HARIBOL SURALISTA

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KAHOY X

Posted by Jai Jesus Uy Borlagdan Saturday, May 12, 2012 comments (0)

Dai na nahalat kan kahoy an tag-uran, sa paghingapos kan ragit nagsaro-saro na man su dahon niya nagluyos, pasiring sa pagkaanit. Romansang Tennyson an pakasupang niya sa batak kan lanob. Sa hudyan an trayumpo kan buhay mauli sa trahedya kan satong kaluyahan. Pero kasa’lan daa an magrumdom kan kadaogan; pirang otro man daw kuminurahaw an kahoy sa saiyang kakusugan na “Hilinga, Kagibo an sakong paghingowa! Hilinga an isog kan sakong pag-ugbos, an sadiri kong higos na minapadagos sakuya!” Ipadangog niya ini aldaw banggi sa saiyang kapwa na sa takot saiya nagtao kan saindang pag-omaw, respeto buda onra, dulo na duman sa nakatanom sa maray na daga, sa may limpoy o harani sa tubig.  Ugaring ngonian baad dai na siya maagahan. An itsura niya ngani ngonian na dagos pang naglalaban, nakakaputon an yuropyop na dahon sa natatada nindang kahidyawan mantang pigkakaon diit-diit kan aragirang, baad herak na sana kan Kaglalang. Na pakatapos kan mapait na ori na luminuwas sa bilog niyang buhay bilang supon sa kaluyahan buda kahugakan kan mga ibang tanom, mawalat lamang saiya dawa an dignidad kan luway-luway na pag-alang. Dawa sa irarom kan murusot buda makunit niyang unit, an pag-alang kaito pa nagpuon.

 

Karma

Posted by Jai Jesus Uy Borlagdan Sunday, May 06, 2012 comments (0)


Sisay ka kaito?
Baad ngani kairiba mo ako.
Siring kita kaitong duwang pato
pigsususog kun sain sagkod an kaling masulog
pigsususoysoy an gabos na laboy
sa dugi, tuka amog-amog
sa ogma sa ati lingaw an pauli
sa siram kan dai pakaaram
dai namangnohan su takmang padangadang
dai labot sa higot sa liog, sa lanit kan darangan
 iluwag na daing balukag kataning kan bilog.
An aram ko sana kun sisay  
itong kaito satuya kuminaon
iyo na ngonian ining satuyang pighahalon.

Mayo 6, 2012. Karangahan.

 

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Karangahan Online

Karangahan Online
Karangahan: Pagranga sa Panurat Bikolnon. Kagibo: Jimple Borlagdan. Pinduton an ritrato para makaduman sa Karangahan

On Borlagdan's Poetry


A Rush of Metaphors, Tremor of Cadences, and Sad Subversions
By Tito Genova Valiente
titovaliente@yahoo.com

The first time I read the poems of Jesus Jaime Borlagdan, Jimple to those who know him, I felt immediately the seething movement of the words. There was a rush of metaphors in his works. I immediately liked the feeling that the rhythm caused in one’s reading for poetry, in my book, should always be read aloud. I was hearing the voice. It was a voice that happened to sound from afar and it was struggling to link up with a present that would not easily appear.

It was heartbreaking to feel the form. I felt the lines constricting. I saw the phrases dangling to tease, breaking the code of straight talk and inverting them to seduce the mind to think beyond the words. Somewhere, the poems were reverting back to direct sentences, weakening the art of poetry with its universe of ellipses and nuances, but then as suddenly as the words lightened up, the poems then dipped back into a silent retreat, into a cave, to lick its own wounds from the confrontation that it dared to initiate.

For this column, I decide to share parts of the longer paper I am writing about this poet.

In Karangahan, the poet begins with: Bulebard, ikang muymuyon na salog/ki gatas buda patenteng nakahungko,/ako ngonian kahurona. Borlagdan translates this into:Boulevard, you forlorn river/ of milk and downcast lights/ speak to me now. Savor the translation, for in Bikol that which is a dialog has become an entreaty.)

The poet is always talking to someone but in An istorya ninda, an osipon ta, he talks about a the fruits of some narrative: Ta sa dara nindang korona kita an hadi/ sa krus, kita su may nakatadok na espada./Naitaram na ninda an saindang istorya./Punan ta na man su satong osipon./This I translate as: For in the crown they bear we are the King/ on the cross, with the embedded sword./ Marvel at this construction, as the poet cuts at the word “hadi” and begins the next line with “krus” and the “espada.” Marvel, too, at how he looks at conversion and faith, a process that made us special but also wounded us with ourselves stuck with the sword.

Finally, the poet says those lines of the true believer: They have already spoken their story, now let us begin with our tale. The poet does not have a translation but will the istorya in this line be “history” and osipon be “myth.” Shall these last four lines in the first stanza be both a subversion of our faith embedded in a foreign culture or a celebration of what we are not, and what we have not become?
Puni na an paghidaw. Puni na an pagluwas/hali sa kwartong pano ki luha, puni na/an paghiling sa luwas kan bintana./Puni na an paghidaw para sa binayaan./Puni na an pagsulit sa daluging tinimakan./Puni na an paghidaw sa mga sinugbang utoban. Terrifying lines as the poet calls us to begin the remembering and also begin the moving out from the room full of tears. In the poet’s mind, the lacrimarum vale or valley of tears had become an intimate area for instigating his own release.

The rhythm is there as in a prayer. But it is no prayer. There is the repetition but it is not a plea. There is the self but it is one that has turned away from itself into something else. That self is one that shall face the recollection of the faith that has been burned.

And yet the poet, resolute when he wants to, loves to sing and hint of fear and anxiety. Even when he is merely observing children playing in the rains, he summons images of terrible beauty. The skies become diklom na pinandon na “may luho” (with hole). From this hole, comes the sarong pisi ki sildang/ tisuhon na buminulos. The poet stays with this metaphor with such intensity that the silken thread coming from the hole justifiably becomes luhang garo hipidon na busay/paluwas sa mata/kan dagom. Dark wit and a penchant for the horrifying are tandem graces in these lines.

This is the poet who can, without self-consciousness, tell us of the …haya/kan mga ayam na namimibi/nakakapabuskad ki barahibo/nakakaulakit ki lungsi. He whispers of “halas na rimuranon, malamti/sa hapiyap kan mga bituon.”
This is a startling universe, where dogs pray (and bay), and where fears bloom and paleness afflicts and infects, and serpents are caressed by the stars.





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