Lesson: Philippine Literature: 3. Folk Tales
Lesson: Philippine Literature: 3. Folk Tales
Lesson: Philippine Literature: 3. Folk Tales
“Tabalu. Bala mu, malalam pin. I don’t know. It’s deep. I I shook my head of all this guilt away. Well, too bad, I
guess,” the immediately rejoined. “Lawen me itang tau thought I had the money which you hadn’t, Sorry. Even in
angga ne keng atyan na. Look at the guy crossing. The ancient times, slaves laboriously carried their obese
water’s up to his tummy, he said, pointing to the man. masters. History repeats itself, I tried to reason out in my
thoughts. When we got to the middle of the river, I closed
It was deep, I contemplated. I didn’t want to take of my eyes, not because I was afraid of the water, but
getting my clothes wet. Look at the guy crossing. The because I was worried that the barker wouldn’t be able to
water’s up to his tummy,” he said, pointing to the man. I cross it, with me as his burden.
was also thinking that perhaps the water that flowed down
the river was contaminated because of the volcanic ash The water was already knee‐deep. He wasn’t even
and the sulfuric content of the water. wearing any footwear. What if he slid doen because he
sttepped on a rock or a hole under the water?
Just then, I saw about four barkers holding wooden
chairs, inviting people to cross the river on these chairs. But he was very much focused. His steps were show but
They explained that people would be sitting on the chair cautious. I wanted to talk to him so that my mind would be
and the barkers themselves would carry the chair to the distracted from worrying, but I felt that he needed full
other side for a fee of ten pesos. Despite the horrible concentration to get us through. I just held on the hand
sight before me, I forced a smile I was thinking about how rest of the chair.
indestructible humans are. These people were still
struggling to live even if catastrophes like typhoons and I imagined that poor people have always exhibited their
volcanic eruptions had truck. Catastrophes constantly resilience this way. When calamities happen, they are the
plagued their lives. I felt deep admiration for them. first ones to suffer the initial blows. Yet, they survive and
eventually thrive. They just need to go slow and sure. The
One barker thought my smile was an indication that I rich and the middle class are alienated from this kind of
wanted to ride in the chair. “Bisa kang sake. Would you survival strategy. That is why much is lost in them when
like to take a ride?” he asked. I was meaning to say no things go down. But not the poor; they are like fungi.
but I was speechless, still talking everything in.
They don’t die. They morph after a catastrophe. We got to
Besides, I wanted to see my family. I nodded my head. the order end of the river. The barker found a coarse spot
“Koya, padagdag naku mu keka ne. Kasi lupa kang where he could put down the chair. He was painting
mabayat. I’ll charge you extra. You look heavy” the barker heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. I
smiled fully; revealing he had no teeth. thanked him and handed a twenty-peso bill. He looked
grateful and smiled. I was waiting for him to utter an
For a moment, I wanted to pull his hair and drown his insulting remark so I could give him the sermon of the
head in the river. This impertinent one. I thought. He had day. But he didn’t. “Dacal a salamat pu koya. Thank you.
to subtly insult my chubby body. But I surmised that he Pantunan mu naku potang bisa nakang mibalik keng
meant well. It was not going to be easy carrying me to the sumangid. Hatad daka. Just look for me when you want to
other side of the river. I just simply agreed. I sat on the cross the river going back. I’ll take you.” He said as he
chair and put the bag on my lap. nodded his head approvingly, once again showing his
toothless mouth “Sige pu, salamat mu rin,” I replied.
The barker clasped an improvised rope seatbelt from one There was hardly any roving jeepney at all when I climbed
and to the other. Yeah, like I would experience an up the gully. Tricycles were waiting at the, but I chose not
accident by forgetting to use this seatbelt, I thought to ride in one. I decided to walk. The house was only
sarcastically. Just hold the chair’s handles, sir it’s good about five minutes away anyway.
that you came this early. Potang gatganapun, ali tana
makapunta karin uling malalam ne ing danum.
As I was walking, I thought about what the future would REGION VIII LITERATURE – 2
hold for this city I loved. Kapampangans are known to be
A. Region: VIII
a proud people. I only wished that they would get past all
this soon. I was hoping that I would also see my family B. Author: Eduardo A. Makabenta, Sr.,
complete and in the best of health. My steps got quicker. I 1885-1973 was a poet from Region 8
started to run. At the threshold of the house, I saw Mother C. Literary Form: Poem
carrying a bundle of laundry. When she saw me, she
D. Text:
smiled and patted my arm. I was puzzled to see her
carrying a load. Here is Mano Danding's Despidida Kan
Kirikay:
“Where are you going? I just got here. I was so worried Lakat na la, lakat na la kun malakat ka.
about you. Where is ate and her family, are they okay?” I
Saho ko man, saho ko man bis’ ka ngain.
asked. Mother placed the bundle on the table and
tightened it. “They’re all okay, thank God. I’m going to Lakat na la, di ak’ ha im’ mababaraka,
Dau to give this to your ate.” “What, are you serious?” I Ngan di ha imo magbibiling.
was shocked by Mother’s retort. “The Abacan bridge has An budo ayaw pagdad-a,
collapsed, didn’t you know? How are you going to get to
An bahaw ngan luwag,
Dau?” “I know that the Abacan bridge is no more,” Mother
said pensively. “I’ve been to Dau and back. Twice Layas na kun malayas ka,
already. There are still barkers that lift chairs down there Diri matangis an ak’ kalag.
in the river, aren’t there?” she looked at me. I was aghast Kapara na, kapara na ha ak’ paniplat.
to hear this from her. “You mean you want to go down the
Pahirayo, di ak’ ha im’ mag-aawil,
river? You are not afraid?” “Why should I be afraid?”
Mother interrupted. “Only the old ones are afraid to cross Pakadto na, gikan na ngan lurop ha dagat,
the river. I am not that old. Besides, you’re here to keep Bis’ bugkoton ka hin bukawil
me company, right? I’ll cook your favorite ginataang Diri gad ha im’ mahawid,
kamansi.” I was dumbfounded. Mother was unbelievable.
Paturon han paglakat—
“Hurry up! The river gets deeper in the afternoon,” Mother
shouted “Let’s go.” Ibilin kalayo, tubig,
Di ak’ ha im’ maglalanat. (1940)
REGION VIII LITERATURE – 1
A. Region: VIII GOODBYE TO KIRIKAY
B. Author: Iluminado Lucente (May 14, Go, go, if that’s what you want! / I don’t care,
1883 - February 14, 1960) was a Filipino don’t care where. / Just go, go, I don’t care! / I
writer, primarily writing poetry and drama in won’t be looking for you!
the Waray language. He is considered to be You can’t bring the salted fish, /The leftover
one of the finest writers in the Waray rice, the ladle/
language. Lucente was born on May 14, Go, go if you must, / I won’t be grieving about
1883 into a well-off family, to Curicoco it, for sure.
Lucente and Aurora Garcia, in Palo, Leyte. Get out, out of my sight. /Go away, I’m not
C. Literary Form: Poem going to miss you. /
D. Text: Leave now, leave, jump in the sea if you will/
An Iroy nga Tuna (My Motherland) If a conch gobbles you up, that’s fine too.
An iroy nga tuna matam-is pagpuy’an Well, I’m not stopping you, /Go on, get
Bisan diin siplat puros kasangkayan. going, /Just leave the fire behind, the water, /
Aanhi an hingpit na ginkalipayan I’m not chasing after you, never.
Hira nanay, tatay pati kabugtuan.
LESSON: COMPARE AND
Lugaring kay hiblon, sa dughan bati-on CONTRAST THE VARIOUS 21ST
Inin Pilipinas dayuday uripon CENTURY LITERARY GENRES
Ay Tuna nga akon nataw'han! A main literary genre is Poetry. All
Hain daw an hingpit nga ginkaripayan? poems share specific characteristics. For
example, poetry is written in lines and stanzas
Salamat uyamot hinin kalangitan instead of sentences and paragraphs. Some
Waray na mabug-on nga at’ kasakitan poems follow strict rules as to the number and
Kay adton uripon nga nayon length of lines and stanzas, whereas many
Labis mapait pa kay han kamatayon. poems are much more free-flowing
(study.com).
Duroyog mag-ampo inin katiripon
Nga di’ bumalik an at’ kauripon Poetry is generally considered to be
Kairo han at’ sumusunod kon the oldest art. Long before our forefathers
Tulo nga bitoun ngan adlaw matunod. learned to write, they sang and recite lines of
verse. Among the literary genres, poetry is the
most closely related to music. Like music, it 5) Sensory/Poetic Images - by using
appeals to the senses and imagination. Like sensory/poetic images or words and phrases
music, too it is meant to be heard. Poets that appeal to the five senses, a poet
choose words or their sounds as well as for recreates an experience.
their meanings. They combine these words to
create vivid pictures and to express deep Poetic images have been classified into
feelings. the following figures of speech:
Simile - consists of comparing two things by
ELEMENTS OF POETRY using the words “like” or “as”.
1) Sense - is revealed through the meaning of Example:
words; image and symbols. Your face as a big as a seed, but you do not
• Diction - denotative and connotative bear fruit…
meanings/symbols (lines from A Secret by Carlos Bulosan)
• Images and sense impressions - sight,
sound, smell, taste, touch, motion and Metaphor - uses direct comparison of two
emotion. unlike things or ideas without using the words
• Figure of speech - simile, metaphor, “like” or “as”.
personification, apostrophe, metonymy, Example:
synecdoche, allusion, antithesis, paradox, Dear Lord:
litotes, oxymoron, onomatopoeia. Let thou be the street cleaner
Whilst I be the road
2) Sound - is the result of the combination of (Prayer by NVM Gonzales)
elements.
• Tone color - alliteration, assonance, Personification - gives human traits to
consonance, rhyme, repetition, anaphora. inanimate objects or ideas.
• Rhythm - order recurrent alteration of Example:
strong and weak elements in the flow of The bulled said to the heart: from now on we
the sound and silence: duple, triple, shall never part.
running or common rhyme. (lines from Communion by Gerson M. Mallillin)
• Meter - stress, duration, or number of
syllables per line, fixed metrical pattern, or Apostrophe - is a direct address to someone
a verse form: quantitative, syllabic and absent, dead, or inanimate.
accentual syllabic. Example:
• Rhyme scheme - formal arrangement of Little Sampaguita
rhymes in a stanza or the whole poem. With the wandering eye