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Carlos Bulosan And the Tragedy He Wrote

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This photo reminds me of the stories of Carlos Bulosan -- his fabled prose of Philippine countryside, later to be defined as his love letters to his homeland. I was once holding a book of Bulosan with his photograph on it and one of my sisters then said he looked like the comedian "Bayani Casimiro". I did not respond but then I asked myself: Can a picture t ell the tragic life one had lived or the funny side of our being? The story I'm referring to was Bulosan's "My Father's Tragedy". All about that extension of Filipino male machismo which happens, oftentimes, to be the prize bird. Somehow Filipino men were depicted in illustrations, old photos, from Spanish time down to the early years of the 20th century, holding their fighting cocks. (sorry for the term if the language seems to be indiscreet) If the medieval rulers of Europe and Arabia had falconry, nomadic tribesmen of the Asian Steppe hunt with their trained eagles, Filipino males have their &quo

Luna was an Hispanophile

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 Juan Luna's "The Philippines and Spain on the road to the Temple of Glory" In a letter to Ferdinand Blumentritt Jose Rizal mentioned Juan Luna's travail with a committee for a group of Spanish artists who disallowed Luna to highlight his work in an exhibition. The Spanish Senate allowed him and yet this group would not for the simple reason, stated rather sarcastically by Rizal in German as "Kurz und Klar, es w ill nicht, weil es will nicht".."(Short and clear, it won't, because it doesn't want to"). Kumbaga ehh wala ng ibang dahilan kundi "ayaw". In the next sentence, Rizal went on with this so-called "I told you so mood", saying he and Blumentritt were right all along. Implying those racial overtones of that time...or how Spaniards take Filipinos as inferior. Rizal then gave a sweeping declaration about his friend; "Luna war ein Hispanophile, so dass er wollte nie etwas gegen Spanien malen" (Luna was a

Reflections on a Golden Ear

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I vividly recall a discussion I had with my Singaporean friend regarding the late 19th-century migration of the Chinese to Peninsular Malaya through the seaport of the Lion City. He also shared his family's history, how his ancestors began by selling noodles (Hokkien Mee) in Ipoh, Malaysia. "Of course, the Chinese in Manila were involved in similar endeavors," I told my friend. Adding, "They undertook the less desirable tasks that the Spaniards and native Filipinos wouldn't touch. Cleaning ears, for instance. I realized that some of the wealthy families in the Philippines today trace their ancestry back to Hokkien Chinese." "They were quite a resilient bunch, those lonely migrants," my friend interjected. He continued, "If you mention barbers and ear cleaners in Kuala Lumpur, I can even pinpoint the street where their 'shops' once stood. They took in apprentices, can you believe that? They would recruit newcomers from the mai