#philipino literature

[goticoamericano-archived]

three generations, nick joaquin from tales of the tropical gothic

[nimuetheseawitch]

Pssst, I just read your mulcahy post and highly recommend for catholic literature research re: liberation theology to read Noli me tangere by Jose Rizal, a Philipino author who wrote on the absurdity of the catholic churches power. The book was so controversial it was banned and Rizal had to flee the country. It's now taught in schools.

I had never heard of this book, and I am excited to read it. Just got the ebook from my library. Thank you so much for the rec!

[celebratinancreatinbeauty]

Scotch, saison, scotch, espresso.  When I exit the bar to the sidewalk I can see the music hall, and large tour bus out front.  I was primed, chatting with my Philipino Uber driver about music -him insisting if I just joined a band that would entice me to play music more frequently (I don't *not like* his logic) and glad I bit the bullet to buy a ticket despite going solo.  I was in Ontario for a long weekend and was going to be spending money last Friday evening one way or another -seeing Bela Fleck and his wife Abigail Washburn perform together would be a sure thang of a moving experience.  It was, and I wept only twice, each occurrence before the intermission.

There's the perfect amount of city breeze as I approach the queue inside, and see the back of a man with a confident gait, coat open and flapping just, with a hard white case in his right hand.  Closely behind him, is a billowing beauty, powerful curly mane, dressed to kill, and sending a kiss to someone on the steps of the tour bus.  This, someone, was the 4.5-year-old son of Bela and Abigail, luscious tendril locks, and pajama-clad.  In the arms of a trusted tour manager, they bid a sweet and semi-public farewell to their young one and went through a side entrance like.  Well like rockstars, but sophisticated secret agent type rockstars ya feel?

My slight buzz honored the precious fucking moment I got to witness, now prepared to leave fulfilled before the show began because of what a lovely damn family they are and simply knowing that whole.  Routine.  Lifestyle.  Dynamic exists is enough. ENOUGH. I stuck around, got inside, got a double gin and tonic for the show -and a comment from the one pouring I must be the youngest one there and meandered to my seat.  I was eating it up, yes a more mature crowd, what makes these grey-hairs unique however was the self-selecting thread of great musical taste.  Essentially, you either make art or make six figures if you're in this space.

There must have been an oscillation of at least a dozen different banjos from fretless to cello and tuned intermittently by a female sound tech I might note.  Their transfixing skill and the sheer doting on one another they presented on stage was omnipotent.  I'm so glad they procreated.

Next to me, was a French Canadian who actually hasn't hit retirement yet.  I don't think he ever saw my tears, but he could identify my thrill to be there.  We discuss Bela's documentary Throw Down Your Heart (highly recommend, friends.) and I learn he's a literature professor at the university.

When the show wraps, after the second standing ovation, we go back to a bar for a few more beers and lots of happy chatter.  I begin to steer the conversation to what I think I should in this opportunity "Hey mister academic man, I'm an aspiring radio producer, wanna talk shop on narrative structures?" In so many words.  I didn't come out of the gate with that, but when he built me up for going to earn my carpentry trade and noticed my passion for things he remarked "Damn I wish my students were like you" so I indulged.  

He would have none of it.  None of the academic busy work fodder, he asked if I was making radio, he asked if I had approached my local public radio stations and upon hearing my less enthusiastic no's wiped away my cerebral inquiries.  It was perfect.

I mean, I wanna know well-read people's favorite short stories but man. He went on.

"You're telling me you have this recorder and this, okay it's like this, it's like I have a really really nice guitar and I tell you all about my fancy guitar and the types of music I like and what my guitar can do and you ask me if I can play it and.. I cannot play.  You need to go to your station and just start. Get in there and get a late spot or something.  

I don't even know you I'm just saying.."

One of the best things about not going to college is being validated by people who've played/are playing that game for your decision of abstinence.  

It lit a fire under my ass, I couldn't wait to get back home and finish my work sample for the radio school application lingering over my head.  Not to mention, we were each so in awe of the show and getting to debrief with a stranger shouting me IPAs was a good deal all around.

[linguistlist-blog]

Books: Plurilingual Code-Switching between Standard and Local Varieties

This book presents a comparative study on plurilingual code-switching (CS) in Italy, Croatia and Scotland-UK, based on Italian in contact with four standard varieties (Spanish, English, Philipino and Croatian) and five non-standard varieties (Arbereshe, Occitan, Calabrese, Istrovenetian and Chakavski). It intends to fill a gap in the literature by proposing an interdisciplinary perspective, as most studies are concentrated on bilingual CS and are grounded just in one approach (mostly soci http://dlvr.it/QMvy6m

[twittermemesofficial]

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[bloojayoolie]

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