...you wish you have your own fishbowl. Of course one that can fit you and me. The heat is on!
These are photos from my first, and in all probability my last, trip to Batanes in March 1998, the Centennial Year of the Philippine Republic. I was with a group of scholars (Del Tolentino, Ben Tapang, Weng Boquiren, Nela Florendo, and Rolly Fernandez when he was still actively teaching and not gardening).
I did get around to having these panoramic photos printed to illustrate an article in Chato Garcellano's Travel page in the Inquirer. It's among the selected essays included in my collection Catholic and Emancipated (UST Publishing House). Call that previous sentence an outright plug. (Copies are still available at better bookstores.)
The next time the pictures were printed was when old friend Jerry Araos, who founded the artists' guild Salakai, organized "Alay sa Kawani," simultaneous exhibitions of the members, including this wanna-be photog, at the GSIS Museum on Roxas Blvd.
I called my photo show that included poetry "Lost in Batanes." Jerry wanted to do an on-the-spot translation of my poem with the same title in Filipino while he was choosing the photos that would be enlarged by a friend of his who lived in Forbes Park, Makati. But we were in the thick of preparations. I even had to frame my photos with help from Jerry and Melen's daughter Roja who did the matting. How's that for hands-on training?
Call these the pinagpilian or the outtakes. Some I have also been given away as mementos to friends who were interested in them.
Okay, since my blog has had over 230,000 views, I'm giving the rest of these pictures away to the readers who happen by. Just write to me in the comments section, leave your email, and I shall find a way to reach you and mail the pics. These are my thank-you gifts to you, dearest reader, for sticking with Brookside Baby. The first eight who comment receive a photo each.
These are the only prints left. The negatives are lost to Forever and a Day.
Game!
All photos by Babeth Lolarga
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Friday, November 1, 2013
A Poem A Day Keeps Writer’s Block Away
This profile of Luisa A. Igloria appeared originally in Positively Filipino, an online magazine, Oct. 15, 2013.
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Poet Luisa A. Igloria’s twelfth book, The Saints of the Streets (UST Publishing House) is hardly a quarter of a year off the press, and it is already getting noticed by her fellow poets here and abroad.
Writer Brian Ascalon Roley and poet Luisa Igloria
Dave Bonta, editor-publisher of the www.vianegativa.us, wrote, “I am humbled by the role that The Morning Porch and Via Negativa have played in eliciting this extraordinary creative outpouring from one of our (and the Philippines’) most talented and hardest working contemporary poets.”
Igloria, a professor of English and creative writing and director of the MFA Creative Writing Program at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, wrote in Facebook, “Am I ‘living a life devoted to poetry?’ I don't know what’s meant by that. All I know is we do it one day at a time...The heart aches, the belly pines, the mouth wants love, the hands want to rest on the pillow and every hair wishes to be a joy that's counted; the body is brave, the body is anxious, the mind is tired of fighting. The house wants heat, the house wants to fill, certainly with something more than suffering.”
As of latest count, her poem-a-day practice has covered 1,043 days or two years, ten months and eight days. She began this on November 20, 2010. Her poems are archived on Bonta’s website.
She said, “I'm extremely grateful that he shares space there with me. I’ve come to love what has become my daily writing discipline. I didn’t plan to do this. I was merely responding to the frustrations of not being able to find enough time to write in my busy day to day amid the demands of home life, teaching, running an MFA program. I get grumpy when I can’t get to my writing. I had to find a way to once and for all conquer the demons of procrastination.”
Igloria's newest book The Saints of the Streets
The fact that she continues to write poems daily makes her claim, “I no longer believe in writer’s block.” She doesn’t set a particular time of day to write, saying, “When it feels like I can take at least a half an hour to 45 minutes, I drop into that space. These days, we are back to school (the fall semester began in August) so I’m doing a lot of my writing at night. In the summer I could spread out those times more through the day.”
The minimum time she has spent composing a poem is 30 minutes. She says, “If I can go beyond that and have nothing else begging for attention that I must do, then I keep going. If not, I'll take the 30 minutes. I can usually finish a poem within 30 minutes.”
Asked if she needs silence to write, or if she listens to music to prompt her, the author of seven other poetry books (Cartography, Encanto, In the Garden of the Three Islands, Blood Sacrifice, Songs for the Beginning of the Millennium, Trill & Mordent and Juan Luna’s Revolver, the last winner of the 2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize Series in Poetry and published by the University of Notre Dame Press, answered, “I’m tolerant of outside noise. The only caveat is that no one else can bother me while I'm writing. If I’m at home, that means I’m not going to answer the phone, I’m not going to answer a question about the dishes or dinner or tomorrow’s baon (bag lunch).”
She continued, “One of the things I’ve learned to develop from writing every day is to quickly process. I like writing in cafes with a large coffee on hand that I’ll nurse. But I can just as easily write at my desk, at the kitchen counter, in the car waiting for my daughter to come out of school, in the parking lot at my university. I’ve finished poem drafts on my phone and posted them to Via Negativa or my blog (www.luisaigloria.com) from there. I love the new little electronics and how portable they are. If I’m in a café, there’s usually some kind of music playing in the background. I like Argentinean tango.”
A Palanca Hall of Fame awardee for the many times she won first prize in various categories, Igloria admitted that the Internet makes her procrastinate. “I use Twitter, Facebook, my blog. Some of my favorite Internet ‘black holes’ are Amazon, Etsy (I love hand-crafted things). Lately, Zillow and Trulia—I’ve been bitten again by the dreamhouse bug. I also read Huffington Post, NPR.”
The best advice she has received and which she shares is: “Keep the fire burning in your bituka (gut). Listen to your inner voices despite what others are saying to the contrary. Don’t take no for an answer. Above all, love this thing you do.”
LETTER TO NOSTALGIA
City I once wore like a shawl
on my shoulders, the soft brown outlines
of your hills and valleys the first thing I saw
coming in at dawn on the lowland bus—
Where will I see again except in memory
such astonishing green, or the deep sapphire
of a sky outlining trees that push through sheer
outcroppings of rock? And it’s true, nothing
I’ve seen abroad holds a candle to this view:
early morning light glinting off rooftops,
the cry of bean curd vendors in the streets;
my children once, in their own youth, holding out
bowls by the gate for a taste of this sweet.
–Luisa A. Igloria, The Saints of Streets
Elizabeth Lolarga, a freelance writer-editor, teaches creative writing at the Community of Learners in San Juan City. Her essay collection, Catholic and Emancipated, is part of the UST Publishing House’s Personal Chronicles series. She is part of the Baguio Writers Group of which Luisa A. Igloria remains a founding member.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poet Luisa A. Igloria’s twelfth book, The Saints of the Streets (UST Publishing House) is hardly a quarter of a year off the press, and it is already getting noticed by her fellow poets here and abroad.
Writer Brian Ascalon Roley and poet Luisa Igloria
Dave Bonta, editor-publisher of the www.vianegativa.us, wrote, “I am humbled by the role that The Morning Porch and Via Negativa have played in eliciting this extraordinary creative outpouring from one of our (and the Philippines’) most talented and hardest working contemporary poets.”
Igloria, a professor of English and creative writing and director of the MFA Creative Writing Program at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, wrote in Facebook, “Am I ‘living a life devoted to poetry?’ I don't know what’s meant by that. All I know is we do it one day at a time...The heart aches, the belly pines, the mouth wants love, the hands want to rest on the pillow and every hair wishes to be a joy that's counted; the body is brave, the body is anxious, the mind is tired of fighting. The house wants heat, the house wants to fill, certainly with something more than suffering.”
As of latest count, her poem-a-day practice has covered 1,043 days or two years, ten months and eight days. She began this on November 20, 2010. Her poems are archived on Bonta’s website.
She said, “I'm extremely grateful that he shares space there with me. I’ve come to love what has become my daily writing discipline. I didn’t plan to do this. I was merely responding to the frustrations of not being able to find enough time to write in my busy day to day amid the demands of home life, teaching, running an MFA program. I get grumpy when I can’t get to my writing. I had to find a way to once and for all conquer the demons of procrastination.”
Igloria's newest book The Saints of the Streets
The fact that she continues to write poems daily makes her claim, “I no longer believe in writer’s block.” She doesn’t set a particular time of day to write, saying, “When it feels like I can take at least a half an hour to 45 minutes, I drop into that space. These days, we are back to school (the fall semester began in August) so I’m doing a lot of my writing at night. In the summer I could spread out those times more through the day.”
The minimum time she has spent composing a poem is 30 minutes. She says, “If I can go beyond that and have nothing else begging for attention that I must do, then I keep going. If not, I'll take the 30 minutes. I can usually finish a poem within 30 minutes.”
Asked if she needs silence to write, or if she listens to music to prompt her, the author of seven other poetry books (Cartography, Encanto, In the Garden of the Three Islands, Blood Sacrifice, Songs for the Beginning of the Millennium, Trill & Mordent and Juan Luna’s Revolver, the last winner of the 2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize Series in Poetry and published by the University of Notre Dame Press, answered, “I’m tolerant of outside noise. The only caveat is that no one else can bother me while I'm writing. If I’m at home, that means I’m not going to answer the phone, I’m not going to answer a question about the dishes or dinner or tomorrow’s baon (bag lunch).”
She continued, “One of the things I’ve learned to develop from writing every day is to quickly process. I like writing in cafes with a large coffee on hand that I’ll nurse. But I can just as easily write at my desk, at the kitchen counter, in the car waiting for my daughter to come out of school, in the parking lot at my university. I’ve finished poem drafts on my phone and posted them to Via Negativa or my blog (www.luisaigloria.com) from there. I love the new little electronics and how portable they are. If I’m in a café, there’s usually some kind of music playing in the background. I like Argentinean tango.”
A Palanca Hall of Fame awardee for the many times she won first prize in various categories, Igloria admitted that the Internet makes her procrastinate. “I use Twitter, Facebook, my blog. Some of my favorite Internet ‘black holes’ are Amazon, Etsy (I love hand-crafted things). Lately, Zillow and Trulia—I’ve been bitten again by the dreamhouse bug. I also read Huffington Post, NPR.”
The best advice she has received and which she shares is: “Keep the fire burning in your bituka (gut). Listen to your inner voices despite what others are saying to the contrary. Don’t take no for an answer. Above all, love this thing you do.”
LETTER TO NOSTALGIA
City I once wore like a shawl
on my shoulders, the soft brown outlines
of your hills and valleys the first thing I saw
coming in at dawn on the lowland bus—
Where will I see again except in memory
such astonishing green, or the deep sapphire
of a sky outlining trees that push through sheer
outcroppings of rock? And it’s true, nothing
I’ve seen abroad holds a candle to this view:
early morning light glinting off rooftops,
the cry of bean curd vendors in the streets;
my children once, in their own youth, holding out
bowls by the gate for a taste of this sweet.
–Luisa A. Igloria, The Saints of Streets
Elizabeth Lolarga, a freelance writer-editor, teaches creative writing at the Community of Learners in San Juan City. Her essay collection, Catholic and Emancipated, is part of the UST Publishing House’s Personal Chronicles series. She is part of the Baguio Writers Group of which Luisa A. Igloria remains a founding member.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
'Babook'
While saving the image of the cover of Baboo Mondoñedo's first book of personal essays, published by the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House now headed by Prof. Jack Wigley, I committed a slight typo by naming the document/photo "Babook." Nice slip of the fingers there.
Baboo sounded so happy in her SMS messages. She still has decide where she will launch the book in Manila AND in Baguio. While on her way to UST to pick up the initial 10 author's copies and to sign her contract, she said that she also couldn't think straight, "dizzy that I am finally an author (life dream)."
The book title is Stepping Stones, the cover art painted by the author herself.
This blogger awaits further announcements from Babook.
Baboo sounded so happy in her SMS messages. She still has decide where she will launch the book in Manila AND in Baguio. While on her way to UST to pick up the initial 10 author's copies and to sign her contract, she said that she also couldn't think straight, "dizzy that I am finally an author (life dream)."
The book title is Stepping Stones, the cover art painted by the author herself.
This blogger awaits further announcements from Babook.
Friday, January 20, 2012
400 @ 400
Tuesday next week, Jan. 24 (my dad Enrique Lolarga Jr.'s 83rd birthday, if he were still around; he was a UST College of Medicine alumnus, batch '53), is "400 @ 400" day or 400 books, published by the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House, to be presented to the University on its 400th year.
Quite a feat Dr. Cristina "Jing" Pantoja Hidalgo, publishing director, Prof. Jack Wigley, her deputy, and their hard-working staff have accomplished since Prof. Hidalgo took over the university press.What I like about this coming event is the venue, a library, specifically the Miguel Benavides Library at the UST campus.
The library is thus described at its website: "The UST Miguel de Benavides Library is housed in a 6-storey building facing Dapitan Street. Seventeen sections and four branch libraries comprise the UST Library. The collection of each section / branch varies according to courses offered by the University. The Library Staff is headed by the Prefect of Libraries and the Chief Librarian. There are 27 professionally trained librarians, 24 support staff and 80 student assistants."
There'll be space to move around, and if my cold and cough (an allergy, don't worry; nothing viral or catching) isn't licked by the 24th, I'll be there in an inconspicuous corner with a box of Kleenex and a jug of water, waiting for friends and family to come by and have a copy or two signed.
This whole enterprise of putting out a book of selected essays is a story of a challenge met. The challenge came from Jing who asked if I was interested in gathering my little Facebook notes and other essays into a book. Not only was I interested, I hired myself an able research assistant, UP Diliman geography graduate Marye Panganiban, who could accompany me to the Lopez Memorial Museum and Library and the Philippine Daily Inquirer library to look for "old words," as my editor Chato Garcellano would put it. Marye, with my daughter Kimi's help, encoded these essays and reports, a whole section of travel pieces from the time when Chato sent me all over the country on assignment.
The OC (obsessive-compulsive) streak of my niece Marga Susi was harnessed as she arranged the essays in sequence to facilitate the layout artist's job. Several times the flash drive I submitted to Jing was corrupted until one afternoon, Kimi and I sat down cleaning my files one at a time till I was able to send a clean USB to UST.
I heeded Gilda Cordero Fernando's advice not to get a more established writer to do the introduction. She had a funny experience when she had a first book of short fiction introduced by someone else. It seemed the intro was unrelated to the contents and it was generally ignored.
She suggested that I get writer friends familiar with my works to submit blurbs, and that's what Chato, Marj Evasco, Cris Yabes, Gou de Jesus and Anna Leah Sarabia did. They didn't need to be sent samples of my work to go over. They were familiar enough with the stuff I've managed to get published over the decades (that really dates me) and turned in their short blurbs by text or email after a day's notice. Aren't women friends wonderful?
One day in late June, Jing texted, "Your book is out!" Excitedly, I made arrangements to pick up my 10 complimentary copies at her home (henceforth, delivered to the blurb writers). I think this was as close as I could get to UST. Throughout the process, everything was done online. The series of USB I would send through a personal messenger or drop off at Jing's house on my way to or from school where I taught (when the Community of Learners was still at its New Manila location).
The proofs were sent to my mother's house in Pasig, and I went over them during a weekend in Baguio. My husband of 27 years cursorily read them, then declared in an offended tone that he would boycott my launch if his name was not moved from the acknowledgment to the dedicatory page (hmmm, this detail should go into an autobiography because I find it funny; my reaction was "Kailangan pa bang i-spelling 'yan?" but the correction was made for fear of losing a prized patron).
I arranged a book reception in my adopted city of Baguio at that bookshop-turned-literary salon Mt. Cloud. Padma and I worked on my modest working woman's budget so we could feed the visitors and book buyers with Hill Station's delicious turrones and flowing coffee. All 26 or 28 books I brought up were sold out that afternoon in July. The others were sold by Nina Araos at her Kitsch the Cook Boutique, at the Alabama art fair in Cubao and at Libreria at Cubao Expo.
My kumare Winnie Velasquez, fellow Paulinian, made a special trip from Marikina to Baguio to be with us, while my grandchild Butones made her public debut as my guest of honor. She wasn't featured on the dedication page; she wasn't born yet when the making of the book was in progress.
Last December, as the Christmas rush got started, Philippine PEN sponsored an authors' talk that had me sharing a panel with Manong Ed Maranan, Mookie Katigbak and Dean Francis Alfar. I arrived early at National Bestseller at Robinson's Galleria to chat with the salesladies.
The store manager said my book was doing well. My heart skipped two beats as I began to think of royalties and imagine Catholic and Emancipated on the NBS bestsellers list for non-fiction.
I asked, "How many copies has your branch sold?"
She answered, "Sampu po, ma'am. Marami na iyon."
That's why I like writing and getting published. It has a way of keeping you humble. I'm sure Dad would've agreed.
Photo of blogger's book courtesy of Rudi Tabora
Monday, October 10, 2011
Mad about books and the babe, too
We're a family that loves and lives for books. I confess I can be writing more (my vocation and avocation) if not for being tempted away by a good read.
As a young mother in the '80s and '90s, I tried mightily to see to it that my two daughters absorb and assimilate this passion. Last month, when my youngest Ida accompanied my partner and me to the Manila Book Fair at SM Mall of Asia SMX, her wry question before we boarded the cab was, if her tatay would break his all-time high of P10,000-plus worth of purchases last year. Well, about a third of that were my selections so I was restrained this time around--I exercised the strictest self-control. I said I'd just keep to my duty of signing books that UST Publishing House's Jack Wrigley asked me to do.Ida was also restrained, even selecting kiddie titles on emotions (happiness, sadness, anger) not for her but for her niece Kai.
A week ago, after "Pedring" and "Quiel" exited the country, Kimi and I pronounced it a good day to go on a book foray in downtown Baguio. There is just one authentic book shop that respects its visitors, young and old, and turns their customers into frequent shoppers: Mt. Cloud Bookshop.
On this latest visit, I found my book reservations intact. Unlike in other stores that just give you a few days to cough up the money for your reservation, this one is aware how writers and artists struggle for their fees so it allows you some leeway to earn.
The shelves are full to the brim, and the "Death by cuteness" items (notebooks, post-its and other stationery) had to be moved to a table while colorful origami birds hung from the windows and other corners.
Proud to say, Kai is at home here--she was my youngest guest at my book launch in July. She has attended a story-telling session there. This time her mother and I wanted to pose her by the new black and white mural showing a Cordillera girl reading and imagining. Kimi had long waited for this chance.
I came away with these purchases: a collection of garden poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Series), Cathy Birch's The Creative Writer's Workbook (with exercises on building up a story character suitable for my high school students who want to go into fiction writing) and an Icon picture book on The Swan herself, Grace Kelly. For Kai, a cardboard Abakada book published by Adarna.
Our book appetites satisfied, Kai suckled on her mother's breasts and quickly nodded off. I met my girlfriends for two hours worth of catching up at nearby Hill Station which now offers apple pie on its dessert list. Merci Dulawan and I had a wedge each. The slice is thick and generous, but I had no problem polishing that off with the coffee.
When it was time to leave, we made a brief stopover at Kai's grumpa's office, then got cracking on our purchases once settled at home base.
As a young mother in the '80s and '90s, I tried mightily to see to it that my two daughters absorb and assimilate this passion. Last month, when my youngest Ida accompanied my partner and me to the Manila Book Fair at SM Mall of Asia SMX, her wry question before we boarded the cab was, if her tatay would break his all-time high of P10,000-plus worth of purchases last year. Well, about a third of that were my selections so I was restrained this time around--I exercised the strictest self-control. I said I'd just keep to my duty of signing books that UST Publishing House's Jack Wrigley asked me to do.Ida was also restrained, even selecting kiddie titles on emotions (happiness, sadness, anger) not for her but for her niece Kai.
A week ago, after "Pedring" and "Quiel" exited the country, Kimi and I pronounced it a good day to go on a book foray in downtown Baguio. There is just one authentic book shop that respects its visitors, young and old, and turns their customers into frequent shoppers: Mt. Cloud Bookshop.
On this latest visit, I found my book reservations intact. Unlike in other stores that just give you a few days to cough up the money for your reservation, this one is aware how writers and artists struggle for their fees so it allows you some leeway to earn.
The shelves are full to the brim, and the "Death by cuteness" items (notebooks, post-its and other stationery) had to be moved to a table while colorful origami birds hung from the windows and other corners.
Proud to say, Kai is at home here--she was my youngest guest at my book launch in July. She has attended a story-telling session there. This time her mother and I wanted to pose her by the new black and white mural showing a Cordillera girl reading and imagining. Kimi had long waited for this chance.
I came away with these purchases: a collection of garden poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Series), Cathy Birch's The Creative Writer's Workbook (with exercises on building up a story character suitable for my high school students who want to go into fiction writing) and an Icon picture book on The Swan herself, Grace Kelly. For Kai, a cardboard Abakada book published by Adarna.
Our book appetites satisfied, Kai suckled on her mother's breasts and quickly nodded off. I met my girlfriends for two hours worth of catching up at nearby Hill Station which now offers apple pie on its dessert list. Merci Dulawan and I had a wedge each. The slice is thick and generous, but I had no problem polishing that off with the coffee.
When it was time to leave, we made a brief stopover at Kai's grumpa's office, then got cracking on our purchases once settled at home base.
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