ang baruto by tisay ng mindanaw

ang baruto by tisay ng mindanaw, rock the bangka poet 2013

ang baruto by tisay ng mindanaw, rock the bangka poet 2013

 

My ‘Boat’

by Tisay ng Mindanaw

 

My little boat in the river of my dreams

No bamboo poles, No paddles

But  will ease and give comfort to my restless soul and heart

who’s  longing for a long time to build and

recreate our dreams, our hopes for the future

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Tisay, is a Mindanaon-Philippine (ATOR activist). ATOR means Community theatre artist, trainer , organizer/production manager and researcher who was shaped by her experience living in the oppressed communities. Her immersion with the indigenous peoples, youth/students ecunemical churches in the countryside in the countryside of Mindanao was to assist in the facilitation of a continuing dialogue of the Philippines Tri- Peoples (Christian, Muslims and Indigenous peoples) for justice, peace, gender equality among women, children and environment using theatre or popular education following Boal and Freire’s ideology to educate and to share their stories to the world way back in the 80’s. She has performed,collaborated and toured extensively locally and all over the Philippines and abroad – Great Britain, Scotland, Ireland, Canada, United States, Japan, Singapore, Malaysia and Sabah with Kaliwat Theatre Collective, Bagaylan Womens Theatre Collective, EDCADS Inc. and Sining Kambayoka under the auspices of the Cultural Center of the Philippines. She enjoys being a wife and a mom.

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listen to silence. wt”f”?

bohol, pilipinas

music, open your ears, listen, listen to all the sounds, voices, even silence.

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i woke up one morning thinking of the letter ‘f’ not the expletive word but sort of feels like it. anyways, i thought of how the majority of the people living in the archipelago currently called the philippines with many spread throughout the world are called filipinos and yet the letter ‘f’ is not included in the original pilipino script, the baybayin, nor in the binisayan alphabet. i am also reminded of going to elementary school in the philippines where it was encouraged to speak english as opposed to one’s native tongue or else one would get a penalty fee of 1 centavo or the dreaded ruler from the nun/teacher. from recent travel back to indigenous gatherings in luzon, bisayas and mindanao, it is heartwarming to know that there are indigenous groups that still speak their native tongue and continue their traditions.

just random morning thoughts….