My Insights On Literature

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My Insights on Literature
Note: Taken from Literary Visions Journal – An assignment for my literary class in college at PWU-IFAD (GEEN 216) under my professor and friend Ms Janet Tauro.

When I wake up in the morning, I usually start my day by reading the newspaper. Through the newspaper, I realize what’s new, what are the views of other people, what’s going on in our community or in our country in general, what’s entertaining, etc. There are literature created by the authors in order to communicate and share to us whatever he or she knows or feel.

There are different kinds of literature. They may be truthful or fictional. Truthful are direct and accurate. They are specific and they feed our thirsty intelects. Fiction literature however are not accurate and true. They are products of our imagination. But still they are based on reality or our limited understanding of things. There is no such a thing as absolute fictious literature for it is impossible to describe or much more relate an experience or matter which we do not have any idea. How can a person describe a form which does not have any geometrical basis. Therefore, fictious literature are still reality twisted in a way that would intice our emotions or our way of thinking (especially science fiction) or entertain us.

Literature has been around since the birth of humanity. It is synoninous to communication. Literature also uses devices such as language and ulitizes mediums sich as direct speech, print, broadcast, etc.

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Enter Natalie

Note: This was composed in 1995 and was intended to become lyrics of a song. The song was later titled “The Shadow” based on its first line. This song was created as my reaction to an incident way back in college.
ENTER NATALIE

The shadows are white, and they dont lie
The candles are broken, the light has expired
You entered the picture craving for attention
Blinded for a minute, caught in your deception.

Too much gestures,
Too many words,
Too much talk all through the night.

Give me a sign and I’ll loose my mind
Take me away to a place where
nobody cares and nobody listens to you.
Carry me high into the sky
Coz I think I’ll drown in sorrow.


Inkblot

Notes: This was originally input no. 4 in a literature notes for a class in college around 1989. The assignment was to pick a picture which you like to be.

I would like to be an inkblot. This way I would make people think. And based on their own experiences, they would relate to me what they think of. An inkblot in reality does not have a gender. It does not have a personality. It does not have a label. It is the society who creates a picture according to the world they believe in.
But then an ink can be formed into words if used by a pen. And these words create powerful points of delivering statements which may or may not agree with the society’s perception of thing. The challenge now is for us to write the right words. Are you ready?

Love Waves

Notes: Taken from the book Notes of Ideas by Nolit Abanilla. This piece was written in 1986.

LOVE WAVES

I wonder on a hazy sky,
With this question raised up, why?
Is it love I knew last night?
How you linger in my sight.

I walk along the ill-trodden path
I need someone to go through that
I look at you, I see that star.
Though I feel you’re not so far.

You look so sweet, deep in your eyes,
My spirit soars as if it flies.
When I’m with you I wont feel blue
Yes, It’s love, I really knew.

The World Which Once Was Green

Notes: This is also taken from the book Notes of Ideas by Nolit Abanilla. This was written in 1984 and was published in 1988 in the Philwomenian.

The World Which Once Was Green

The world which once was green
Full of plants and birds we’ve seen
The moral values of our teens
Which made our world once was clean.

As time has all passed away
Those savage punks now go astray
Those garbage scatterred on our way
This’ what you see around today.

So now we count our daily hour
Our tears drip in grief and sorrow
The life we have no one would borrow
And so we look into tommorrow.

Invisibility

Notes: This was taken from the book Notes of Ideas by Nolit Abanilla. It was written around 1984 and was published in the literary section of the Philwomenian around 1988.

INVSIBILITY

Alone, I speak to else but me,
Myself disputes with all I see.
The rapid fall,
The unheared call,
“Myself” I say, “that must be all.”

Regained my strength, I built my tent,
Alone, I rest here in my nest,
Myself, so tall,
Unfunctional,
Away where no one else can call.

Again I hear myself in fear,
As they come near, See me in sheer,
Along the hall,
Away from walls.
Ah–yes, I must have a role.