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Monday, March 15, 2010
“Where am I? What’s happening?” Those were the first questions I asked the moment I opened my eyes last December. On October 17, 2009, an extremely horrible event occurred. I was involved in a car accident right after a sumptuous dinner at SM Mall of Asia. The good thing here is that I’m still alive, despite the month-long unconsciousness. But right now, the question to be asked is, “how do I move on?” Moving on. Full recovery. How do I seriously get to that stage? I just want things to be like before. And then I thought, “Crazy girl! Things cannot exactly be like before. Get used to the changes instead. Don’t dwell on the fact that things at this moment have changed. Different. Just get used to them.” That’s it. Getting used to the changes. But how do I do that? Is there like a special class that gives lessons on getting used to changes? Everything has changed, so how do I get used to that? Changes. What a term. First things first. Are the changes good or bad? Well, I can say that they’re both good and bad. Good in a way that there are some things that are making me happy and comfortable right now, and bad in such a way that I feel like I’m not part of any of it. I feel like an outsider who suddenly came and nobody notices. I know that it seems like I want to get the attention of people, but that’s not it. It’s not about the attention. It’s about the feeling of being like one of them. I just want to feel welcomed once more. And that really depends on me, doesn’t it? So, what should be done? Live the way like how you were before. Just think and keep in mind that you’ll get used to the feeling. And it just takes time and effort for you to succeed. Second, be happy. I know that this might sound such a cliché, but it’s true. Happiness is such a huge and powerful thing that it truly captivates the one who has it. Just be happy, and don’t think too much of the things that devastate you. Think of the happy things. Think of the things that give you joy, and not pain and sadness. Think of Enchanted Kingdom, or Disneyland, or graduating Cum Laude, or getting a good job, or passing your thesis, or travelling around the world. Happy and good things. They’re all that matters. Last, but not the least, enjoy with whatever it is you’ll be doing. Never do things that will upset you. You were given a second life for you to be able to enjoy, and have fun. There are still some things that you should do and finish. Find them, and then commit yourself into doing them. But make sure that you are enjoying whatever that is you’re doing. If you get that feeling of exhaustion, and tiresome, and repetitiveness, then find some other thing you can do. Just be sure to finish whatever that is you started. Once you’ve done all these things, then I can say that you’re fully recovered and that you’ve totally moved on. J
3/15/2010 10:56:00 PM
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Whatever I have done or am doing in my life right now, I know that at a certain point in time, I am going to feel awfully and painfully happy. Endings are always hurtful, in whatever sense you look at them. Even if put in the context of violence, of happiness, of pain, of bewilderment, of enchantment, of love, endings are almost always devastating. For one reason, they signify the everlasting effect on people of the various encounters/experiences while the previous state of being lasted. They consequently depict the constant lingering of the actual emotions felt erstwhile. It gives people this particular feeling of helplessness, the inability to escape, and at the same time that ardent desire for permanence. We want to forget, but the sentiments linger on, willingly or unwillingly. The strong emotions that aroused our being, our senses, are elevated uncontrollably at a certain magnitude. And so we begin to become more rational than ever. Another reason would be, that the complexity of incidents is lost, and everything else becomes so simplistic. Because of too much rationality, we reach a state of purgation, catharsis of strong emotions. And the beauty of the complexity of things is destroyed, forgotten, unlearned. Simplicity is achieved, and the excitement vanishes. The irony of which is that we realize that we like things better when they were complex and complicated, always like puzzles to be solved. And that it is in our nature to want difficult things, and always be on that search for simplicity, but never really want to achieve it fully. Reaching the end ends that desire to search, and consequently, our world stops. Endings. I like endings. I am able to realize where I should stand. I don't like to be everywhere. I want to stay in one place, and wait for someone, just one person, to ask me in on a new adventure. Finally I'd answer: Sure, I'm with you.
10/17/2009 12:37:00 AM
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I don't know what to believe anymore. ********************************************************************* I'm trying to finish a paper on the musical elements present in soul music, particularly several videos that proffer certain vocal techniques present only in this genre of music. As I listened to and watched the videos, I took down notes regarding my observations in terms of their musical aspect. Here are some of my remarks: In soul music, the vocal prowess of the singers is reflected on the way they utilize the different vocal techniques. The degree of use of these vocal techniques distinguishes soul music from all the other genres of music. Firstly, soul music is very melismatic. Soulful singers employ melisma to give a distinctive style to the song. Close melisma is evident in the performances/songs of Boyz II Men(So Amazing), Reuben Studdard (Celebrate Me Home), Kyla (Buti Na Lang), and Az Yet (Hard to Say I'm sorry). Open melisma is heard mostly in all the live and powerful performances such as that of Patti LaBelle (Somewhere over the Rainbow and Forever Young), Fantasia Barrino (I'm Here), Luther Vandross (A House is not a Home), and Whitney Houston (I Have Nothing). Vibrato is also carried out, usually in certain words in the lyrics that the singers want to emphasized. Mariah Carey is one of the singers who is fond of using such vocal technique, as heard in her song Can't Take that Away. Another common vocal technique used in soulful performances/songs is the falsetto. It is evident in songs that contain extremely high notes. In the videos, such technique is visible in the songs Can't Take that Away, Somewhere over the Rainbow, Forever Young, I Have Nothing, and I'm Here. Belting, or shouting (as how plenty distinguish it) is another technique prominently used in soul music and greatly evident in this genre of music. Somehow, it is already expected of soul singers and of soulful performances to execute such a technique. This is why one can already be assured of a constantly powerful and dynamic presentation when listening/viewing a soulful performance. In terms of the overall performance/vocal aspect of the videos viewed (and with regards to the general mien of soul music), the musical arrangement, accompaniment, and personal style of the performers also characterizes soul music. One is able to determine immediately a soulful performance apart from other types of performances because the general presentation of soul music is almost always unfamiliar, thus defamiliarizing music as we know it and setting it apart from how people see and hear music. Performing a soulful song with an orchestra effectively individuates that song and gives it an unfamiliar yet powerful feel. The videos of Patti Labelle’s Somewhere over the Rainbow, Whitney Houston’s I Have Nothing, and Fantasia Barrino’s I Believe show how the orchestra as the song’s accompaniment accentuates the overall performance. ********************************************************************* It's 2:22 in the morning and I haven't shut my eyes yet. It's 2:22 in the morning and I'm still conscious. Now's the perfect time for oblivion. I should stop being a nocturnal personage and just be normal. Of course. Normal. Everyone wants normality. A life without that extra touch of randomness and spontaneity. What a dull life that is. I don't want that. I refuse to have and live that kind of life. And it really got me thinking. Do we seriously want and enjoy ordinary things? Or are we all susceptible to anything and everything abnormal, deviant, aberrant, unfamiliar, etc? Maybe it's human nature, to desire for something different.
10/04/2009 12:22:00 AM
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
THE FEELING If I would be given the chance to write about anything at the moment, I would write about a lot of things. I would write about how bewildered I am right this very minute for some jurrasic reasons. I would write about how pissed I am with the way things are going with my practicum career. I would write about how devastated I am with how my life is turning out so far. In short, I would simply write about how fucked-up I am now. And sadly, I couldn't even do anything about everything because the rain's awful, and I'm tired. I'm tired of waking up every single day knowing that I would be doing exactly the same things I did the other the day, in precisely the same manner. I'm tired of listening to the same set of useless people because I know that I would only feel sorry for myself. I'm tired of looking at the mirror only to see my reflection-- a reflection with a seemingly daunting and vexed aura. And that's just how I feel. I'm tired of pressing on the keys of my laptop because I fear that what I type might not exactly depict what I really want to say. I'm tired of speaking because I know that what I would say might not precisely express how I really feel. And so all I'm left to do is to simply feel-- because that's the only thing I know that remains real. My feelings. And I don't feel well. I just don't.
9/09/2009 03:16:00 PM
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
VANITY AND INJUSTICE I don't understand why there are even peope like her. She keeps on making decisions that are just not good enough. She would rather choose what is more convenient over what is right, over what should be. And isn't that ridiculous? Again, why are there even people like her? It's just frustrating to see something being done incorrectly, and yet I couldn't do anything about it. All I'm left to do is observe, but not act. All can do is ask myself, why is life so unfair? And yet every single day, I still long to wake up in the morning, to be able to breathe the air of life once more, and see things the way they are. I still want to stay, even if I don't like what I see anymore. FREE WILL. And I'm willing to stay, even if the pain becomes unbearable. I can't think clearly, see clearly, feel clearly. It's already 8:15 in the morning and I'm still in bed. We still have to finish 2 proposals tonight. What to do? What to do? Wake up, honey. The sun is waiting for your return.
8/19/2009 07:59:00 AM
Saturday, March 7, 2009
General Elections na naman. Panahon na naman ng walang katapusang pangungumbinse ng mga candidates, campaign officers, at members ng mga political parties sa mga mamboboto. Nandyan ang pagtetext sa'yo for the first time in jurrasic history ng kung sino-sino, asking for your support, persuading you to vote for them. And of course, ang mga pangiti-ngiti at pagbati-bati ng mga taong ngayon lang pumansin sa'yo ever. Galing! Instant friend mo na sila, wala ng ano-ano. Bongga kasi nageexpand ang circle of friends mo, yun nga lang e panandalian lang. Ang mga katagang "Vote deretso!" at "Vote straight!" ay mamayagpag na naman sa iba't ibang sulok ng Pamantasang De La Salle. Mapupuno na naman ng mga tarpaulins, gpoa's, spoa's, red/black at yellow/blue shirts, lanyards, pins, at kung ano-ano pang collectibles mula sa mga nagtatagisang political parties. Mageenjoy na naman ang mga estudyante sa mga RTR's na tumatagal ng 3 hanggang 5 minuto. Masaya 'to kasi panandaliang titigil ang mga klase, at ang tangi mo lang gagawin ay ang makinig at manood sa mga naglalakasang boses ng mga candidates. Fun din 'to kasi kahit papaano nababawasan yung lecture time ng mga professors.
3/07/2009 11:13:00 AM
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I'm not surprised to know that somehow, I'm not that motivated to study this term. Why is there no motivation? Because there is no concentration. I just could not concentrate on all the things that I'm supposed to do. You see, it's like this. Once I start taking things seriously, say for example my case study, I would only be able to do it for a while. And then afterwards, everything else, my passion and short-lived motivation for engaging myself in the work, would all be gone. This is my life now. This is my third term life. And for some strange reasons, I have no fucking idea how I even got here. ******AFTERMATH
People. There are so many people in this school, in this world. Some of them with friends whom they can talk and chat with, they can laugh with, they can share their thoughts with, can rant to, can shout and get angry at. I can see them along the hallways, at the cafetria, at photocopy booths, at building benches. And some are alone, facing the hardships of the world without anyone to help them, without anyone beside them, without anyone to give them a 'you can do it' and 'don't give up' remarks. No one. Nobody. And now that I think about it, I realized that just like many of us feels, I also don't want to be alone. But is the choice really ours to make?
2/25/2009 06:42:00 AM
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Quotes from Bob Ong's books
Personally, I am a fan of the works of Bob Ong. I love his innovative writing style which is undoubtedly, for me, one of the most interesting and humorous use of the Filipino-English language. I am in the process of creating my own personal collection of all Bob Ong's quotable quotes. So first, let me provide for you this pre-existing collection (not made by me) of famous Bob Ong lines. Enjoy! SOURCE: http://equilibrium2008.wordpress.com/2008/10/23/bob-ongs-quote/ PAG-IBIG “Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya..” “Lahat naman ng tao sumeseryoso pag tinamaan ng pagmamahal. Yun nga lang, hindi lahat matibay para sa temptasyon.” “Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang taong malapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak para alagaan ang sarili mo.” “Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba.” “Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang.” “Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na.” “Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin.” “Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din.” “Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang.” “Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa.” “Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang.” “Bakit ba ayaw matulog ng mga bata sa tanghali? alam ba nilang pag natuto silang umibig e hindi na sila makakatulog kahit gusto nila? “Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka.” “Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lang yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!” PAG-AARAL (STUDIES) “Mag-aral maigi. Kung titigil ka sa pag-aaral, manghihinayang ka pagtanda mo dahil hindi mo naranasan ang kakaibang ligayang dulot ng mga araw na walang pasok o suspendido ang klase o absent ang teacher. (Haaay, sarap!).” “Nalaman kong marami palang libreng lecture sa mundo, ikaw ang gagawa ng syllabus. Maraming teacher sa labas ng eskuwelahan, desisyon mo kung kanino ka magpapaturo. Lahat tayo enrolled ngayon sa isang university, maraming subject na mahirap, pero dahil libre, ikaw ang talo kung nag-drop ka. Isa-isa tayong ga-graduate, iba’t-ibang paraan. tanging diploma ay ang mga alaala ng kung ano mang tulong o pagmamahal ang iniwan natin sa mundong pinangarap nating baguhin minsan…” “Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa.” “dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. kung ‘di mo pagtityagaan, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. sobrang lugi. kung alam lang ‘yan ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko ehh walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela.” BUHAY (IN GENERAL) (LIFE) “nalaman kong hindi final exam ang passing rate ng buhay. hindi ito multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration or fill-in-the- blanks na sinasagutan kundi essay na isinusulat araw-araw. Huhusgahan ito hindi base sa kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base sa kung may kabuluhan ang mga isinulat o wala. Allowed ang erasures.” “Kumain ka na ng siopao na may palamang pusa o maglakad sa bubog nang nakayapak, pero wag na wag kang susubok mag-drugs. Kung hindi mo kayang umiwas, humingi ka ng tulong sa mga magulang mo dahil alam nila kung saan ang mga murang supplier at hindi ka nila iisahan.” “Mangarap ka at abutin mo. Wag mong sisihin ang sira mong pamilya, palpak mong syota, pilay mong tuta, o mga lumilipad na ipis. Kung may pagkukulang sa’yo mga magulang mo, pwde kang manisi at maging rebelde. Tumigil ka sa pag-aaral, mag-asawa ka, mag-drugs ka, magpakulay ka ng buhok sa kili-kili. Sa banding huli, ikaw din ang biktima. Rebeldeng walang napatunayan at bait sa sarili.” “Tuparin ang mga pangarap. Obligasyon mo yan sa sarili mo. Kung gusto mo mang kumain ng balde-baldeng lupa para malagay ka sa Guinness Book of World Records at maipagmalaki ng bansa natin, sige lang. Nosi balasi. wag mong pansinin ang sasabihin ng mga taong susubok humarang sa’yo. Kung hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon, hindi pa rin tayo dapat nakatira sa jupiter ngayon. Pero hindi pa rin naman talaga tayo nakatira sa jupiter dahil nga hindi nagsumikap ang mga scientist noon. Kita mo yung moral lesson?” “Nalaman kong habang lumalaki ka, maraming beses kang madadapa. Bumangon ka man ulit o hindi, magpapatuloy ang buhay, iikot ang mundo, at mauubos ang oras.” HALO-HALO “Wag magmadali sa pag-aasawa. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon sa hinaharap, mag-iiba pa ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong di pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang sa kaboses niya si Debbie Gibson o magaling mag-breakdance. Totoong mas importante ang kalooban ng tao higit anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan sa eskwelahan e nagmumukha ring pandesal. Maniwala ka.” “ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko.” “hinahanap mo nga ba ako o ang kawalan ko?” “hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan. ” “Sabi nila, sa kahit ano raw problema, isang tao lang ang makakatulong sa’yo - ang sarili mo. Tama sila. Isinuplong ako ng sarili ko. Kaya siguro namigay ng konsyensya ang Diyos, alam niyang hindi sa lahat ng oras e gumagana ang utak ng tao.” “Obligasyon kong maglayag, karapatan kong pumunta sa kung saan ko gusto, responsibilidad ko ang buhay ko.” “Masama akong tao, tulad mo, sa parehong paraan na mabuti kang tao, tulad ko.” “Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala.” “iba ang walang ginagawa sa gumagawa ng wala.” “iba ang informal gramar sa mali !!!” ”Para san ba ang cellphone na may camera? Kung kailangan sa buhay un, dapat matagal na kong patay.”
2/22/2009 04:39:00 PM
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Everyone else just feels that way. You're not alone. You should have realized that by now.
2/19/2009 06:48:00 AM
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
One more day. One more day and all this will be over. Just one more night. Tomorrow's our deadline. I keep on wondering what will happen. Will anything ever happen? Probably. A lot can happen in just a day. Just like when I met him. It all happened in an hour and a half. That was all it took. That was all it took us to... realize our hidden connection. Is there really a connection? Or is it just a troubled thought lingering helplessly in my head? Is it all just me? Is this really how it's supposed to be? The feeling of not having anything. The feeling of regret. The feeling of guilt. The feeling of embarrassment. The feeling of shame. The feeling of helplessness. The feeling of... dejection, dysphoria, melancholy, hopelessness, misery, vexation... and amidst all these, the feeling of love. It's such a strange thing how we see love in terms of petty incidents, petty events, petty situations, petty interactions, petty reasons, petty questions, petty answers. When will this ever end?
Let's just wait for tomorrow.
2/18/2009 05:46:00 PM
Monday, February 16, 2009
NIGHTSONG: CITY BY BRUTUS
Sleep well, my love sleep well: the harbor light glaze over restless docks, police cars cockroach through the tunnel streets; from the shanties creaking iron-sheets violence like a bug-infested rag is tossed and fear is imminent as sound in the wind-swung bell; the long day’s anger pants from sand and rocks; but for this breathing night at least, my land, my love, sleep well. The sounds begin again; the siren in the night the thunder at the door the shriek of nerves in pain. Then the keening crescendo of faces split by pain the wordless, endless wail only the unfree know. Importunate as rain the wraiths exhale their woe over the sirens, knuckles, boots; my sounds begin again. _________________________________________ Dennis Brutus and his poem “Nightsong: City” Dennis Brutus was born in southern Zimbabwe and grew up in Cape Province since after some time, he and his family moved in to South Africa. He taught English and Afrikaans for ten years at his old high school. Brutus became a victim of the Apartheid laws such as Group Areas Act, the Immorality and Mixed Marriages Act, and the Population Classification Act. As a result of these, he began to protest and write about against such occurrences related to Apartheid. One of the means he fought Apartheid was by officially protesting South African participation in the Olympic Games. This eventually led to his detainment at Robben Island as a political prisoner, thus deterring his teaching career, his plans of studying Law, and publishing in South Africa. One of the incidents that affected Brutus the most was his separation with his lover, who was a white citizen. They had to break up for their affair was forbidden. From 1948, during the time of the Apartheid, the Black citizens were separated from the Whites. Blacks from South Africa had to live in designated areas which were poorly furnished. In fact, these places deprived the Blacks of a good and healthy life within their own lands. Abuses from the police frequented the Blacks’ dwelling place because the Whites believed that they had to keep the Black citizens under their control. And so these incidents that occurred in the time of Dennis Brutus resulted to one of his famous masterpieces, a poem which he entitled Nightsong: City. This poem can be assumed as both personal and political in nature. Its title Nightsong: City can refer to South Africa’s nightsong which was the City—or the incidents or the sounds one can hear in the city. Brutus depicted in his poem the actual happenings in South Africa during the Apartheid. It can be deduced that this poem was based on the sufferings of the Black citizens and the problems that they encountered. A knowledge of what was happening during that time and Brutus’ relationship with these events should be acquired to be able to abundantly understand what this poem is all about, and also to figure out why it was written in a personal and political context. Nightsong: City is a work made up of symbolisms, imagery, and similes that depicts perfectly and concisely actual events, particularly the sounds, that happened in South Africa during the Apartheid. The persona of a man victimize by the Apartheid period could be the poem’s persona. Though the author fits perfectly as the narrator of the poem, it could also be looked at in general terms wherein all the experiences of the Black citizens in South Africa are encompassed. This means that the poem could be looked at in general terms of how Blacks in South Africa actually felt during that time. The setting described was obviously in a city in South Africa, particularly during the night. Its theme generally is about the Black citizens in South Africa and the problems they encountered as a result of the different acts imposed under the Apartheid period. As one reads through the poem, one can assume that the tone used by Brutus was very soft, as if someone telling a story to a child who was about to sleep. It was like a spoken lullaby uttered in mere softness. This tone is very evident in the first few lines of the poem. But if each of the lines of the poem is analyzed, one would realize that this softness in the tone only covers up the frightening underlying meaning of the whole poem. This work now becomes a seemingly true-to-life lullaby where the inferiority of the Blacks and their miseries are carefully being portrayed. Each line of the poem represents a daily scene occurring in the city of South Africa. In the third line Brutus writes… “police cars cockroach through the tunnel streets;” This statement talks about the wailing of the sirens of the police cars which could be a source of their fear since during the Apartheid period there were plenty of abuses done by the policemen. There is also a line in the poem which reads… “from the shanties creaking iron-sheets, violence like a bug infested rag is tossed, and fear is imminent as sound in the wind-swung bell;” This simile describes how this city in South Africa was surrounded by fear and violence—that fear is imminent and violence is somehow “imposed” to the people. Since the Blacks were not in the position to fight back, they eventually had the idea that feeling afraid of their surroundings have become inevitable, and that the city was meant to be fearful. Another statement that would reinforce this idea goes… “the siren in the night the thunder at the door, the shriek of nerves in pain. Then the keening crescendo of faces split by pain;” And from one of the lines of the poem which goes… “the wordless, endless wail only the unfree know,” one could immediately interpret the lack of freedom of the Blacks. And as Brutus continues with the poem… “Importunate as the rain the wraiths exhale their woe over the sirens, knuckles, boots;” this statement could represent the Black’s effort to resist the brutality inflicted upon them. Brutus compared the people to wraiths, or ghosts. And this could mean that no matter how loud the people cry, the offenders could not hear them because for them, the Blacks are better off as ghosts, or corpses. And their wails did not matter anymore no matter how loud, and noisy, and endless they may be. It is also very noticeable in the poem Brutus’ use of descriptive words that accurately describes the sounds that magnifies the fear felt by the Blacks. Brutus utilized such powerful descriptive words so that the readers would be able to clearly imagine and visualize what was actually happening in South Africa. Since the author’s original purpose for writing is to oppose the Apartheid laws, his intention of using such style was probably to show the readers events that are hard to imagine would happen in real life. Brutus probably wanted the readers to see the desperate situation the Blacks in South Africa were in. The poem also has a personal context since Brutus wrote this poem right after a break-up with his white lover. In the lines that reads… “my land, my love, sleep well;” Brutus is both addressing the land, which was South Africa, and his lover whom he was separated from. He is able to simultaneously relay the general South African experience during the Apartheid, and as well as his feelings towards his relationship.
2/16/2009 09:40:00 PM
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