LARITA KUTSARITA'S SPOONFULS: October 2011

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Ang Tunay na Magnanakaw ay Wala sa mga Dyipni at Eskinita ng Maynila

Isang araw, nabutas ang paborito kong boho bag (na ginagamit ko simula pa noong freshman pa lang ako).

Nakasakay ako noon sa Ikot jeep, at napag-isip-isipan kong hindi siya simpleng butas lang.

Nilaslasan ako ng bag ng aking katabi. Buti na lang at naunahan ko, naramdaman ko bago may makuha.

Sabi ko sa katabi kong lalaking may malaking knapsack, "Wala po kayong makukuha sa'kin kasi wala naman akong pera. Ang akin lang, karamihan ng dala ko ay hiram lang (i.e. kamera at tripod ni Kenny). Hindi lang po pera kailangan n'yo, alam n'yo 'yun." Tapos, bumaba na lang ako ng sasakyan.

Sa huli't huli, ang mga lumpen ay sintomas pa rin ng isang mala-kolonyal at mala-pyudal na lipunan.

At sa isang lipunang gaya ng atin, mayroong mas makapangyarihang mga magnanakaw na mas dapat pag-ingatan at litisin ng bayan. Sila at ang sistemang kanilang pinatatakbo ang nagluwal ng mga karaniwang magnanakaw.

Sila ang naglaslas ng paborito kong boho bag.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Lola Within a Material(ist) Girl: In love with Combats in a Warfreak Kind o' Way

"One day, these boots...

...are gonna walk all over you."

(a message to our current "horrible boss," Noynoy Aquino, his landowning clan, cronies, and his master, the Imperialist US)

We're comin' atcha: My germano and me on the second day of UP (SILIP) STRIKES BACK. Photo by Charley dela Peña.

IT IS A CRIME TO REST

Of all the speeches I have ever read, this one--a Response Speech upon receiving the
1985 Ramon Magsaysay Award for Journalism--from a great Filipino artist has made the deepest mark in me. It sings to my soul, reverberates with my heart, and enlightens my mind. Mr. Lino Brocka, thank you for lending me the words that I could not articulate for myself, and for providing me a reason to keep fighting. Kung mayroong paraan upang mamulat nang ganap, hindi ito ang pag-aninag sa liwanag kundi ang pagharap sa dilim, at ang paghahanap ng bukang-liwayway--tunay, puro, at dalisay.

The filmmaker, like his peers in the other media, now realizes that the artist is also a public person. He no longer isolates himself from society. Instead of working in his ivory tower he is a citizen of the slums, of the streets, of the battlefields if need be. The artist is becoming a participant. He tries to be true, not only to his craft but also to himself. What he says on the screen, he also says in the streets. For it is the supreme duty of the artist to investigate the truth no matter what forces attempt to hide it. And then to report this truth to the people, to confront them with it. Like a whiplash it will cause wounds but will free the mind from the various fantasies and escapist fares with which "the establishment" pollutes our minds.

To the best of our abilities, and even if we often times fail, we must produce films that will hurt, films that will disturb, films that will not let you rest. For the times are bad and, given times like these, it is a crime to rest. We cannot rest, and should not, while there is a Filipino starving in Negros, an Aquino crying for justice, a victim of police killing lying in a garbage heap. Although it is the duty of the artist to work for what is true, good and beautiful, first we must expose and fight what is wrong.

In these times, when the government-controlled media hide the truth, when most of what we get is silly gossip, pretty flesh and sensationalized crime, we must go to the streets to find out what is happening. We must listen to those who dare risk their lives and livelihoods, who reiterate once more the utmost duty of the artist, that he be a committed person, taking the side of any human being who is violated, abused, oppressed or dehumanized, and that he use whatever instrument is his--the pen, the brush or the camera.

I accept this award for all such artists, dedicated persons whose names may never be known or published, doing their share, whether inthe streets or in prison camps. Some of them may even have died, or at this very moment be fighting for their lives. This award then is for these artists.

They may gag and blindfold you, silence and imprison you, but they will never be able to destroy what made you an artist in the first place--your brave and continuing dedication to the human race.

Together with you I thank the Ramon Magsaysay Award Foundation for telling us that we should continue our work.