Awit Quotes

Sa Maisan *   * Ang tula ay malayang pagsalin ni Jun Cabochan sa tulang “In Flanders Fields” na sinulat ni Lieut.-Col. John McCrae. �Namatay siya sa digmaan noong January 28, 1918.    Sa maisan umiihip ang damo sa pagitan ng mga lapida, mga tanda ng aming dugo Sa itaas, lumilipad ang mga ibon, patuloy sa pag-awit Halos di madinig sa gitna ng putukan   Kami ang mga patay Kailan lamang ay buhay kami Dama ang bukang-liwayway, Tanaw ang tanglaw ng lumulubog na araw Nagmamahal at minamahal Ngayon, nakaratay kami sa maisan   Ipagpatuloy ang aming laban para sa kapayapaan Mula sa mga namamanhid na kamay ipapasa sa iyo ang sulo Sa iyo na ito para iwagayway Kapag sumira ka sa ating sumpaan Di kami matatahimik, kahit pa Kumakalat ang damo sa maisan

D’aron the Daring, Derring, Derring-do, stealing base, christened D’aron Little May Davenport, DD to Nana, initials smothered in Southern-fried kisses, dat Wigga D who like Jay Z aw-ite, who’s down, Scots-Irish it is, D’aron because you’re brave says Dad, No, D’aron because you’re daddy’s daddy was David and then there was mines who was named Aaron, Doo-doo after cousin Quint blew thirty-six months in vo-tech on a straight-arm bid and they cruised out to Little Gorge glugging Green Grenades and read three years’ worth of birthday cards, Little Mays when he hit those three homers in the Pee Wee playoff, Dookie according to his aunt Boo (spiteful she was, misery indeed loves company), Mr. Hanky when they discovered he TIVOed ‘Battlestar Galactica,’ Faggot when he hugged John Meer in third grade, Faggot again when he drew hearts on everyone’s Valentine’s Day cards in fourth grade, Dim Dong-Dong when he undressed in the wrong dressing room because he daren’t venture into the dark end of the gym, Philadelphia Freedom when he was caught clicking heels to that song (Tony thought he was clever with that one), Mr. Davenport when he won the school’s debate contest in eighth grade, Faggot again when he won the school’s debate contest in eighth grade, Faggot again more times than he cared to remember, especially the summer he returned from Chicago sporting a new Midwest accent, harder on the vowels and consonants alike, but sociable, played well with others that accent did, Faggot again when he cried at the end of ‘WALL-E,’ Donut Hole when he started to swell in ninth grade, Donut Black Hole when he continued to put on weight in tenth grade (Tony thought he was really clever with that one), Buttercup when they caught him gardening, Hippie when he stopped hunting, Faggot again when he became a vegetarian and started wearing a MEAT IS MURDER pin (Oh yeah, why you craving mine then?), Faggot again when he broke down in class over being called Faggot, Sissy after that, whispered, smothered in sniggers almost hidden, Ron-Ron by the high school debate team coach because he danced like a cross between Morrissey and some fat old black guy (WTF?) in some old-ass show called ‘What’s Happening!!’, Brainiac when he aced the PSATs for his region, Turd Nerd when he hung with Jo-Jo and the Black Bruiser, D’ron Da’ron, D’aron, sweet simple Daron the first few minutes of the first class of the first day of college.

Ay, ano nga ba ang ating kaugnayan? Hindi tayo magkaano-ano. Ganitong mga nagdaang danas lamang naman ang ating napagsaluhan, mga insidente at aksidenteng puta-putaking nagdaan sa ating buhay. Malapit na malayo't Malayong malapit, nakatanod sa pagtatalamitam. Naiiba ba ito sa mga sinaunang salaysay? May darating at may magpapaalam, may iibis at may sasakay, sa bawat kasalukuyan ng ating pag-iral. Maaaring kumurot ang tuwa, umusbong ang luha, at lagi, may antak na iwa. Nawa'y hindi tumiwalag ang puso kung ugnaya'y yumao. Nawa'y hindi masaling ang kaluluwa. kahit magtakipsilim ang umaga. Nawa'y hindi mapatid ang awit sa pagtigil ng hininga.