher Martin Ocampo were sentenced to prison.
Burton Harrison.
The essay has become part of the required reading list in Philippine
LITERARY ANALYSIS
El Renacimiento
Published by :Fernando Ma. Guerrero, Teodoro M. Kalaw, and Rafael Palma
This article illustrates how important the Spanish press was in the
Philippines during the last 30 years of Spanish colonial rule and the early period
the nineteenth century after the law of press was passed in 1883. This article
also emphasizes the political clout papers possessed and the threats that they
avoided censorship and dared to say what other parties did not. El Renacimiento
was a voice for Philippine national hero Jose Rizal and what they published in
“Our Wishes” were Rizalʼs wishes for his country. An analysis of articles in El
Renacimiento demonstrates that the censorship of the press was attenuated and
as an example for other newspapers that were founded during the beginning of
exert real power in Manila that influenced the government. The journal waged
brilliant battles, the most important from 1904 onwards in the form of public
through several articles, James A. LeRoyʼs statement about William H. Taft being
“the best and most influential friend of the Filipinos.” El Renacimiento, which had
become a potent political force, had stated that Taft showed himself in public to
LeRoy felt annoyed with the journal and decided to write a long letter to El
As this article makes clear, LeRoy used his defense of Taft as an excuse to
attack the enemies of American rule. In sum, El Renacimiento suffered real press
censorship and was forced to close in 1908, leading to the demise of publications
Dead Stars
Paz Marquez Benitez
tiled azotea where Don Julian and Carmen were busy puttering away among the
rose pots.
"I don't know yet. Alfredo is not very specific, but I understand Esperanza
wants it to be next
month."
He is over thirty, is he not? And still a bachelor! Esperanza must be tired waiting."
"She does not seem to be in much of a hurry either," Don Julian nasally
"How can a woman be in a hurry when the man does not hurry her?"
Carmen returned, pinching off a worm with a careful, somewhat absent air.
was?"
"With Esperanza, of course. He has not had another love affair that I know
of," she said with good-natured contempt. "What I mean is that at the beginning
Alfredo remembered that period with a wonder not unmixed with shame.
That was less than four years ago. He could not understand those months of a
great hunger that was not of the body nor yet of the mind, a craving that had
seized on him one quiet night when the moon was abroad and donnled shadow
of the trees in the plaza. man wooed maid. Was he being cheated by under the
dappled shadow of the trees in the plaza, man wooed maid. Was he being
cheated by life? Love--he seemed to have missed it. Or was the love that others
In those days love was, for him, still the eternal puzzle; for love, as he knew it,
well in his boyhood when something beautiful was going on somewhere and he
was trying to get there in time to see. "Hurry, hurry, or you will miss it," someone
had seemed to urge in his ears. So he had avidly seized on the shadow of Love
and
deluded himself for a long while in the way of humanity from time
Why would men so mismanage their lives? Greed, he thought, was what
the desire to crowd into a moment all the enjoyment it will hold, to squeeze
from the hour all the emotion it will yield. Men commit themselves when but half-
meaning to do so, sacrificing possible future fullness of ecstasy to the craving for
or of Fate.
"I supposed long-engaged people are like that; warm now, cool tomorrow.
I think they are oftener cool than warm. The very fact that an engagement has
affection--on the part of either, or both." Don Julian loved to philosophize. He was
talking now with an evident relish in words, his resonant, very nasal voice toned
down to monologue pitch. "That phase you were speaking of is natural enough
for a beginning. Besides, that, as I see it, was Alfredo's last race with escaping
figurative language.
Few certainly would credit Alfredo Salazar with hot blood. Even his friends had
amusedly diagnosed his blood as cool and thin, citing incontrovertible evidence.
Tall and slender, he moved with an indolent ease that verged on grace. Under
straight recalcitrant hair, a thin face with a satisfying breadth of forehead, slow,
humor, a fastidious artist with keen, clear brain. He rose and quietly went out of
the house. He lingered a moment on the stone steps; then went down the path
shaded by immature acacias, through the little tarred gate which he left swinging
back and forth, now opening, now closing, on the gravel road bordered along the
The gravel road narrowed as it slanted up to the house on the hill, whose wide,
open porches he could glimpse through the heat-shr ivelled tamarinds in the
Martinez yard. Six weeks ago that house meant nothing to him save that it was
the Martinez house, rented and occupied by Judge del Valle and his family. Six
weeks ago Julia Salas meant nothing to him; he did not even know her name; but
now--
One evening he had gone "neighboring" with Don Julian; a rare enough
with the Judge. This particular evening however, he had allowed himself to be
persuaded. "A little mental relaxation now and then is beneficial," the old man
had said. "Besides, a judge's good will, you know;" the rest of the thought--"is
worth a rising young lawyer's trouble"--Don Julian conveyed through a shrug and
A young woman had met them at the door. It was evident from the
excitement of the Judge's children that she was a recent and very welcome
arrival. In the characteristic Filipino way formal introductions had been omitted--
consequence that Alfredo called her Miss del Valle throughout the evening. He
was puzzled that she should smile with evident delight every time he addressed
her thus.
Later Don Julian informed him that she was not the Judge's sister, as he
had supposed, but his sister-in-law, and that her name was Julia Salas. A very
dignified rather austere name, he thought. Still, the young lady should have
corrected him. As it was, he was greatly embarrassed, and felt that he should
explain.
To his apology, she replied, "That is nothing, Each time I was about to
"A man named Manalang--I kept calling him Manalo. After the tenth time
or so, the young man rose from his seat and said suddenly, 'Pardon me, but my
"The best thing to do under the circumstances, I have found out," she pursued,
"is to pretend not to hear, and to let the other person find out his mistake without
help." "As you did this time. Still, you looked amused every time I--"
Don Julian and his uncommunicative friend, the Judge, were absorbed in a game
of chess. The young man had tired of playing appreciative spectator and
desultory conversationalist, so he and Julia Salas had gone off to chat in the
vine-covered porch. The lone piano in the neighborhood alternately tinkled and
irrelevantly if Miss Salas could sing; she had such a charming speaking voice. He
was mildly surprised to note from her appearance that she was unmistakably a
sister of the Judge's wife, although Doña Adela was of a different type altogether.
with wide brown eyes, clearly defined eyebrows, and delicately modeled hips--a
pretty woman with the complexion of a baby and the expression of a likable cow.
Julia was taller, not so obviously pretty. She had the same eyebrows and lips, but
she was much darker, of a smooth rich brown with underlying tones of crimson
the gravel road to the house on the hill. The Judge's wife invariably offered them
beer, which Don Julian enjoyed and Alfredo did not. After a half hour or so, the
chessboard would be brought out; then Alfredo and Julia Salas would go out to
the porch to chat. She sat in the low hammock and he in a rocking chair and the
hours--warm, quiet March hours--sped by. He enjoyed talking with her and it was
evident that she liked his company; yet what feeling there was between them
chanced to ask him indirectly about those visits did some uneasiness creep into
his thoughts of the girl next door. Esperanza had wanted to know if he went
straight home after mass. Alfredo suddenly realized that for several Sundays now
he had not waited for Esperanza to come out of the church as he had been wont
She dropped the topic. Esperanza was not prone to indulge in unprovoked
course, he loved his wife; if he were engaged, he could not possibly love another
woman.
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That half-lie told him what he had not admitted openly to himself, that he
was giving Julia Salas something which he was not free to give. He realized that;
yet something that would not be denied beckoned imperiously, and he followed
on. It was so easy to forget up there, away from the prying eyes of the world, so
easy and so poignantly sweet. The beloved woman, he standing close to her, the
He and Julia Salas stood looking out into the she quiet night. Sensing unwanted
Was he becoming a poet, or is there a poet lurking in the heart of every man?
"Down there," he had continued, his voice somewhat indistinct, "the road is too
"Down there" beyond the ancient tamarinds lay the road, upturned to the
stars. In the darkness the fireflies glimmered, while an errant breeze strayed in
"I could study you all my life and still not find it."
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"So long?"
Those six weeks were now so swift--seeming in the memory, yet had they been
so deep in the living, so charged with compelling power and sweetness. Because
neither the past nor the future had relevance or meaning, he lived only the
present, day by day, lived it intensely, with such a willful shutting out of fact as
Just before Holy Week, Don Julian invited the judge and his family to
house on the beach. Carmen also came with her four energetic children. She and
Doña Adela spent most of the time indoors directing the preparation of the
Carmen's Vicente was so absorbed in his farms that he would not even take time
off to accompany her on this visit to her father; how Doña Adela's Dionisio was
of men, sometimes going out without his collar, or with unmatched socks.
After the merienda, Don Julian sauntered off with the judge to show him
what a thriving young coconut looked like--"plenty of leaves, close set, rich
entertainment in the rippling sand left by the ebbing tide. They were far down,
walking at the edge of the water, indistinctly outlined against the gray of the out-
curving beach.
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Alfredo left his perch on the bamboo ladder of the house and followed.
Here were her footsteps, narrow, arched. He laughed at himself for his black
canvas footwear which he removed forthwith and tossed high up on dry sand.
When he came up, she flushed, then smiled with frank pleasure.
"I hope you are enjoying this," he said with a questioning inflection.
"Very much. It looks like home to me, except that we do not have such a lovely
beach."
There was a breeze from the water. It blew the hair away from her
forehead, and whipped the tucked-up skirt around her straight, slender figure. In
the picture was something of eager freedom as of wings poised in flight. The girl
had grace, distinction. Her face was not notably pretty; yet she had a tantalizing
charm, all the more compelling because it was an inner quality, an achievement
of the spirit. The lure was there, of naturalness, of an alert vitality of mind and
sauce to charm.
"The afternoon has seemed very short, hasn't it?" Then, "This, I think, is
"If
"But--"
She waited.
"Who? I?"
"Oh, no!"
It was strange to him that he could be wooing thus: with tone and look and
covert phrase.
sometimes squashes."
That was the background. It made her seem less detached, less
unrelated, yet withal more distant, as if that background claimed her and
excluded him.
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"Will you come? You will find it dull. There isn't even one American there!"
She laughed.
"If you I don't ask for Miss del Valle," she smiled teasingly.
"What?"
"There is where you will lose your way." Then she turned serious. "Now,
sincere."
"Pretty--pretty--a foolish word! But there is none other more handy I did
"Exactly."
"Always?"
Toward the west, the sunlight lay on the dimming waters in a broad,
glinting streamer of
crimsoned gold.
"Why did you say this is the last time?" he asked quietly as they turned
back.
Week at home."
She seemed to be waiting for him to speak. "That is why I said this is the
last time."
"There is no time."
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at the rim of the world. Stillness, a vibrant quiet that affects the senses as
violence of feeling tones down to the wistful serenity of regret. She turned and
sunset sadness.
"Home seems so far from here. This is almost like another life."
"I know. This is Elsewhere, and yet strange enough, I cannot get rid of the
old things."
"Old things?"
hour.
He walked close, his hand sometimes touching hers for one whirling
second.
Alfredo gripped the soft hand so near his own. At his touch, the girl turned
her face away, but he heard her voice say very low, "Good-bye."
II
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ALFREDO Salazar turned to the right where, farther on, the road
old brick-roofed houses with quaint hand-and-ball knockers on the door; heart of
grass-grown plaza reposeful with trees, of ancient church and convento, now
circled by swallows gliding in flight as smooth and soft as the afternoon itself. Into
the quickly deepening twilight, the voice of the biggest of the church bells women
in vivid apparel (for this was Holy Thursday and the Lord was still alive), older
women in sober black skirts. Came too the young men in droves, elbowing each
The gaily decked rice-paper lanterns were again on display while from
the windows of the older houses hung colored glass globes, heirlooms from a
day when grasspith wicks floating in coconut oil were the chief lighting device.
Soon a double row of lights emerged from the church and uncoiled down the
length of the street like a huge jewelled band studded with glittering clusters
Above the measured music rose the untutored voices of the choir, steeped
The sight of Esperanza and her mother sedately pacing behind Our Lady
of Sorrows suddenly
destroyed the illusion of continuity and broke up those lines of light into
component individuals.
The line moved on. Suddenly, Alfredo's slow blood began to beat violently,
line--a girl that was striking, and vividly alive, the woman that could cause violent
commotion in his heart, yet had no place in the completed ordering of his life.
Her glance of abstracted devotion fell on him and came to a brief stop.
The line kept moving on, wending its circuitous route away from the church and
then back again, where, according to the old proverb, all processions end.
At last Our Lady of Sorrows entered the church, and with her the priest
and the choir, whose voices now echoed from the arched ceiling. The bells rang
iron roofs and dimming the lanterns at the windows. Along the still densely
shadowed streets the young women with their rear guard of males loitered and,
Toward the end of the row of Chinese stores, he caught up with Julia
dispersed into the side streets, leaving Calle Real to those who lived farther out.
It was past eight, and Esperanza would be expecting him in a little while: yet the
thought did not hurry him as he said "Good evening" and fell into step with the
girl.
"I had been thinking all this time that you had gone," he said in a voice that
The provincial docket had been cleared, and Judge del Valle had been
before.
"Mr. Salazar," she broke into his silence, "I wish to congratulate you."
Her tone told him that she had learned, at last. That was inevitable.
"For what?"
Some explanation was due her, surely. Yet what could he say that would
not offend?
"I should have offered congratulations long before, but you know mere
He listened not so much to what she said as to the nuances in her voice.
He heard nothing to enlighten him, except that she had reverted to the formal
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song.
"May is the month of happiness they say," she said, with what seemed to
"Why not?"
The gravel road lay before them; at the road's end the lighted windows of
There swept over the spirit of Alfredo Salazar a longing so keen that it was
pain, a wish that, that house were his, that all the bewilderments of the present
were not, and that this woman by his side were his long wedded wife, returning
"Julita," he said in his slow, thoughtful manner, "did you ever have to
choose between something you wanted to do and something you had to do?"
"No!"
"I thought maybe you had had that experience; then you could understand
"I don't know, Julita. Perhaps not. But there is a point where a thing
escapes us and rushes downward of its own weight, dragging us along. Then it is
foolish to ask whether one will or will not, because it no longer depends on him."
"But then why--why--" her muffled voice came. "Oh, what do I know? That
"Why must it? I--I have to say good-bye, Mr. Salazar; we are at the
house."
Without lifting her eyes she quickly turned and walked away.
Had the final word been said? He wondered. It had. Yet a feeble flutter of
hope trembled in his mind though set against that hope were three years of
acquisitive.
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He looked attentively at her where she sat on the sofa, appraisingly, and
She was one of those fortunate women who have the gift of uniformly
acceptable appearance.
She never surprised one with unexpected homeliness nor with startling
reserves of beauty. At home, in church, on the street, she was always herself, a
woman past first bloom, light and clear of complexion, spare of arms and of
breast, with a slight convexity to thin throat; a woman dressed with self-conscious
"Well, what of it?" The remark sounded ruder than he had intended.
pitched voice. "Besides, she should have thought of us. Nanay practically
brought her up. We never thought she would turn out bad."
"Of what?"
"No," indifferently.
"Well?"
"Why shouldn't it be? You talked like an--immoral man. I did not know that
"She has injured us. She was ungrateful." Her voice was tight with
resentment.
"The trouble with you, Esperanza, is that you are--" he stopped, appalled
"Why do you get angry? I do not understand you at all! I think I know why
you have been indifferent to me lately. I am not blind, or deaf, I see and hear
what perhaps some are trying to keep from me." The blood surged into his very
eyes and his hearing sharpened to points of acute pain. What would she say
next?
"Why don't you speak out frankly before it is too late? You need not think
before. What people will say--what will they not say? What don't they say when
tries to be fair-- according to his lights--but it is hard. One would like to be fair to
one's self first. But that is too easy, one does not dare--"
shortcomings, and no doubt they are many in your eyes, I have never gone out of
Did she mean by this irrelevant remark that he it was who had sought her;
suppose I--" Yet how could a mere man word such a plea?
"If you mean you want to take back your word, if you are tired of--why
don't you tell me you are tired of me?" she burst out in a storm of weeping that
left him completely shamed and unnerved. The last word had been said.
III
As Alfredo Salazar leaned against the boat rail to watch the evening
settling over the lake, he wondered if Esperanza would attribute any significance
to this trip of his. He was supposed to be in Sta. Cruz whither the case of the
People of the Philippine Islands vs. Belina et al had kept him, and there he would
have been if Brigida Samuy had not been so important to the defense.
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He had to find that elusive old woman. That the search was leading him to
that particular lake town which was Julia Salas' home should not disturb him
prosaicalness of his errand. That inner tumult was no surprise to him; in the last
eight years he had become used to such occasional storms. He had long
realized that he could not forget Julia Salas. Still, he had tried to be content and
lonesomeness, and the chill, finds a certain restfulness in level paths made easy
to his feet. He looks up sometimes from the valley where settles the dusk of
He was not unhappy in his marriage. He felt no rebellion: only the calm of
character. His life had simply ordered itself, no more struggles, no more stirring
The essential himself, the himself that had its being in the core of his
thought, would, he reflected, always be free and alone. When claims encroached
too insistently, as sometimes they did, he retreated into the inner fastness, and
from that vantage he saw things and people around him as remote and alien, as
incidents that did not matter. At such times did Esperanza feel baffled and
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helpless; he was gentle, even tender, but immeasurably far away, beyond her
reach.
Lights were springing into life on the shore. That was the town, a little up-tilted
town nestling in the dark greenness of the groves. A snubcrested belfry stood
On the outskirts the evening smudges glowed red through the sinuous
mists of smoke that rose and lost themselves in the purple shadows of the hills.
There was a young moon which grew slowly luminous as the coral tints in the sky
yielded to the darker blues of evening. The vessel approached the landing
quietly, trailing a wake of long golden ripples on the dark water. Peculiar hill
inflections came to his ears from the crowd assembled to meet the boat-- slow,
knowing whether the presidente was there to meet him or not. Just then a voice
shouted.
That must be the presidente, he thought, and went down to the landing.
It was a policeman, a tall pock-marked individual. The presidente had left with
Brigida Samuy--
letter had arrived late, but the wife had read it and said, "Go and meet the
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abogado and invite him to our house." Alfredo Salazar courteously declined the
invitation. He would sleep on board since the boat would leave at four the next
Alfredo did not know because that official had not sent an answer. "Yes,"
the policeman replied, "but he could not write because we heard that Tandang
San Antonio was up in the hills! Good man, the presidente! He, Alfredo,
must do something for him. It was not every day that one met with such
willingness to help.
Eight o'clock, lugubriously tolled from the bell tower, found the boat settled
into a somnolent
quiet. A cot had been brought out and spread for him, but it was too bare to be
inviting at that hour. It was too early to sleep: he would walk around the town. His
heart beat faster as he picked his way to shore over the rafts made fast to sundry
piles driven into the water. How peaceful the town was! Here and there a little
tienda was still open, its dim light issuing forlornly through the single window
chinelas making scraping sounds. From a distance came the shrill voices of
The thought of
Julia Salas in that quiet place filled him with a pitying sadness.
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How would life seem now if he had married Julia Salas? Had he meant
him with a sense of incompleteness as restless as other unlaid ghosts. She had
A few inquiries led him to a certain little tree-ceilinged street where the
young moon woveindistinct filigrees of fight and shadow. In the gardens the
cotton tree threw its angular shadow athwart the low stone wall; and in the cool,
stilly midnight the cock's first call rose in tall, soaring jets of sound. Calle Luz or
other, he had known that he would find her house because she would surely be
sitting at the window. Where else, before bedtime on a moonlit night? The house
the light in the sala behind her threw her head into unmistakable relief. He
He considered. His vague plans had not included this. But Julia Salas had
left the window, calling to her mother as she did so. After a while, someone came
downstairs with a lighted candle to open the door. At last--he was shaking her
hand.
She had not changed much--a little less slender, not so eagerly alive, yet
something had gone. He missed it, sitting opposite her, looking thoughtfully into
her fine dark eyes. She asked him about the home town, about this and that, in a
with a growing wonder that he should be there at all. He could not take his eyes
from her face. What had she lost? Or was the loss his? He felt an impersonal
curiosity
creeping into his gaze. The girl must have noticed, for her cheek darkened in a
blush.
own felt undisturbed and emotionless. Did she still care? The answer to the
question hardly interested him. The young moon had set, and from the uninviting
So all these years--since when?--he had been seeing the light of dead
stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the
heavens.
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for some immutable refuge of the heart far away where faded gardens bloom
again, and where live on in unchanging freshness, the dear, dead loves of
vanished youth.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Dead Stars
Paz Marquez Benitez
The short story "Dead Stars" is about Alfredo Salazar, an older bachelor
who was engaged to Esperanza and set to get married. As he became drawn to
Julia Salas, his love and passion for his fiancée began to diminish. Alfredo had
an arranged marriage with Esperanza and began his own family since he was
aware that his family would disapprove of his desire to have another woman.
Alfredo visited Julia's home on a work trip eight years later. To his astonishment,
he realized during his visit with Julia that he no longer felt drawn to her. He
compared his love for her to the love of dead stars and recalled going through a
discusses forbidden love, elicit love is simply clear and that until a person
The story shows that Alfredo is intent on marrying Esperanza and that
others want him to marry her, hence the hidden theme is duty.
In this story, women are shown as being weak and undervaluing other
people. The narrative disproved the notion that men are more sensible or
levelheaded than women, which is how men are typically portrayed in culture.
The protagonist or hero, Alfredo, has second thoughts about his decisions
in life,.Esperanza lacks what Alfredo believes Julia Salas possesses, and I agree
with him.
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Footnote to Youth
Jose Garcia Villa
finally decided to tell it, but a thought came to him that his father might refuse to
He wished as he looked at her that he had a sister who could help his mother in
the housework.
The ground was broken up into many fresh wounds and fragrant with a
sweetish earthy smell. Many slender soft worm emerged from the further rows
and then burrowed again deeper into the soil. A short colorless worm marched
blindly to Dodong’s foot and crawled clammilu over it. Dodong got tickled and
jerked his foot, flinging the worm into the air. Dodong did not bother to look where
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into the air, but thought of his age, seventeen, and he said to himself he was not
young anymore.
Dodong unhitched the carabao leisurely and fave it a healthy tap on the
hip. The beast turned its head to look at him with dumb faithful eyes. Dodong
gave it a slight push and the animal walked alongside him to its shed. He placed
without interest.
Dodong started homeward thinking how he would break his news to his
his face, then down on his upper lip was dark-these meant he was no longer a
boy. He was growing into a man – he was a man. Dodong felt insolent and big at
stone bled his foot, but he dismissed it cursorily. He lifted his leg and looked at
the hurt toe and then went on walking. In the cool sundown, he thought wild
young dreams of himself and Teang, his girl. She had a small brown face and
small black eyes and straight glossy hair. How desirable she was to him. She
made him want to touch her, to hold her. She made him dream even during the
day.
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Dodong tensed with desire and looked at the muscle of his arms. Dirty. This
fieldwork was healthy invigorating, but it begrimed you, smudged you terribly. He
turned back the way he had come, then marched obliquely to a creek.
Dodong resented his father’s question; his father himself had married early.
Dodong stripped himself and laid his clothes, a gray under shirt and
red kundiman shorts, on the grass. Then he went into the water, wet his body
over and rubbed at it vigorously. He was not long in bathing, then he marched
It was dusk when he reached home. The petroleum lamp on the ceiling was
already lighted and the low unvarnished square table was set for supper. He and
his parents sat down on the floor around the table to eat. They had fried
freshwater fish, and rice, but did not partake of the fruit. The bananas were
overripe and when one held the,, they felt more fluid than solid. Dodong broke off
a piece of caked sugar, dipped it in his glass of water and ate it. He got another
piece and wanted some more, but he thought of leaving the remainder for his
parent.
Dodong’s mother removed the dishes when they were through, and went
with slow careful steps and Dodong wanted to help her carry the dishes out. But
he was tired and now, feld lazy. He wished as he looked at her that he had a
sister who could help his mother in the housework. He pitied her, doing all the
housework alone.
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His father remained in the room, sucking a diseased tooth. It was paining
him, again. Dodong knew, Dodong had told him often and again to let the town
dentist pull it out, but he was afraid, his father was. He did not tell that to Dodong,
Dodong said while his mother was out that he was going to marry
Teang. There it was out, what we had to say, and over which he head said it
without any effort at all and without self-consciousness. Dodong felt relived and
looked at his father expectantly. A decresent moon outside shed its feebled light
into the window, graying the still black temples of his father. His father look old
now.
His father looked at him silently and stopped sucking the broken
tooth, The silenece became intense and cruel, and Dodong was uncomfortable
and then became very angry because his father kept looking at him without
uttering anything.
His father kept gazing at him in flexible silence and Dodong fidgeted on
his seat.
I asked her last night to marry me and she said… "Yes. I want your
sourly. He cracked his knuckles one by one, and the little sound it made broke
Dodong resented his father’s question; his father himself had married
"I’m seventeen."
in his father’s eyes. Dodong did not read it. Too absorbed was he in himself.
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Dodong was immensely glad he has asserted himself. He lost his resentment for
his father, for a while, he even felt sorry for him about the pain I his tooth. Then
his camiseta was damp. He was still like a tree and his thoughts were
confused. His mother had told him not to leave the house, but he had left. He
wanted to get out of it without clear reason at all. He was afraid, he felt afraid of
the house. It had seemingly caged him, to compress his thoughts with severe
tyranny. He was also afraid of Teang who was giving birth in the house; she face
screams that chilled his blood. He did not want her to scream like that. He began
word with awe, with strangeness. He was young, he realized now contradicting
himself of nine months ago. He was very young… He felt queer, troubled,
uncomfortable.
Dodong felt tired of standing. He sat down on a saw-horse with his feet
The journey of thought came to a halt when he heard his mother’s voice
made him feel guilty, as if he had taken something not properly his.
was ashamed to his mother of his youthful paternity. It made him feel guilty, as if
he has taken something not properly his. He dropped his eyes and pretended to
He turned to look again and this time, he saw his father beside his mother.
Dodong felt more embarrassed and did not move. His parent’s eyes seemed to
pierce through him so he felt limp. He wanted to hide or even run away from
them.
Dodong did not want to come up. He’d rather stayed in the sun.
"Dodong… Dodong."
Dodong traced the tremulous steps on the dry parched yard. He ascended
avoided his parent’s eyes. He walked ahead of them so that they should not see
his face. He felt guilty and untru. He felt like crying. His eyes smarted and his
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chest wanted to burst. He wanted to turn back, to go back to the yard. He wanted
How kind their voices were. They flowed into him, making him strong.
His father led him into the small sawali room. Dodong saw Teang, his
wife, asleep on the paper with her soft black hair around her face. He did not
Dodong wanted to touch her, to push away that stray wisp of hair that
touched her lips. But again that feeling of embarrassment came over him, and
The hilot was wrapping the child Dodong heard him cry. The thin voice
touched his heart. He could not control the swelling of happiness in him.
Blas was not Dodong’s only child. Many more children came. For six
successive years, a new child came along. Dodong did not want any more
children. But they came. It seemed that the coming of children could not
Teang did not complain, but the bearing of children tolled on her. She was
shapeless and thin even if she was young. There was interminable work that kept
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wishing she had no married. She did not tell Dodong this, not wishing him to
dislike her. Yet, she wished she had not married. Not even Dodong whom she
loved. There had neen another suitor, Lucio older than Dodong by nine years
and that wasw why she had chosen Dodong. Young Dodong who was only
born him children? Maybe not, either. That was a better lot. But she loved
Dodong… in the moonlight, tired and querulous. He wanted to ask questions and
One of them was why life did not fulfill all of the youth’ dreams. Why it
Dodong could not find the answer. Maybe the question was not to be
sweet. Dreamfully sweet.
When Blas was eighteen, he came home one night, very flustered and
happy. Dodong heard Blas’ steps for he could not sleep well at night. He watched
Blass undress in the dark and lie down softly. Blas was restless on his mat and
could not sleep. Dodong called his name and asked why he did not sleep.
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Life did not fulfill all of youth’s dreams. Why it must be so? Why one was
Dodong rose from his mat and told Blas to follow him. They descended to
"You want to marry Tona, Dodong said, although he did not want Blas to
marry yet. Blas was very young. The life that would follow marriage would be
hard…
"Yes."
As long ago, Youth and Love did triumph for Dodong… and then life.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Footnote to Youth
Jose Garcia Villa
The short story "Footnote to Youth" was first published in The Frontier in
January 1932 and was written by Filipino novelist José Garca Villa. Dodong, a
Filipino farmer's son who is only seventeen years old, is the main character of the
story. At some point, Dodong comes to regret his choice to wed when he did, but
he is unable to prevent his eldest son from committing the same error. The play
the Philippines and Others, despite the fact that the story is today regarded as
In 1931, Villa completed the manuscript for his collection of short stories,
Footnote to Youth: Tales of the Philippines and Others, and sent it to several
After the 1933 release of Footnote to Youth: Tales of the Philippines and
contrast to the more abstract pieces Villa wrote in the latter stages of his literary
career.
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The importance of framing the narrative in this way may be seen in the
opportunities.
The fact that Dodong and Teang's young marriage is placed against such
poverty makes the story more genuine, even though these aspects are not stated
clearly in the narrative. It is important to note, however, that Villa does not aim to
blames youth's impulsiveness for Dodong and Blas's decision to wed young.
ideas about masculinity, the story ultimately argues that the erratic behavior of
hopeless she feels about how her life has turned out.
seen by her speculations about how her life would have been with another suitor,
Lucio.
Because of this, Teang mentions in the narrative that Dodong has become
understanding their mistakes—as well as hinting that his firstborn son, Blas, may
The final words of "Footnote to Youth" are sorrowful and dejected, since
Dodong is aware of Blas' challenging future but is powerless to prevent him from
Blas is destined to learn that the rest of his life will only serve as a bitter
footnote to the hopes and promises of his youth, just as Dodong and Teang
before him.
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I am A Filipino
Carlos P. Romolu
I am a Filipino – inheritor of a
glorious past, hostage to the
Malayan pioneers. Across the centuries, the memory comes rushing back to me:
of brown-skinned men putting out to sea in ships that were as frail as their hearts
were stout. Over the sea I see them come, borne upon the billowing wave and
the whistling wind, carried upon the mighty swell of hope – hope in the free
abundance of the new land that was to be their home and their children’s forever.
This is the land they sought and found. Every inch of shore that their eyes
first set upon, every hill and mountain that beckoned to them with a green and
purple invitation, every mile of rolling plain that their view encompassed, every
river and lake that promised a plentiful living and the fruitfulness of commerce, is
By the strength of their hearts and hands, by every right of law, human
and divine, this land and all the appurtenances thereof – the black and fertile soil,
the seas and lakes and rivers teeming with fish, the forests with their
inexhaustible wealth in wild and timber, the mountains with their bowels swollen
with minerals – the whole of this rich and happy land has been for centuries
without number, the land of my fathers. This land I received in trust from them,
and in trust will pass it to my children, and so on until the world is no more.
flowered down the centuries in deeds of courage and defiance. In my veins yet
pulses the same hot blood that sent Lapulapu to battle against the alien foe, that
drove Diego Silang and Dagohoy into rebellion against the foreign oppressor,
That seed is immortal. It is the self-same seed that flowered in the heart of Jose
Rizal that morning in Bagumbayan when a volley of shots put an end to all that
was mortal of him and made his spirit deathless forever; the same that flowered
Antonio Luna at Calumpit, that bloomed in flowers of frustration in the sad heart
of Emilio Aguinaldo at Palanan, and yet burst forth royally again in the proud
manhood, the symbol of my dignity as a human being. Like the seeds that were
once buried in the tomb of Tutankhamen many thousands of years ago, it shall
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grow and flower and bear fruit again. It is the insigne of my race, and my
generation is but a stage in the unending search of my people for freedom and
happiness.
I am a Filipino, child of the marriage of the East and the West. The East, with its
languor and mysticism, its passivity and endurance, was my mother, and my sire
was the West that came thundering across the seas with the Cross and Sword
and the Machine. I am of the East, an eager participant in its struggles for
liberation from the imperialist yoke. But I know also that the East must awake
from its centuried sleep, shake off the lethargy that has bound its limbs, and start
For I, too, am of the West, and the vigorous peoples of the West have
destroyed forever the peace and quiet that once were ours. I can no longer live, a
being apart from those whose world now trembles to the roar of bomb and
cannon shot. For no man and no nation is an island, but a part of the main, and
there is no longer any East and West – only individuals and nations making those
momentous choices that are the hinges upon which history revolves.
At the vanguard of progress in this part of the world I stand – a forlorn figure in
the eyes of some, but not one defeated and lost. For through the thick, interlacing
branches of habit and custom above me I have seen the light of the sun, and I
know that it is good. I have seen the light of justice and equality and freedom, my
heart has been lifted by the vision of democracy, and I shall not rest until my land
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and my people shall have been blessed by these, beyond the power of any man
may prove worthy of my inheritance? I shall give the pledge that has come
ringing down the corridors of the centuries, and its hall be compounded of the
joyous cries of my Malayan forebears when they first saw the contours of this
land loom before their eyes, of the battle cries that have resounded in every field
of combat from Mactan to Tirad Pass, of the voices of my people when they sing:
Out of the lush green of these seven thousand isles, out of the heart-
strings of sixteen million people all vibrating to one song, I shall weave the mighty
fabric of my pledge. Out of the songs of the farmers at sunrise when they go to
labor in the fields; out the sweat of the hard-bitten pioneers in Mal-ig and
Koronadal; out of the silent endurance of stevedores at the piers and the
newly born and the lullabies that mothers sing; out of crashing of gears and the
whine of turbines in the factories; out of the crunch of ploughs upturning the
earth; out of the limitless patience of teachers in the classrooms and doctors in
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the clinics; out of the tramp of soldiers marching, I shall make the pattern of my
pledge:
I am a Filipino born of freedom, and I shall not rest until freedom shall have been
LITERARY ANALYSIS
I Am a Filipino
Carlos P. Romolu
He concentrated on Philippine history, from the arrival of the Malays until the
He exclaims with pride how lovely his nation, the Philippines, is with its
seafood and opulent trees. In addition, he claimed that the blood in his veins was
the same as that of the country's heroes, including Lapu-Lapu, Lakundala, Diego
Silang, Dagohoy, Luna, Bonifacio, Rizal, and many others. He said that Filipinos
are the offspring of the union of East and West, a blending of several
National Anthem as a battle cry that has been heard from Mactan to Pasong
connected? In addition, she does not want to become a freak when she has to
undress for her husband. She said she is 30 years old and has just been
married hours ago. Then, she told Pepe about a story from her childhood. When
she was a child, she thought that everybody has two navels but when she
discovered her doll, Minnie, has only one, she threw it into the pond. Then she
Pepe talked to Senora Concha Vidal and discovered from her that Connie
was lying – that she is not 30 years old, only 18; that she was not married a
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morning just before she came to consult him, but a year ago; that she has only
ONE navel. Senora de Vidal also told Pepe that she forced Connie to marry
Macho Escobar because Connie was upset about the rumor that her father,
Manolo Vidal, spends the public fund to send his children to school. Because
Connie was just forced to marry to a man she really does not love, Senora
Concha told Pepe that Connie was chasing a bandleader named Paco Texeira,
She and Macho followed Connie in Hong Kong they can bring her back to
the Philippines. Macho’s reason in taking her back is to avoid humiliation for her
Philippines. Pepe told Senora de Vidal that Paco is married to Mary and that he
and Paco are gradeschool friends. After talking to Senora de Vidal, Pepe went to
the Texeira’s.
Pepe learned from his conversation with the Texeiras that Paco had been
to Manila playing with his band. From Manila, Paco had sent letters to Mary
about Senora de Vidal. Senora de Vidal and Paco had a good time together and
they were interested in each other’s countries – Hong Kong and Philippines. One
day, when Paco was waiting for Senora Concha in her house, he found Connie
and from that moment on he started wanting Connie. Connie had watched Paco
perform in the clubs until one night, there were people fighting and someone had
got shot. Because Connie was shocked, Paco comforted her. Until some weeks,
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Paco drove Connie to his hotel, knowing that Connie also liked him. He was
about to rape Connie, not knowing her background. They only had a savage fight
like wild beasts. After 2 days, Paco went back to Hong Kong. Pepe states that
both Connie and Senora de Vidal have an evil hold on him and he knows that he
will go running to them when they call him. But he does not call it love. Pepe also
realized both his father and Paco have a similar traumatized look after they came
back from the Philippines. Pepe’s father could not answer most of Paco’s
questions since he came back to Hong Kong from Manila. All he said while he is
in his room was “Dust and crabs.. dust and crabs.. dust and crabs..”.
Meanwhile, in the art shop of Rita Lopez and Helen Silva, Rita received
a call from Pepe. Rita is Pepe’s wife and Helen is a friend. Pepe called Rita to
invite her for a dinner with Paco and Mary to a club in Tovarich. In Tovarich, they
met Pete Alfonso, a bandleader who is seeking a pianist and a singer. Paco
applied and got hired. The next important thing that happened was that Pepe
found Connie Escobar naked inside the club and talked to her for he knows
Connie needs him, with a promise to Rita that he would just do it with a couple of
minutes. After a short talk with Connie, Pepe went back to Rita and told her and
the rest of the group to go home without him so he can help Connie in her
Connie had driven her car so fast that made Pepe to cry “stop!” Then
Connie told Pepe why she was driving so fast because she feels like she’s
running away. She related it to a story where she ran away from school, not
because of her father whipping her – a lie told by Concha to Pepe, but because
she was ashamed that her father was an abortionist. Then Pepe advised Connie
to ask advise to her brother, Tony, at the convent, but Connie instead wanted to
go in her hotel. However, when Connie went to her room in the hotel, she rushed
back to Pepe telling him that Macho, her husband, is inside and she does not
want to see him. She told Pepe that Macho has other girls and one of them is her
mother, Concha de Vidal. Paco learned from her that she found out the love
letters of Macho and her mother. Because of this, Pepe helped Connie to go
away from her hotel by letting her sleep in Rita’s place, which made Rita even
angrier. Connie asked Pepe to tell Macho that she was sick and does not want to
see him, which Pepe agreed to do. Macho, however, stopped Pepe when he was
leaving his room and told Pepe the story of their marriage and that he knew
Connie knew of his past affair with her mother because of the letters, but he
insisted it was over and done with. Macho also mentioned that his father died
and he has to take care of their hacienda. When Pepe went home, just before
daylight when Rita awoke, they did not find Connie in the sofa. She was gone.
It was a Chinese New Year in Hong Kong and Paco Monson and his
band were performing in Tovarich. In the convent of St. Andrew, Connie, as per
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Pepe’s advice, sought help from Father Tony Monson about the explanation of
her two navels. She says she is grateful and horrified at the same time of her
state. Father Tony did not believe her and advised her to see an older priest
instead so she would realize that she’s only delusional. However, she went away
without consulting Father Prior. Meanwhile, Senora de Vidal, visited St. Rita’s
Shop and fortunately saw Father Tony there. She told him that all Connie was
saying are lies, but Father Tony, when asked if he finds the problem silly, replied
that it was serious. Finally, she told him about the reason why she married
Macho off to Connie. It was because she hated Connie for preventing her from
running off with Macho for she has a responsibility to Connie who was still a
child. Moreover, she told Father Tony that Connie really thinks that all the time
Connie still loved her, she was already planning to destroy her daughter, but this
Later that night, Concha was remembering the time when she was fifteen,
when she first met her first husband, Esteban Borromeo – a handsome boy, a
good painter, an activist. She married him but was widowed by his death. And
then she met the abortionist, Dr. Manolo Vidal, after seeking help because she
got pregnant by an effete writer and does not want to embarrass her father. After
the abortion, she turned to religion with equal passion she displayed with earlier
love affairs. But before she committed herself to God, Manolo Vidal came back
into her life to court her, and later married her. On the other hand, The Monson
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brothers found Connie in their apartment and relayed the information that Macho
wants to start from scratch with Connie wherever she might want to go as long as
they are together. She insists that the knowledge of her two navels will scare him
away.
The Monson brothers think that she is using the delusion of having two
navels in order to feel unique and disengage from her problematic life including
an excuse for not confronting Macho about being her mother's former lover. She
wants to be safe so she retreats from a fully lived life. The Monson brothers want
her to reengage in her life in order to live a full, free, responsible life of her own
choosing. Then, she wants the Monson brothers to confirm or refute her two
navel delusion once and for all by stripping and letting them see for themselves
whether or not she has two navels. Father Tony left Pepe to refute her two navel
When Pepe discovered that Connie really had only one navel, her
TO RUN AWAY – first toward the monastery. On her way, she remembered her
The flashbacks started when Connie was 5 years old. She went to a
carnival and wanted her doll, Minnie, to see Biliken, the carnival god. Because
the young Connie is such a spoiled brat, she wanted to have Biliken at home
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even going to the extent that she threw Minnie away and have to lie that it was
stolen from her just to convince her mother to get Biliken for her. When she was
11, Connie was able to possess Biliken since Mr. Vidal considers Biliken to
represent happy memories during the beginning of WWII before the war
destroyed this joyous past. This was also the time when her mother had become
so cold to her after returning home from Hong Kong. Her mother had left Manila
without an explanation, the same with Macho Escobar, her mother’s friend. With
her mother’s coldness, Connie converted her attention to Biliken idol which was
kept in the orchard so that she can have a friend to be together with. When she
became 14 years old, Connie was evacuated because the war was coming to
Manila. At 15 years old, after the war, Connie and her family returned to their
ruined house. She found Biliken in the orchard and was horrified seeing Biliken
having two black holes at her stomach, making it look like two navels. Seeing the
horrifying Biliken, Connie realized that her childhood was nothing as she thought
it was – that it never was happy. She sees her past as horrible when she
associated it with the love affair of Macho and her mother in the past that made
her to be like that horrible monster. After her honeymoon with Macho, Connie
discovered the love letters, which made her to seek Biliken, though she did not
In the final chapter, Kikay Valero, since she knows all the Filipinos in town,
had the obligation to report to Concha about Connie’s death and to comfort Tony
for his father’s sudden demise. Macho, showing his love for Connie, looked for
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her body during a storm. Concha, on the other hand, hides in the shadows of her
room but did not mourn for her daughter for she does not consider herself guilty
of her death. The Monson brothers think the real reason that Concha refuses to
feel guilt is because she wants to continue to live with a semblance of normality
guilty over Connie’s death because he had pushed her to seek the truth. He
quitted his priesthood so he could not destroy other Connie’s. Rita, on the
contrary, grew mad at Father Tony’s decision of quitting as a priest just because
of Connie’s death. She even grew angrier when she found out that Connie is not
dead and has eloped with Paco because she knows Mary will be suffering too if
she knows about it. This revelation was written by Connie in her letter to Pepe
In the final moments before her car flew off the cliff, Connie was able to
escape and this escape made her desire of a life well-lived. By throwing her
mother's handbag, she also threw the influence her mother has over her. Instead
celebratethe living in the city, and when she did not know where she would go,
Connie ended up in the Monson’s apartment. There, she met Dr. Monson and
asked forgiveness for betraying the past. Dr. Monson also asked forgiveness for
not living in the present. After this reconciliation of the past, Connie felt saved
and free, while Dr. Monson died in this encounter with a smile on his face
because he has already reconciled with the present. After her visit with Dr.
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Monson, Connie bumped into Paco and fell to his embrace. He recognized that
Connie was the haunted girl he feared and had fought with but now he sees
Connie’s face as Mary’s and remembers Mary’s face as the one haunted.
They decided to go to Macao and then leave their partners behind. While
Rita objected to this, Father Tony believes Connie did the right thing. Another
soul must sacrifice for one soul to be free. She chose Paco to leave her delusion
caused by Macho and Concha’s love affair. She needs to do the wrong thing to
save herself. She can find redemption through sinning, for "without sin there can
the spirit." Pepe told Tony that they helped Connie have a courage to live though
they do not yet know the outcome of her new found freedom will be the key to
At the end, Macho shot Concha then himself and they both died.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
styles and conveys the topics in a non-linear manner in The Woman Who Had
The plot, as it is presented in the book, centres around the upper middle
class and demonstrates how each character fights to keep his or her self-identity
On the other hand, The Woman Who Had Two Navels keeps the combinations of
hate, love, and pain that reflect life's truths, making the story more challenging
A book's title, "two navels," most likely refers to the Philippines and Hong
Kong.
That is to say, even though the majority of the action takes place in Hong
Kong, the culture and traditions of the Philippines are discussed at length in the
book.
As the plot develops, it has been discovered that the Filipino characters
Connie, Concha, Paco, and Dr. consistently and visibly display the attempt to
Monson always tells Pepe about the Philippines, his cherished native land.
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The answer to the question, "What changed him to return to Hong Kong a
different person," is probably because he learned the unfavorable news that his
other revolutionaries, the fact that he gets frail and transformed after witnessing
the destruction of the Philippines suggests that he was unable to aid his beloved
nation.
country.
the collapse of his manhood, which has made him fragile and changed.
"Oh, not the rain," Monson says to his son Pepe, "the dust, the dust, the
The native Filipinos had led basic lives reliant on the land before the
Scent of Apples
Bienvenido Santos
thought perhaps, about a tall, grinning boy with his blue eyes and flying hair, who
went out to war: where could he be now this month when leaves were turning
into gold and the fragrance of gathered apples was in the wind? It was a cold
night when I left my room at the hotel for a usual speaking engagement. I walked
A heavy wind coming up from Lake Michigan was icy on the face. If felt
like winter straying early in the northern woodlands. Under the lampposts the
leaves shone like bronze. And they rolled on the pavements like the ghost feet of
a thousand autumns long dead, long before the boys left for faraway lands
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without great icy winds and promise of winter early in the air, lands without apple
trees, the singing and the gold! It was the same night I met Celestino Fabia, "just
a Filipino farmer" as he called himself, who had a farm about thirty miles east of
Kalamazoo. "You came all that way on a night like this just to hear me talk?" "I've
"So when I saw your name in the papers where it says you come from the
Islands and that you're going to talk, I come right away." Earlier that night, I had
country had become a lost country. Everywhere in the land, the enemy stalked.
Over it, a great silence hung, and their boys were there, unheard from, or they
were on their way to some little known island on the Pacific, young boys all,
hardly men, thinking of harvest moons and the smell of forest fire. It was not hard
talking about our own people. I knew them well and I loved them. And they
seemed so far away during those terrible years that I must have spoken of them
with a little fervor, a little nostalgia. In the open forum that followed, the audience
wanted to know whether there was much difference between our women and the
American women. I tried to answer the question as best I could, saying, among
other things, that I did not know that much about American women, except that
naturally belonged to the heart or to the mind, I could only speak about with
vagueness.
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While I was trying to explain away the fact that it was not easy to make
comparisons, a man rose from the rear of the hall, wanting to say something. In
the distance, he looked slight and old and very brown. Even before he spoke, I
knew that he was, like me, a Filipino. "I'm a Filipino," he began, loud and clear, in
a voice that seemed used to wide open spaces, "I'm just a Filipino farmer out in
the country." He waved his hand toward the door. "I left the Philippines more than
twenty years ago and have never been back. Never will perhaps. I want to find
out, sir, are our Filipino women the same like they were twenty years ago?" As
he sat down, the hall filled with voices, hushed and intrigued. I weighed my
answer carefully. I did not want to tell a lie yet I did not want to say anything that
countryman, I must give him an answer that would not make him so unhappy.
Surely, all these years, he must have held on to certain ideals, certain
beliefs, even illusions peculiar to the exile. "First," I said as the voices gradually
died down and every eye seemed upon me, "First, tell me what our women were
like twenty years ago." The man stood to answer. "Yes," he said, "you're too
young . . . Twenty years ago our women were nice; they were modest; they wore
their hair long; they dressed proper and went for no monkey business. They were
natural, they went to church regular, and they were faithful." He had spoken
slowly, and now in what seemed like an afterthought, added, "It's the men who
"Well," I began, "it will interest you to know that our women have changed
—but definitely! The change, however, has been on the outside only. Inside,
here," pointing to the heart, "they are the same as they were twenty years ago.
God-fearing, faithful, modest, and nice." The man was visibly moved. "I'm very
happy, sir," he said, in the manner of one who, having stakes on the land, had
found no cause to regret one's sentimental investment. After this, everything that
was said and done in that hall that night seemed like an anti-climax, and later, as
we walked outside, he gave me his name and told me of his farm thirty miles east
of the city. We had stopped at the main entrance to the hotel lobby. We had not
talked very much on the way. As a matter of fact, we were never alone. Kindly
asked him whether he cared to step into the lobby with me and talk. "No, thank
you," he said, "you are tired. And I don't want to stay out too late." "Yes, you live
very far." "I got a car," he said, "besides..." Now he smiled, he truly smiled. All
night, I had been watching his face and I wondered when he was going to smile.
"I want you to have dinner with my family out in the country. I'd call for you
tomorrow afternoon, then drive you back. Will that be alright?" "Of course," I said.
"I'd love to meet your family." I was leaving Kalamazoo for Muncie, Indiana, in
two days. There was plenty of time. "You will make my wife very happy," he said.
"You flatter me." "Honest. She'll be very happy. Ruth is a country girl and hasn't
met many Filipinos. I mean Filipinos younger than I, cleaner looking. We're just
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poor farmer folk, you know, and we don't get to town very often. Roger, that's my
A bus takes him early in the morning and he's back in the afternoon. He's
a nice boy." "I bet he is," I agreed. "I've seen the children of some of the boys by
their American wives and the boys are tall, taller than their father, and very good
looking." "Roger, he'd be tall. You'll like him." Then he said goodbye and I waved
to him as he disappeared in the darkness. The next day, he came at about three
in the afternoon. There was a mild, ineffectual sun shining, and it was not too
cold. He was wearing an old brown tweed jacket and worsted trousers to match.
His shoes were polished, and although the green of his tie seemed faded, a
colored shirt hardly accentuated it. He looked younger than he appeared the
night before, now that he was clean shaven and seemed ready to go to a party.
He was grinning as we met. "Oh, Ruth can't believe it," he kept repeating as he
led me to his car—a nondescript thing in faded black that had known better days
and many hands. "I say to her, I'm bringing you a first class Filipino, and she
says, aw, go away, quit kidding, there's no such thing as first class Filipino. But
asks. Oh, you will see, I says, he's first class. Like you daddy? No, no, I laugh at
him, your daddy ain't first class. Aw, but you are, daddy, he says.
So you can see what a nice boy he is, so innocent. Then Ruth starts
griping about the house, but the house is a mess, she says. True it's a mess, it's
always a mess, but you don't mind, do you? We're poor folks, you know. The trip
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thickets, and came out on barren land overgrown with weeds in places. All
around were dead leaves and dry earth. In the distance were apple trees. "Aren't
those apple trees?" I asked wanting to be sure. "Yes, those are apple trees," he
replied. "Do you like apples? I got lots of 'em. I got an apple orchard, I'll show
you.
" All the beauty of the afternoon seemed in the distance, on the hills, in the
dull soft sky. "Those trees are beautiful on the hills," I said. "Autumn's a lovely
season. The trees are getting ready to die, and they show their colors, proud-
like."
"No such thing in our own country," I said. That remark seemed unkind, I
realized later. It touched him off on a long deserted tangent, but ever there
perhaps. How many times did lonely mind take unpleasant detours away from
the familiar winding lanes towards home for fear of this, the remembered hurt,
the long lost youth, the grim shadows of the years; how many times indeed, only
the exile knows. It was a rugged road we were traveling and the car made so
much noise that I could not hear everything he said, but I understood him. He
was telling his story for the first time in many years. He was remembering his
own youth. He was thinking of home. In these odd moments, there seemed no
cause for fear, no cause at all, no pain. That would come later. In the night
In this old Visayan town, the streets are narrow and dirty and strewn with
coral shells. You have been there? You could not have missed our house; it was
the biggest in town, one of the oldest, ours was a big family. The house stood
right on the edge of the street. A door opened heavily and you enter a dark hall
leading to the stairs. There is the smell of chickens roosting on the low-topped
walls; there is the familiar sound they make and you grope your way up a
massive staircase, the bannisters smooth upon the trembling hand. Such nights,
they are no better than the days, windows are closed against the sun; they close
heavily. Mother sits in her corner looking very white and sick. This was her world,
her domain. In all these years, I cannot remember the sound of her voice. Father
He lived in the past and talked of honor as though it were the only thing. I
was born in that house. I grew up there into a pampered brat. I was mean. One
day, I broke their hearts. I saw mother cry wordlessly as father heaped his curses
upon me and drove me out of the house, the gate closing heavily after me. And
numberless times in their own broken hearts. I was no good. But sometimes, you
know, I miss that house, the roosting chickens on the low-topped walls. I miss my
brothers and sisters, Mother sitting in her chair, looking like a pale ghost in a
corner of the room. I would remember the great live posts, massive tree trunks
Leafy plants grew on the sides, buds pointing downwards, wilted and died
before they could become flowers. As they fell on the floor, father bent to pick
them and throw them out into the coral streets. His hands were strong. I have
kissed these hands . . . many times, many times. Finally we rounded a deep
curve and suddenly came upon a shanty, all but ready to crumble in a heap on
the ground, its plastered walls were rotting away, the floor was hardly a foot from
the ground. I thought of the cottages of the poor colored folk in the south, the
hovels of the poor everywhere in the land. This one stood all by itself as though
by common consent all the folk that used to live here had decided to say away,
despising it, ashamed of it. Even the lovely season could not color it with beauty.
A fat blonde woman stood at the door with a little boy by her side. Roger
seemed newly scrubbed. He hardly took his eyes off me. Ruth had a clean apron
around her shapeless waist. Now as she shook my hands in sincere delight I
noticed shamefacedly (that I should notice) how rough her hands were, how
coarse and red with labor, how ugly! She was no longer young and her smile was
pathetic. As we stepped inside and the door closed behind us, immediately I was
aware of the familiar scent of apples. The room was bare except for a few
ancient pieces of second-hand furniture. In the middle of the room stood a stove
to keep the family warm in winter. The walls were bare. Over the dining table
hung a lamp yet unlighted. Ruth got busy with the drinks. She kept coming in and
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out of a rear room that must have been the kitchen and soon the table was heavy
with food, fried chicken legs and rice, and green peas and corn on the ear.
Even as we ate, Ruth kept standing, and going to the kitchen for more
food. Roger ate like a little gentleman. "Isn't he nice looking?" his father asked.
"You are a handsome boy, Roger," I said. The boy smiled at me. You look like
dresser and stood to pick it up. It was yellow and soiled with many fingerings.
although the face had become a blur. "Your…" I began. "I don't know who she
is," Fabia hastened to say. "I picked that picture many years ago in a room on La
"The face wasn't a blur in the beginning?" "Oh, no. It was a young face
and good." Ruth came with a plate full of apples. "Ah," I cried, picking out a ripe
one. "I've been thinking where all the scent of apples came from. The room is full
of it." "I'll show you," said Fabia. He showed me a backroom, not very big. It was
half-full of apples. "Every day," he explained, "I take some of them to town to sell
to the groceries. Prices have been low. I've been losing on the trips." "These
apples will spoil," I said. "We'll feed them to the pigs." Then he showed me
around the farm. It was twilight now and the apple trees stood bare against a
glowing western sky. In apple blossom time it must be lovely here. But what
about wintertime? One day, according to Fabia, a few years ago, before Roger
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was born, he had an attack of acute appendicitis. It was deep winter. The snow
lay heavy everywhere. Ruth was pregnant and none too well herself.
At first she did not know what to do. She bundled him in warm clothing
and put him on a cot near the stove. She shoveled the snow from their front door
and practically carried the suffering man on her shoulders, dragging him through
the newly made path towards the road where they waited for the U.S. Mail car to
pass. Meanwhile snowflakes poured all over them and she kept rubbing the
man's arms and legs as she herself nearly froze to death. "Go back to the house,
Ruth!" her husband cried, "you'll freeze to death." But she clung to him
wordlessly. Even as she massaged his arms and legs, her tears rolled down her
cheeks. "I won't leave you," she repeated. Finally, the U.S. Mail car arrived.
The mailman, who knew them well, helped them board the car, and,
without stopping on his usual route, took the sick man and his wife direct to the
nearest hospital. Ruth stayed in the hospital with Fabia. She slept in a corridor
outside the patients' ward and in the day time helped in scrubbing the floor and
washing the dishes and cleaning the men's things. They didn't have enough
money and Ruth was willing to work like a slave. "Ruth's a nice girl," said Fabia,
"like our own Filipino women." Before nightfall, he took me back to the hotel.
Ruth and Roger stood at the door holding hands and smiling at me. From
inside the room of the shanty, a low light flickered. I had a last glimpse of the
apple trees in the orchard under the darkened sky as Fabia backed up the car.
And soon we were on our way back to town. The dog had started barking. We
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could hear it for some time, until finally, we could not hear it anymore, and all was
darkness around us, except where the headlamps revealed a stretch of road
leading somewhere. Fabia did not talk this time. I didn't seem to have anything to
say myself. But when finally we came to the hotel and I got down, Fabia said,
" It was dimly lighted in front of the hotel and I could hardly see Fabia's
face. Without getting off the car, he moved to where I had sat, and I saw him
extend his hand. I gripped it. "Tell Ruth and Roger," I said, "I love them." He
dropped my hand quickly. "They'll be waiting for me now," he said. "Look," I said,
not knowing why I said it, "one of these days, very soon, I hope, I'll be going
home. I could go to your town." "No," he said softly, sounding very much
defeated but brave, "Thanks a lot. But, you see, nobody would remember me
now.
" Then he started the car, and as it moved away, he waved his hand.
"Goodbye," I said, waving back into the darkness. And suddenly the night was
cold like winter straying early in these northern woodlands. I hurried inside. There
was a train the next morning that left for Muncie, Indiana, at a quarter after eight.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Scent of Apples
Bienvinedo Santos
Santos' short narrative, the aroma of apples stands in for the homesickness that
people who are gone from their homes experience. Fabio's character is taken
experiences melancholy for his "lost youth" and a sense of isolation from the rest
and memory.
The story began with a brief description of the author's location. Mr.
Santos, the author, was requested to address the crowd. When Mr. Santos
Fabia, who is from the Philippines, owns an apple orchard, but, as the narrator
states, there is "no such thing in our own country." The house Fabia lives in with
his wife Ruth and son Roger also smells like apples, and their back room is filled
with them. Even though Fabia has apples in abundance, a kind wife, and a
handsome son, the apples are a reminder he is far from home. When the
narrator says he hopes he can visit Fabia's town in the Philippines one day soon,
Fabia says no one would remember him there now. The smell of apples reminds
Fabia that he is in the United States and can't return to his native country, and
the smell is therefore a symbol of longing and nostalgia for his homeland.
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homesickness that people who are gone from their homes experience.
The house Fabia lives in with his wife Ruth and son Roger also smells like apples
and their back room is packed with them. Fabia is from the Philippines and has
an apple orchard, but as the narrator says, "no such thing in our own country."
Fabia has plenty of apples, a loving wife, and a gorgeous son, but the apples
serve as a constant reminder that he is far from home. Fabia responds that no
one in her community in the Philippines would recognize him now when the
This helped to explain why the story's title, "Scent of Apples," refers to the
fact that every time the character Fabio smells apples, he is taken back to his
native country. This was a true story about a foreigner, but it might also apply to
overseas Filipino workers who are separated from their loved ones by great
distances.
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contact with other Filipinos who, like him, have left the rural culture behind and
are fulfilling their ambitions in the West. Firstly, while still in the US, Ernie meets
Notably, Gonzalez does not name these other characters or make direct
comments about them – the reader must fill in the blanks. Ernie and this young
girl begin an affair. They spend a week living together in a borrowed New York
apartment. Because of their sexual relationship, the young girl questions her
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morality, and the pair decide to marry. However, it is not long before she
changes her mind. She instead becomes engaged to a young and emerging
American writer, Herb Lane, who joins the USIS and has an interest in the Far
East. They begin their travels to the Philippines, so they can be married.
However, Herb dies on the way and the girl is referred to a hospital on obstetric
grounds.
resident physician in a local hospital. After leaving his wife and child in Manila,
however, does not last long, and he sets off home to reunite with his family.
When he goes home to Manila, he returns with many luxury goods, including a
car and a television. After being apart for so long, he finds he no longer has a
functional relationship with his wife, and he does not feel any real affection
towards her. He is also not on good terms with a housemaid, who feels
threatened by him sexually and goes out of her way to avoid him. Again, the
reader observes all of this through Ernie’s perspective, but is left with the sense
While in New York, Ernie meets three other Filipinos – a young man and
his two girlfriends with which he shows restrained public affection. There is a
sense that all these characters are inherently disconnected and floating through
life on the surface. Ernie travels to Japan where he learns of the tragedies
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around Hiroshima. Again, he seems unmoved by the bomb casualties and does
be. Herb, who dies in Taipeh, attacks his fiancé in a drunken brawl and
subsequently runs over a Chinese girl. His actions, combined, cause an anti-
matters worse, at the end of the novel, Ernie suffers a near-death experience.
LITERARY ANALYSIS
The Bamboo Dancers
N.V.M Gonzales
Cesar and his father, who serve as the main protagonists, symbolize two
Cesar is initially more interested in modern hobbies, but his father appreciates
the old art of bamboo dancing and wants to teach it to his son.
The story explores the dichotomy between upholding tradition and accepting
The generational gap that separates Cesar and his father is a metaphor for the
larger conflict that exists in Philippine society between older and younger
generations.
upholding tradition and embracing modernity, while Cesar's father represents the
Cesar's willingness to embrace the bamboo dance after eventually realizing its
acceptance.
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between tradition and modernization, the effort to preserve cultural legacy, and
he really was.
thought that it would be an excellent idea if he took the dancers around the city,
showed them the sights and invite them back to his place for some adobo and
chicken relleno. For the first part of the story, Fil constantly talked about the
Fil and Tony have been friends pretty much ever since they moved to the
US and the entire time, Tony had been suffering from a disease that frustrated
many doctors in which caused gradual peeling all over his body. When Tony left
for the doctor, Fil left a little later to meet the dancers at the hotel. When he got
there and saw all the dancers, he completely forgot what he wanted to say and
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lost all train of thought. So when he finally managed to gather up all the
confidence he had left to invite them to his house, they would just move away or
Later that night, he ended up going to the show alone since Tony hadn’t
yet returned from the doctor. Despite the disappointment he had earlier that day,
Fil contemplated that if he would just record the show on his tape recorder, he
would have the sounds with him to help him remember the dancers, the show
When he got home, he noticed that Tony was back. Tony commented that
the dancers weren’t with him and that he knew they never would’ve came home
Fil then started to listen to his tape recorder and his failure from earlier
that day no longer mattered to him because his recording had brought him a
certain feeling and it just filled him up with different memories and emotions.
While he listened, Tony was yelling from his room telling him to shut his recorder
off. When he asked Tony what the doctors had to say, Tony wouldn’t answer.
Tony then asked what the dancers were like and Fil told him that they were really
He heard Tony let out a sigh but as he lookeddown to the tape recorder he
held in his hands, he noticed that the spools were spinning and he finally realized
that he had pressed erase. When he tried to play it back, there was nothing
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except for a screaming part of the finale with drums and the tolling of the bell.
LITERARY ANALYSIS
with the other short stories in Scent of Apples. It is the characteristic that
investigates the sensation of loss—a loss of home, country, and family—in the
Filipino American community. Santos depicts this loss in When the Dancers
Came through the narrative's central figures, Filimon Fil Acayan and Antonio
Tony Bataller. As a result, the focus of this dramatic story is primarily on the
nostalgia that exists between the two characters—how the past is influencing
their personal sense of emotion and how the past is misleading from a social
who sees life in a completely different way as you shall discover later, he
frequently seems to express a really naive character. Fil longs for a relationship
with his fellow citizens. When he learned that these dancers from the Philippines
would be visiting, he was eager to meet them and show them around Chicago.
He is less ready to let himself be Americanized since he is more in touch with his
Filipino side.
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recalled old-country songs while he works . He was also proficient in the Tagalog
dialect. But his writing was flowery, romantic, and beautiful. When Fil first saw
snow, he reportedly took a handful, crumbled it up, and shoved it in his mouth.
He immediately thought back to the time he was at home in the Philippines and
the occasions when he had done it there: it brought to memory the Chinese-sold
grated ice near the town center, where he had played tatching with an older
brother.
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The story began at dawn, when Huli, a mute, garbage woman, screamed
loudly and woke the people of her town, Dimatanto, which is also where the
whole story occurred. The story revolved around the time when Huli in
Dimatanto, which started as her being a baby born from a disgraced child from a
rich family and to when the story ended, her left her mad (she was planning on
escaping the hospitalwhere she was brought to “change the society”, as the last
part of the story suggests). Interestingly, the name of the town, Dimatanto, is a
because it somehow explains the story of the people against Huli, and as well as
their lives as well, which can be both described as tangled, tattered and does not
The one of the character of the story is named Huli (the protagonist), as
mentioned earlier, is a mute, garbage woman. Although she is mute, she is not
deaf, which means she has heard all the things that people of Dimatanto have
thrown against her. In this story, she was frequently the talk of the town, because
of her appearance and as well as her unknown origin, specially, on how she
came to Dimatanto. Huli, most of the time just ignores it, but when she realized
she could fight, she fought. Sadly, her resistance to violence using violence did
not do any good to her because she lost her mind and killed a man along the
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way. I find that this character symbolizes helplessness, when we cannot speak
and stand for ourselves and how in these times of helplessness, we wake up our
inner demons and do the things which we become delusional and impose new
kinds of values.
The character also symbolizes the poor Filipino people, criticizing and
lamenting the very society where they belong, a society where their voices
cannot be heard and the result of this is very devastating that those poor people
cause destruction upon themselves. Another thing to point out is that Huli learned
how to express her sadness and frustrations from the social bondage that
disables her from protecting herself from the hurtful stories of the people who do
not know her since she cannot speak from herself through nothing. It’s as if the
author wants to show the effects of vulnerability and frustration, as stated earlier.
Another character from this story is Francisca, Huli’s mother and the town’s tailor.
The town thought of her as Huli’s aunt, because she introduces Huli as
her niece. Francisca gave birth to Huli without her lover (presumably) with her.
This made her family angry, and then tried to kill her baby. She then escaped
went to take care of her baby on her own. She loved Huli, but introduced her as
her niece because she is afraid of what the people may say about her.
as one of its terrible aspect, cowardice, cowardice from staining her and her
family’s reputation. Francisca helped shape the main character’s attitude towards
people, on how people can show humanity but have within themselves an
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underlying sickness beneath all it. Even though Huli seemed helpless after her
mother died, there was another person who took care of her, which was Tinyong,
the barangay tanod, whom Huli had slain at the dawn. Tinyong helped her to
survive. She took care of her, like he took care of his family. But for the people of
Dimatanto, his goodness was misunderstood. He seemed to have made Huli his
mistress.
the helpless, so to speak. Although his too much goodness did him nothing good,
for he was killed. He suffered the consequences of evil, by evil, meaning the
things people of Dimatanto have done against her. Instead of teaching Huli to
fend for herself, he took care of her, which was the last thing Huli should do. The
goodness on her only sufficed physical needs. It made her feel accepted and fed,
but deep within her, is a voice that only wants to be heard. Instead of Tinyong
being a medium of goodness, he was a person who only knows how to pity. He
became a test of Huli’s underlying capability: to do evil. One of the people that
the society, who always hides from sight. Someone who is capable of doing evil,
for the sake of evil. The seemingly uncontrollable force, a force that is exerted by
the person who cannot control it. A force that exists only for itself and concerned
only for itself, the sustenance of it hunger and the destruction of everything. The
investigator is the one who triggered Huli to kill Tinyong because, presumably,
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Huli felt tired of being bullied around, so he put out all his anger to Tinyong, who
was just trying to help her. Of all the character’s that surrounded Huli, this is the
one that seemed the most important, the people of Dimatanto. The people of the
town was the one that set Huli’s eyes on fire. It made her aware of the people,
how they live and how they kill (by killing, meaning, destroying the environment
and etc.). It made her see the people’s path towards the future, only concerned
with looking as pleasant as possible, and is very crooked and tangled and do not
know where it’s going. The way that their stories about Huli can also be
This made Huli mad, thinking that if she physically acts out against this
kind of thing, she could change everything. The people of Dimatanto also created
the children in the cemetery, which Huli always talks to. Of course, all of these
are in her mind, but those manifestations sprung from her sadness and anger of
the people, which lead to her understanding of the people, the poor and
The plot surrounds on Huli’s life, from her deafening shrill at dawn from
killing Tinyong, her life as garbage woman roaming around the streets, then
going back in time to tell to tell her story since she was a child, when she grew to
be abused for her disability, and to her on the caring hands of Tinyong, her being
molested by the town investigator, up to her murdering Tinyong and on the last
part, which is just a lamentation of all the things that happened to her and the
town. The story also discussed her mother’s life briefly, her frustrations about
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being voiceless and helpless, and of her being with and eventually being away,
LITERARY ANALYSIS
The story highlights the voiceless Filipino population, which has been frequently
discussed, and how these unheard voices are constantly controlled, altered, and
manipulated for an unidentified purpose. This means that Filipinos refuse to start
concerned with the big picture and less bothered with the small but extremely
detailed and significant aspects of society. Because of the broken and disabled
society that people have built, there is complete anarchy and dire consequences
for the people. In terms of the victory of evil over good, it is important to think that
Huli is good, but what she did was evil, so her frustrations led her to do
The Execution
Charlson Ong
A Summary
ever since.
The rest of the world outside home, family, and school was so much black
I remember my younger brother Ricky, not yet five then, screaming his
Ricky had bounded up from in front of the television set where he was
Our cousin Mikey had convinced Ricky that the plump man in a light-hued
Banlon shirt, whose swollen, blindfolded head dropped to his chest after the rifles
facing him barked and a dozen murky spots were impaled upon his body, was
Father.
Ricky screamed as I trudged through the door and Mother began slapping
Ricky wasn't crying though, he must have thought Father was enjoying
It was I, coming home alone, leaving Father behind at the military camp
where they carried out the musketry---crying, begging for Father to come home
with me as I, an untravelled nine year-old, hardly knew the way home; and he
yelling, screaming at me to go home and leave him be---who rushed headlong for
He had forgotten about the shooting; he thought Father had returned from
one of his occasional trips to Cebu where he sold most of our imported textiles.
Ricky asked for his present while Mother remained sad and silent.
‘‘ Father had promised the night before to take me to watch the musketry.
Mother had registered her perfunctory protest, but couldn't tell just then
There had been previous rumors about Gan's clandestine ‘‘sidelines,‘‘ but
by the large, he was considered a fatuous man who had neither the brains nor
Months before his arrest Gan had dropped by our store for an afternoon
chat with Father and some friends and had intimated that martial law was soon to
be declared.
rumors.
He began doing calligraphy with his ink and brush---the first time he'd
done so since the hours awaiting Ricky's birthing five years before.
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Sheet upon sheet of delicate black swirls and thin, fine strokes---like the
insides of a cell nucleus I discovered a few years later peering for the first time
That one was from the 3,000 year-old Book of Odes, according to Uncle
LITERARY ANALYSIS
The Execution
Charlson Ong
technique allows for the examination of many viewpoints and interpretations and
adds another layer of storytelling. As the events are described in vivid detail by
The story is filled with deep meaning and stirring imagery from Ong. The
"executioner's cage" metaphor illustrates how the legal system is oppressive and
demeaning. The "wheel of fortune" alludes to the cyclical patterns of power and
influence as well as the randomness of fate. These symbols deepen the story's
context.
The issue of power and its repercussions on people and society are
explored in the novel. The executioner has great control over the condemned, yet
emphasizes how power has a degrading effect and feeds the cycle of
between guilt and innocence is muddled by his prior deeds and engagement in
illegal operations. Readers are compelled to consider the nature of justice and
Ong questions the violence, arbitrariness, and fairness of the death penalty.
Through the narrative, he examines the more general social problems of poverty,
corruption, and the underlying causes of crime. As a mirror, the narrative reflects
Ong dives deeply into the characters' psychological states, especially that
examining themes of guilt, obligation, and the significance of one's deeds. Ong
short story that dives into topics of power, oppression, morality, and the human
condition. The story encourages readers to consider the nature of justice and the
moral intricacies adds depth and richness to the story, making it a riveting and
Geyluv
Honorio De Dios
Diyos ko, ano ba naman ang aasahan ko kay Mike ano? Noong una
kaming magkita sa media party, di ko naman siya pinansin. Oo, guwapo si Mike
at macho ang puwit, pero di ko talaga siya type. Kung napansin ko raw ang
panahon at kung gusto niyang maglandi nung gabing iyon, siya na lang. Talaga
tinalo pa yata ang love story nina Janice de Belen at Nora Aunor, sinarhan ko na
ang puso ko sa mga lalaki. Aba, at mas guwapo pala sa malapitan ang Mike na
ito.
siya ang nagprisinta. Imbyerna na ako noon kay Joana, noong magpunta kami
sa Zambales para sa interview nitong si Mike. Aba, pumapel nang pumapel ang
bruha. Daig pa ang “Probe Team” sa pagtatanong ng kung anu-ano rito kay
naman sa Pampanga, bigla nga akong nag-ayang tumigil para mag-soft drink.
Diyos ang mga bakla! . Mataray itong si Benjie, mataray na bakla, `ika nga.
kung bakit siya mataray. `Yun ang usual defense niya `pag may nanlalait sa
kanyang macho. Ang taray, ano po? Pero hanggang ganyan lang naman ang
taray nitong si Benjie. Lalo na pag nai-involve siya sa isang lalaki. Natatakot na
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kasi siyang magamit, ang gamiting ng ibang tao ang kanyang kabaklaan para sa
May negative reactions agad siya `pag nagiging malapit at sweet sa kanya
Simple lang naman ang regulasyon: kailangang maayos ang pila ng mga
Ang gusto naman daw mangyari ng babaeng iyon, tatayo siya sa stage ng
eskuwelahan at mula doon ay ipamamahagi niya ang mga relief goods, kung
kanino man niya maiabot. Alam na raw ng mga namamahala ng center ang
gusto nung babae, ngunit ang mga unat lamang ang nagkagulo sa kanyang
organisadong pagkuha ng mga relief goods. Pero nagreklamo rin sila nung
bandang huli kung bakit hindi sila nakatanggap ng tulong. Iiling-iling na kinuha ni
Benjie ang pangalan ng babaeng iyon. Ang putang inang iyon. At `di rin siya
money for love. Gusto niya, ture love at meaningful relationship. `Yun din naman
Sabagay, maganda naman talaga itong si carmi. Ewan ko nga lang dito
kay Carmi kung bakit laging nagseselos sa akin. Hanggang ngayon, di pa rin
mundo kinabukasan.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
Geyluv
Honorio De Dios
Geyluv is a story about two males who have opposing sexual orientations.
Mike, a close straight buddy of Benjie, falls in love with him. Benjie expressed his
feelings for Mike, which was followed by a flashback of how they met and
became friends. Because the story involves the ideas and insights of a
Heterosexual Man to a Homosexual Man and vice versa, the story is written in a
way involving queer theory. It illuminates their emotions and what is going on in
their heads when they interact with one another. It describes what these two
people think of each other and their connection. Although the story has an open
ending, it does not have the conventional happily ever after or tragic finish. The
story gives a hint of positivity that somewhat assures the readers that the story
might actually end up happy while not giving out the actual ending itself, giving
the story temporal continuity meaning they might still be together and the story is
still on-going despite the piece of literature being over. De Dios, like Herman
his readers' interest. While Ville has "Call me Ishmael," de Dios has "I love you
in these days when the world is filled with homosexuals. It provides readers with
that "gay" guys are not that different from their heterosexual counterparts and
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that they should be treated with the same respect as any other people. It also
demonstrates that there are "straight" males who are at ease with personal
friendship with homosexuals. This also teaches homophobic people that gay
guys are not terrible and should not be treated negatively. Even in today's world,
when these people are treated better than in the past, there is still discrimination
that is happening.
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AMONG THE
DISAPPEARED (KABILANG
SA MGA NAWALA)
By: Ricky Lee
Taong 1972. Pinamunuan ng
mga militar ang buong
Pilipinas. Ang pagbaba ng
Martial
Law sa taong ito ay maitim na
latay sa ating kasaysayan.
Maraming buhay ang nawala,
ni-raid na
mga bahay, hinuling mga tao at
ipinasarang diyaryo at radio.
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Maraming nag-underground.
May
mga gumamit ng ibang
pangalan at pagkatao upang
hindi mahuli ng mga militar.
AMONG THE DISAPPEARED (KABILANG SA MGA NAWALA)
Ricardo Lee
T aong 1972.
Pinamunuan ng
buong Pilipinas.
Ang pagbaba ng
Martial Law sa
na latay sa ating
kasaysayan.
Maraming buhay
na mga bahay,
usapan sa mga kanto at palihim na pasahan ng mga sulat. Anak siya ng Martial
Law. Lumaki si Jun-Jun sa hindi niya tunay na mga magulang. Laging siyang
may takot sa mga mata. Puro pasakit at dusa ang kanyang naranasan sa piling
ng mga ito. Payatot na siya bata pa, laging nakaturtleneck kapag pumapasok
para huwag makita ng mga kaklase ang mga pasa sa leeg. Matalino at magaling
umurong ang boses niya. Ipit ang lumalabas na mga tunog. Naranasan na
tanga. Nilapitan siya ni Jun-Jun. Aabutan sana niya ito ng tissue paper, pero
hangin lamang ang nahawakan niya. Dininig na lamang niya ang malungkot na
Noong aapbata9y binubugbog siya ng padir niya dahil bakla siya, ngunit ng
siya ni Jun-Jun papauwi. Dito niya nalaman na may ampon ito. Si Kess. Siyam
na taong gulang. Tulad ni Jun-Jun, lagi rin itong sinasaktan kapag mainit ang
nararamdaman. Nakikita ni Jun-Jun ang sarili kay Kess. Sa kabila ng mga palo
Jun. Iniwan ang mag-ina. Nakilala niya si Mitch Valdez. Isa ring magaling na
impersonator at artista. Sikat dati ngunit nalaos din. Gusto ni Jun-Jun si Mitch
dahil may sugat ito sa boses. Nagpapatawa pero parang kapag sinundot ay
paang gala. Sila ang mga taong kung hindi nagtatago ay nawawala. Dumating
ang sandaling ninais ni Jun-Jun na hanapin ang sarili niya, Kung saan
siya nagmula at sino ang kanyang mga tunay na magulang. Bumalik siya sa dati
niyang tinitirhan at dito nakita ang isang papel, address ng isang saleslady sa
Shoeworld. Ito ang babaeng pinag-abutan ng kanyang ama bago ito patayin ng
mga sundalo. Dito niya nalaman na mga rebolusyonaryo ang kanyang mga
magulang.
Nagsimula siyang gumala sa mga strike at rallies. Napuno ang tenga niya
niya ang amoy ng pagtutol at nilisan ang sigaw ng paghihimagsik. Sa isang rally
niya nakita ang kanyang mukha. Nasa placard hawak ng isang matandang
katarungan! Sinundan niya pauwi ang matandang babae... ang kanyang Lola.
Nagpakilala siya rito kahit hindi siya nakikita. Nagulat ang kanyang lola ngunit
tinutukan sila. Binaril ang kanyang ama hanggang sa mamatay. Ang ina niya9y
Nagpatulong sila rito kung paano niya makikita ang kanyang ina.
Kasamahan si Dante ni Amy sa kilusan. Isa rin itong matinik sa mga militar.
mahalaga ang pakikisangkot. Aniya kay Jun-Jun, kung hindi mo alam kung saan
sumunod na araw ay paghihintay ng balita kung nasaan ang kanyang ina. Para
si Jun-Jun nang ipakilala siya ni Dante kay Gene. Bahagi na rin pala ito ng
kilusan. Alam ni Gene kung nasaan ang kanyang ina. Halos legend na raw ito sa
mga mataay nakita niya sina Gene, Dante, Mitch, Pongka-Pongka at Kess. Lahat
Pinamunuan ng mga militar ang buong Pilipinas. Ang pagbaba ng Martial Law sa
taong ito ay maitim na latay sa ating kasaysayan. Maraming buhay ang nawala,
ni-raid na mga bahay, hinuling mga tao at ipinasarang diyaryo at radio. Maraming
Nilapitan siya ni Jun-Jun. Aabutan sana niya ito ng tissue paper, pero
hangin lamang ang nahawakan niya. Dininig na lamang niya ang malungkot na
niya nalaman na may ampon ito. Si Kess. Siyam na taong gulang. Umalis muli si
Jun-Jun. Iniwan ang mag-ina. Nakilala niya si Mitch Valdez. Isa ring
na hanapin ang sarili niya, Kung saan siya nagmula at sino ang kanyang mga
tunay na magulang. Bumalik siya sa dati niyang tinitirhan at dito nakita ang isang
ng kanyang ama bago ito patayin ng mga sundalo. Nagsimula siyang gumala sa
matandang babae, ang kanyang Lola. Nagpakilala siya rito kahit hindi siya
nakikita.
natagpuan niya ang kanyang apo. Dinala siya ng kanyang Lola kay Dante, ang
kaibigan ng kanyang ina sa kilusan. Nagpatulong sila rito kung paano niya
balita kung nasaan ang kanyang ina. Para sa isang desaparecidos, kapag
umuulan pinakamasakit ang mga alaala. Nagulat si Jun-Jun nang ipakilala siya ni
Dante kay Gene. Pinagmasdan ang ina at hinagkan niya sa noo. Kahit hindi siya
pagmulat ng kanyang mga mataay nakita niya sina Gene, Dante, Mitch,
nawawala.
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LITERARY ANALYSIS
President Ferdinand Marcos ruled from 1972 to 1981. Lee uses this
historical context to shed light on the human rights violations and political
repression that occurred during this time period. He investigates the destructive
pursuit of justice and the truth. Lee depicts society's neglected and downtrodden
groups, emphasizing their misery and struggle against an oppressive state. In the
midst of significant human rights breaches, the novel addresses the role of
activism and resistance, highlighting the need of solidarity and collective action.
story. Each individual has a unique backstory that reflects the larger social and
circumstances.
on both victims and loved ones. Lee looks into the sorrow, sadness, and
uncertainty felt by those who have been left behind, revealing the emotional toll
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memory, loss, and identity, depicting how these horrific occurrences shape and
between time periods and perspectives. This fragmentary storytelling mirrors the
deeper truths. The image of the disappeared, which appears again, depicts the
eradication of truth, justice, and human rights. It represents the silence and
repression of rebellious voices. Through the use of these literary elements, Lee
during the martial regime era. The novel draws light on the victims' and their
structure, symbolism, and allegory adds depth and complexity to the story,
C arlos Bulosan—who
but no real aspirations beyond survival. Allos has four brothers whom he has
never even met during the first part of the book: Amado, Macario, Leon, and
Luciano.
knows that this is unlikely if he remains in the Philippines. Eventually, after his
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father loses all of the family’s land, Allos goes to America to join Amado and
Macario.
mobility and aspirations. For years, Allos travels up and down the Pacific Coast
as he searches for work, hope, and his scattered family members. The
destinations of his travels rarely matter. Rather, his frantic, aimless wandering
participates in. Each time Allos makes a breakthrough in his education, or his
that sets him back. During his time in America, Allos flirts with a life of crime,
After his father’s death, Allos gains purpose by involving himself with the
becomes dangerous for Allos and his allies, three of whom are kidnapped and
woman named Eileen Odell, who becomes his close friend. Around this time,
doctors diagnose Allos with tuberculosis and predict he may only live five more
years. Following a series of lung operations, Allos convalesces for two years in
a hospital.
Upon his discharge from the hospital, Allos is instrumental in launching the
When the U.S. enters World War II following the 1941 bombing of Pearl Harbor,
Allos helps draft a resolution to allow Filipino Americans to serve in the armed
enlists.
As the book concludes, Allos is on the firmest ground of his life, even
published writer. Not only that, his writing has an activist, political bent. Allos
finally finds a way to fight against a corrupt system that does not require him to
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during the early 20th century. Bulosan vividly describes the hardships,
American Dream. Through his own experiences and those of his fellow
systemic oppression that Filipino communities faced, both within society at large
and within their own ethnic enclaves. The novel raises awareness of the
racial hierarchies.
Bulosan grapples with his Filipino heritage and the desire to assimilate into
American society while maintaining his cultural roots. The novel examines the
the internal conflicts that arise from navigating multiple cultural identities.
American labor system. He exposes the injustices, poor working conditions, and
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economic exploitation faced by Filipino farm laborers and domestic workers. The
tool for empowerment and social change. Through his own journey of self-
education and the pursuit of writing, Bulosan demonstrates the power of words to
solidarity in the face of adversity. Bulosan depicts the bonds formed within
Filipino communities, the support networks that sustain individuals, and the
collective efforts to resist oppression and fight for justice. The novel celebrates
autobiographical novel that explores the immigrant experience and the struggles
resilience and determination of those seeking a better life. The novel remains a
of the immigrant narrative and the ongoing pursuit of equality and social justice.
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to be spurned is my lot.
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originally written in Ilocano with the title "Nalpay a Nannama". The perspective of
this poem is all about the concept of love. It's about being loved and not being
loved, and loving someone without receiving anything in return. This poem
conveys the essence of love and the happiness of having someone to love and
share joy, laughter, and even painful moments. The third stanza shows the
opposite of the idea of being loved. It shows how hurtful it is to have no one to
dedicate your life to. It seems unhappy to spend every day alone feeling unloved.
The world you inhale and exhale is like aimless survival. All you see is sorrow,
pain and suffering. And the rest describes the feeling of being in love. It shows
what love can do when that thing called love comes upon you.
When you love someone deeply, you can do anything you can't imagine,
as if you have superpowers to conquer the world. Love makes your life full of
This poem summarizes what love looks like and how it affects our lives. It
makes us aware of the impact love has on our current state as human beings.
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society's concept of femininity. The persona in the ‘‘Revolt from Hymen‘‘ can be
compared to a woman writer who aims to free herself from the constricting
boundaries of the feminine position. The kisses on the third stanza are a symbol
of patriarchal society's high regard for women who conform to the stereotypical
The persona believes that these kisses, just like festering sores, are
things that women should not want for themselves. The virgin, whose hymen is
still intact, is a symbol for all the women who chose to submit to the standards
connected with femininity. Women writers are like whores because both of them
transgress the society's concept of femininity. Both of them—the whore and the
stereotypical roles. The persona in the poem chose to write and free herself
despite being labeled a whore than to be a virgin and remain forever muted.
The lines ‘‘[breaking] the seal / That marks the flesh no better than a
whore's‘‘ pertains to the process of severing the chains that bind the feminine
MY FATHER'S TRAGEDY
Carlos Bulosan
t was one of those lean years of our lives. Our rice field was destroyed by
I
locusts that came from the
The children walked in the streets looking for the fruit that fell to the
ground from the acacia tree. The men hung on the fence around the market and
watched the meat dealers hungrily. We were all suffering from a lack of proper
food. But the professional gamblers had money. They sat in the fish house at the
The loafers and other bystanders watched them eat boiled rice and fried
fish with silver spoons. They never used forks because the prongs stuck between
their teeth. They always cut their lips and tongues with the knives, so they never
asked for them. If the waiter was new and he put the knives on the table, they
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looked at each other furtively and slipped them into their pockets. They washed
their hands in one big wooden bowl of water and wiped their mouths with the
The rainy season was approaching. There were rumors of famine. The
grass did not grow and our carabao became thin. Father's fighting cock, Burick,
was practically the only healthy thing in our household. Its father, Kanaway, had
won a house for us some three years before, and Father had commanded me to
give it the choicest rice. He took the soft-boiled eggs from the plate of my sister
Marcela, who was sick with meningitis that year. He was preparing Burick for
something big, but a great catastrophe came to our town. The peasants and
most of the rich men spent their money on food. They had stopped going to the
cockpit for fear of temptation; if they went at all, they just sat in the gallery and
shouted at the top of their lungs. They went home with their heads down, thinking
It was during this impasse that Father sat every day in our backyard with
his fighting cock. He would not go anywhere. He would not do anything. He just
sat there caressing Burick and exercising his legs. He spat at his hackles and
rubbed them, looking far away with a big dream. When Mother came home with
some food, he went to the granary and sat there till evening. Sometimes, he slept
there with Burick, but at dawn the cock woke him up with its majestic crowing. He
crept into the house and fumbled for the cold rice in the pot under the stove.
Then, he put the cock in the pen and slept on the bench all day.
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Mother was very patient. But the day came when she kicked him off the
bench. He fell on the floor face down, looked up at her, and then resumed his
sleep. Mother took my sister Francisca with her. They went from house to house
in the neighborhood, pounding rice for some people and hauling drinking water
for others. They came home with their share in a big basket that Mother carried
on her head.
Father was still sleeping on the bench when they arrived. Mother told my
sister to cook some of the rice. She dipped a cup in the jar and splashed the cold
water on Father's face. He jumped up, looked at Mother with anger, and went to
Burick's pen. He gathered the cock in his arms and went down the porch. He sat
Mother went on with her washing. Francisca fed Marcela some boiled rice.
"Why do you say that to me?" Father said, "I'm thinking of some ways to
become rich."
Mother threw a piece of wood at the cock. Father saw her in time.
He ducked and covered the cock with his body. The wood struck him. It
cut a hole at the base of his head. He got up and examined Burick. He acted as
though the cock were the one that was hurt. He looked up at Mother and his face
was pitiful.
"Why don't you see what you are doing?" he said, hugging Burick.
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Mother looked sharply at me. "Shut up, idiot!" she said. "You are
I watched her eyes move foolishly. I thought she would cry. She tucked
her skirt between her legs and went on with her work. I ran down the ladder and
went to the granary, where Father was treating the wound on his head. I held the
"Go to the river and exercise its legs. Come back right away. We are going
to town."
I ran down the street with the cock, avoiding the pigs and dogs that came
in my way. I plunged into the water in my clothes and swam with Burick. I put
some water in my mouth and blew it into his face. I ran back to our house
slapping the water off my clothes. Father and I went to the cockpit.
It was Sunday, but there were many loafers and gamblers at the place.
There were peasants and teachers. There was a strange man who had a black
fighting cock. He had come from one of the neighboring towns to seek his fortune
in our cockpit.
His name was Burcio. He held our cock above his head and closed one
eye, looking sharply at Burick's eyes. He put it on the ground and bent over it,
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pressing down the cock's back with his hands. Burcio was testing Burick's
strength. The loafers and gamblers formed a ring around them, watching Burcio's
Father also tested the cock of Burcio. He threw it in the air and watched it
glide smoothly to the ground. He sparred with it. The black cock pecked at his
legs and stopped to crow proudly for the bystanders. Father picked it up and
spread its wings, feeling the tough hide beneath the feathers.
The bystanders knew that a fight was about to be matched. They counted
the money in their pockets without showing it to their neighbors. They felt the
Only a highly magnified amplifier could have recorded the tiny clink of the
coins that fell between deft fingers. The caressing rustle of the paper money was
inaudible. The peasants broke from the ring and hid behind the coconut trees.
They unfolded their handkerchiefs and counted their money. They rolled the
paper money in their hands and returned to the crowd. They waited for the final
decision.
"It's too soon for my Burick," Father said. His hand moved mechanically
into his pocket. But it was empty. He looked around at his cronies.
But two of the peasants caught Father's arm and whispered something to
him. They slipped some money in his hand and pushed him toward Burcio. He
tried to estimate the amount of money in his hand by balling it hard. It was one of
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his many tricks with money. He knew right away that he had some twenty-peso
All at once, the men broke into wild confusion. Some went to Burcio with
their money; others went to Father. They were not bettors, but investors. Their
In the late afternoon, the fight was arranged. We returned to our house
with some hope. Father put Burick in the pen and told me to go to the fish ponds
across the river. I ran down the road with joy. I found a fish pond under a
camachili tree. It was the favorite haunt of snails and shrimps. Then I went home.
Mother was cooking something good. I smelled it the moment entered the
gate. I rushed into the house and spilled some of the snails on the floor. Mother
was at the stove. She was stirring the ladle in the boiling pot. Father was still
sleeping on the bench. Francisca was feeding Marcela hot soup. I put the snails
Mother was cooking chicken with some bitter melons. I sat wondering
where she got it. I knew that our poultry house in the village was empty. We had
no poultry in town. Father opened his eyes when he heard the bubbling pot.
Mother put the rice on a big wooden platter and set it on the table. She
filled our plates with chicken meat and ginger. Father got up suddenly and went
to the table. Francisca sat by the stove. Father was reaching for the white meat
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in the platter when Mother slapped his hand away. She was saying grace. Then
It was our first taste of chicken in a long time. Father filled his plate twice
and ate very little rice. He usually ate more rice when we had only salted fish and
some leaves of trees. We ate "grass" most of the time. Father tilted his plate and
took the soup noisily, as though he were drinking wine. He put the empty plate
Mother was very quiet. She put the breast on a plate and told Francisca to
give it to Marcela. She gave me some bitter melons. Father put his hand in the
The drumstick fell from his mouth. It rolled into the space between the
bamboo splits and fell on the ground. Our dog snapped it up and ran away.
Father's face broke in great agony. He rushed outside the house. I could hear
him running toward the highway. My sister continued eating but my appetite was
gone.
"What are you doing, Son?" Mother said. "Eat your chicken.”
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My Father’s Tragedy
Carlos Bulosan
Bulosan described his father's losing battle to keep the small parcel of
land that supported their large family, and the setbacks that continually dashed
any hopes for improving their lives. In his vivid portrayal of his family's poverty,
Bulosan captured the forces that ultimately drove him to seek a better life to the
United States. The story, written in first person, starts with a situation in which
many people do not have enough food to eat that drives farm-dependent families
happen. His father focused his attention to his fighting cock hoping for some luck
to save them from poverty. He's constantly exercising his fighting cock and
dreaming his time away. The son and his father went home with some hope. The
father ate more than he usually eat then asked his wife where he got the white
meat because the poultry house in the village is empty. My Father's tragedy is
story about bad luck and bad attitude. I think the story is a good start to learning
Pangasinan, Philippines.
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layers of animal fur-some strange animal the girl had never seen. They called
him Bei Xiong-northern bear-because he was said to have originated from some
northern province where it snowed in winter. The girl Li Hua had never seen
snow. His head was made of stone, his eyes were red, and when he turned to
her in the half-light the girl thought for a moment that it was indeed some
unknown animal standing before her. The girl had been waiting for the stranger
at the outhouse. The night earlier Bei Xionghad come with two sacks of rice, a
goat and a jug of rice wine which he gave to the people LiHua had always
believed were her parents. But when she grew older the girl was too frail to work
the fields, too clumsy to care for the young ones, had no talent for cooking or
embroidery, and could never be married off to a well-off family But Bei Xiong had
seen the girl buying rice wine in town one day and decided to have her. And if
she was yet a girl, he would be patient and wait for her to blossom.
He needed a strong woman that he could take away with him to another
land, across the seas where he would seek his new fortune after debt and
pestilence had wiped out his crop and remaining kin. Bei Xiong had asked for the
girl and the old couple had consented though he was far from rich. The girl had
no dowry and was worth far less than the food she consumed. The old woman
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gave Li Hua some of her own clothes, a bowl of steaming broth, some sweet
potatoes, and told her to wait for her man at the outhouse. The old man berated
Li Hua for being lazy and admonished her to thank the gods for not having dealt
her a worse fate. When the stranger spoke rocks grated against his throat but Li
Hua knew he meant for her to follow him. Rain seeped through the girl's cotton
clothes and her shoulders began to burn. For a moment Li Hua felt an unearthly
comfort and the fear flew from her body as ghosts of dead sparrows. She had
The woman thought at once of the ground meat and foodstuff in the
refrigerator. It was six thirty; the girls were preparing fresh dumplings for the day.
Since the new girl was hired-Anna, yes, that is her name she remembered, these
huanna names continue to baffle her after forty years of calling them out-work
seemed to progress faster. The woman remembered how she had fed far more
customers working in tandem with their old cook ah Beng-who had since left
them-but that was many years ago. The woman hurried down the stairs leading
to the kitchen as she did every morning. Lao,‘‘ the girls greeted her as always. It
took the woman a while to recognize the name. It often sounded strange to her-
so addressed.
When she first heard Ah Beng greet her as he met them at the
wharf-‘‘Lao tai tai‘‘-he seemed tobe cursing. It took the woman a while to realize
that that was Bei Xiong's true name-Lao. Old Lao, most people called him. The
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woman had never called him. Though the difference between their ages left little
doubt among the lannang -people from the old country-that she was not old Lao's
first wife, Ah Beng continued to address her accordingly. Later, when the fact of
his distant affinity with Lao was established, the thirtyish cook would refer to the
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location, where Li Hua encounters a man named Bei Xiong. The second part
Lao tai tai or Mrs. The mention of ‘‘huanna names‘‘ and the distinction between
Additionally, the mention of Lao tai tai`s connection to Lao and her
mention of debt, pestilence, and the need for Bei Xiong to seek a new fortune
in my heart
of a just-risen sun.
Poems of love.
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The poem immerses the reader in the beauty and tranquility of the natural
world.
The description of a hidden cove, clean waters, and a fine white sand
The poet uses rich and evocative imagery to engage the reader`s senses.
The reader can visualize the clean lines of the waters, imagine the fine
white sand, and feel the coolness and purity of the lapping waves.
The speaker compares love to the sea, describing it as deep and color-
celebrates the beauty of nature and explores themes of love and mortality.
and love.
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Bonsai
Edith Tiempo
Or in my shoe.
A money bill.
Moment to moment
LITERARY ANALYSIS
Bonsai
Edith Tiempo
difficult to understand the poem as it is at first, but as one reads this poetry more,
the more one will understand what this poem or the poet is attempting to portray
to its readers. This poem discusses how one might capture such large thoughts
and compress them into something small enough to pass from one person to
another. This poem is about a mother's love, which is now being passed on or
handed over to her daughter. One of the literary images displayed in the poem
was the line, "All that I love?" Yes, for the time being--and for all time—both.
this section, the poet is teaching its readers that love can only be for a moment or
temporary since hatred might come and destroy love, but love can also be
forever or eternal. The "To a cupped hand's size" literary picture was also
depicted in the poem. This section of the poem informs readers that love is
something that can be given and received. This demonstrates how the author
believes that love is something we both ask for and give away. Having said that,
insignificant.
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One might question or ask himself why the author chose "Bonsai" as the
pot and artificially prevented from attaining its usual size. This poem, Bonsai, is
about how love is simplified and reduced so that one can give it out to
others.Since this love is now compacted or shrunk down to something small that
Monsson Madness
Leo Almero
from the gust of dust and heat; the sheath, the long
LITERARY ANALYSIS
Monsoon Madness
Leo Almero
The poem starts with a striking vision of sweet phrases concealed behind
speaker received this gift, and they express amazement that the words were
unseen and unspoken. The folding of the cloth and the thirteen various strokes
used to construct the word "ai" (Japanese for "love") represent the complexities
The speaker considers their previous assumption that the recipient of the
gift lacked the words to communicate such emotions, implying a lack of verbal
such as cutting one's heart and repeating dyed kabuki and faded kamon (family
The poem delves into the recipient's figurative position in the speaker's
life: a parasol that protects from dust and heat, a sheath, a long blade, and a fan.
These photos create feelings of safety, strength, and beauty. The idea of samurai
crests establishing families implies a bond between the two people that extends
retreat or closure.
The poem briefly mentions a period of quiet between the speaker and the
recipient during which the rain fell nonstop. This could represent a period of
emotional turmoil or separation. They eventually run into each other in a pub, and
their embrace marks the end of their romance. They opt to forget or disremember
the words whispered with the gift, maybe reflecting a wish to move on without
through rich imagery, symbolism, and personal thoughts. It conveys longing, the
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CURRICULUM VITAE
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College (Undergraduate)