Thirsty UPMin Student’s Wallet (for Structuralist Criticism)

What would you do

if you have a violet bill

with an emotionless hero’s face printed on it

On a hot day at school?

 

Cease your thirst for

2  liters of C2’s Cool and clean tea,

but 500 ml of Nestea has a cooler bottle

and Fit n’ Right’s

the new drink in UPMin.

But who would dare forget

about a 6-peso cost

for a homemade lemonade

at the Castillo store?

Buy yourself two glasses.

 

Or settle with the softdrinks;

Coke Zero’s mirror image

of Pepsi Max’s sugarless,

diabetic friendly carbonated water;

and Sprite is the freedom from thirst

and lousy commercials

with the new idea

of the dessert turning to a pool.

But they’re the same,

7-up and Mountain Dew.

 

Or keep it for tonight at Lenar’z

Redhorse beer ‘Ito ang Tama!’

for the happy-go-lucky spenders:

55 pesos for every liter.

And Emperador brandy

Sa Totoong Tagumpay:

finish 375 milliliter of alcohol

and you’re the best drunkard ever.

And spare the ten pesos left is for 6 sticks

of Marlboro sold discreetly

at the stores on the side.

 

Now tell me you did not imagine

anything I said. Just save that 100-peso bill

to buy yourself a new T.V.

 

°ooOoo°

  

            “The pictorial image is closer to the real thing”, as the semioticians would say it. The poem advertises commercials products that can fill a person with a 100-peso bill thirst for spending his cash. As much as possible, I go along with the concepts of signification so that the readers would easily identify the signified, signifiers, and the referent. The sign, which is divided into two, the signifier and the signified, is the one that would play inside the readers’ mind. For example, when I stated, C2, a reader would immediately think of that stout, half-slender plastic bottle of tea-tasting factory made tea-like drink. The concept, or the signified, is C2 green tea and the word ‘C2’ is the signifier for it. And of course, the referent is the object that the sign points to, the tea sold with a handy plastic bottle itself.

I have always been troubled with the arbitrary relations of words, so then, I incorporated the descriptions of the products I mentioned to the culture in UPMin and also the ones that Filipinos see in their T.V. For example, Red Horse ‘ito ang tama!’, therefore the reader would not think of any Red Horse but only the Red Horse that says ‘ito ang tama!’ In that way Red Horse beer = Red Horse beer ‘Ito ang Tama!’ ≠ Any other Red Horse beer in the world. Or Fit n’ Right that was recently sold in the canteen is new at our school, therefore that is the Fit n’ Right that I mean and not any other Fit n’ Right (Fit n’ Right = Fit n’ Right that’s sold at the canteen.) And the same goes for other products that I have not elaborated so just bear with your understanding. I am 90% sure that you would not be lost with the signs in this poem.

The cost of the products I mentioned in 2^nd, 3^rd and 4^th stanza are equal to 100 pesos. E.g. 1^st stanza: P50 (2 liters of C2) + P19 (500 ml of Nestea) + P19 (Fit n’ Right) + P12 (two glasses of lemonade) = P100. The poem just tells the readers how to spend 100 pesos but if they don’t want to agree with me, they can just keep the money and watch T.V. so that they’ll know what more things they can spend their money with. It’s all about the thirst for spending a big deal of cash for a normal college student.

Ang Kamalas sa Itoy nga si Junar (Marxist Criticism)

 

Usa ka adlaw sa akong paglatagaw ning syudad nga wa nako ma-ilhi, aduna koy namatikdang mga iro nga arno nga nag-riot sa tunga sa dalang walay ubang nag-labang, ako ra. Kalingaw ra ba jud tan-awon sa ilang pagbinigyanay. ‘Tsoy, unsa’y hinungdan aning gubota?’ nangutana ko sa isa pa ka iro nga nagsabay sa akong pagtan-aw sa mga arno. ‘Aw, nadakpan ni Browny si Lassie nga nag-jer jer kay Barbie kagahapon. Palag kaau mga tribu ASPO bai.’

Sa tunga sa kagubot sa mga baba nga nagkinagtanay sa dalan, sa dihang ni-abot si manong nga taga-dog pound. ‘Gashong! Dagan pareng!’, ang tingog nga wa nako nadunggan kay akong mata napuno sa kahadlok sa kadena ni manong.

Kasamok ba aning higot. Ganiha pa naglingaw ug tu-ok sa akong nag-pula pulang li-og. ‘P*ta! Scooby! Pandak! Tol, asa na man mo?’, ang akong walay pulos nga pag-singgit, kay dili makalusot akong tingog sa baga nga ding ding sa salakyan nga nagdagan. Ang akong kalagot misurok padulong sa tumoy sa akong mga dunggan sa pagkabalo nga si Browny kauban sad nako didto. Ug sa kamalas na lang jud sa akong kalag, sabay pa jud niya iyang mga batos nga mga dagko’g lawas inig mubarog pareha sa ilang leader.

Nipahiyum si Browny sa ako sa iyang pagsulti, ‘Tsoy, barkada man daw mong Lassie daw?’ Apan kalit nako namatikdan ang tudlo sa akong inahan, “Dong, ayaw jud pamakak kay ma-impyerno ka.” Ug nisulti ko kang Browny sa akong kahadlok sa mga pangil niyang nag-siwil sa kangit-ngit sa gabii. ‘Ay, kuys, dili gud.’

Abi nakog kalusot nako sa iyang kalagot sa akong bati nga dagway. ‘Uy, tsoy, nagsabay baya mu tong gi-jer niya si Barbie, kita ta ka sa kiliran sa dalan’, ingon ang dakong baba sa yawa nga akong kaatbang. Sa tinuuray nga storya ako miingon kaniya, ‘Kuys, nilabay ra ko ato.’

‘Ay, ay, sa imong kabayot, palusot ra ka.’

‘Kuys bitaw kuys, wa jud koy labot atong affair nila.’

‘Bakak! Dagway nimo, wa koy makit-ang kamatuuran.’

Wa na nakatubag akong ba-bang nagkurog kay kalit ra ko niya gi-bigyan sa tiyan. Ug iyang mga batos nitabang ug kulata sa akong lawas nga ilang gikaliwa’g pa-ak pa-ak. Usa ka kilo nga karne na ilang nawagtang nako pero wa pa sila napul-an. Kagat diri. Kagat diri na sad. Kagat. Kagat. Kagat.

Ang akong lawas napuno na sa kapula sa akong dugo ug sa kabaho sa ilang mga laway. Kanus-a pa man ni mahuman akong paglisod? Kapait na lang jud ani sa kinabuhi sa irong latagaw. Walay balay. Walay pagkaon. Tripan pa jud sa mga arno. Ma, wa man ko namakak pero ngano man ko na-impyerno??

Wala pud koy mama nga mag-tubag sa akong pangutana kay gipatay pud siya’g kulata ni Browny sauna human pila ka bulan ko niya gi-anak. Mama man gud ba, uyab man unta to sila ni Browny nya nisabay pa jud kay papa. Awa, naanak na lang ko. P*ta! Ngano gi-anak pa ko?

Agay! Agay! ‘Kuys, tama na kuys. Husto na! Husto na!’ ang kapila nako gisinggit sa mga nag-pista sa akong kaluoyng lawas. Ug at last, ni-abot si manong. Ambot unsa iyang gisulti pero naundang man sila.

Nya, gi-isa isa mi’g kuha sa sakyanan ug gidala sa lugar nga wa na sad nako ma-ilhi kung asa. Apan nakasulat sa entrance,

“Polomolok City Dog Pound:

Pagbantay sa Iro,

Iro, pagbantay pud.”

 

°ooOoo°

  

            We can see here the struggle of Junar as a wandering teenager dog with nothing else in life but only himself. And also the hierarchy of the dogs in the neighborhood with Browny at the top because of the respect they owe to his strength and his many friends. In a way, a sense of political capitalism is owned by Browny and it serves him the privilege to scorn other dogs’ life. Junar could not do anything with the tormented fate he did not choose to have. The same would be the picture of the millions of Filipino under the poverty line. They did not choose to be poor but still they could not do anything to rise above the many capitalist that continues to intensify their struggle and push their status down in the pyramid of class struggle.

            By the way, I made a flash fiction and used the bisaya language as medium with some kanto terms (e.g. arno, which is similar to the term ‘bugoy’ and equivocal to ‘buang’). Since the characters are stray dogs comparable to the ‘tambays’ and the OSY we see lingering around the streets of the city. Forgive me for the comparing the dogs to the situation of the people in the streets but I guess it’s the closest situation for the story.

            For all the things that happened to our pitiful character in the story, he was innocent. He did not choose to be born, and it is true that when Browny saw him with Lassie f*cking Barbie, he was just a passer by, like how he was in the riot when the guy from the dog pound caught him. But he could not do anything anymore; they had arrived at the dog pound where he will spend more time mauled by Browny and his company and the ‘Repressive State Apparatus’, the dog pound.

            If only, the spirit of communism rules the dogs in the neighborhood of Junar, he could have not struggled with his life. Browny could have used his strength to help other dogs. Everyone could have fair to everyone. Say for example, Browny could have listened to the defense of Junar that he was just a passer by because the little teenager dog had the right to speak and to be listened to.