Friday, January 18

Letters

Sa Gabing Nanahimik ang mga Kuliglig: An Ode to Sinners

Sa Gabing Nanahimik ang mga Kuliglig: An Ode to Sinners

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By CORHEINNE JOYCE B. COLENDRES THE SEAL of Confession is what binds the priest from the sins that a penitent confesses. No matter how grave or life-altering a sin is, the priests are obliged to not disclose the information that they hear inside the confessional. Yet unintentionally, the Seal serves a bigger purpose than what it is destined for; it becomes the guarantee that is meant to ensure the safety of a sinner’s dirty secret. This is the struggle that Father Romi (Jake Macapagal) faces, upon Magda Lagdameo’s (Angel Aquino) alarming confession of murder. Her confession soon twirls the entire village into a whirlwind of chaos—where even the family of her victim becomes involved. Moreover, her confession challenges Father Romi to choose between adhering to his vows as a man of
Bagahe: On Boarding with Bothersome Burdens

Bagahe: On Boarding with Bothersome Burdens

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By ZYMON ARVINDALE R. DYKEE INSIDE THE comfort room of a plane in flight, a middle-aged woman quietly bears on the toilet her second child. Heavily panting while her gaze shifts between the sink and the toilet, she decides to regard the bloody infant as unwanted baggage. Zig Dulay’s award-winning entry for the 13th Cinemalaya Philippine Independent Film Festival thrusts the viewers immediately and without ceremony into the conflict. Mercy (Angeli Bayani), an overseas Filipino worker on her way home to Benguet, rids her baby sired by his boss by stuffing it into the plane’s trash. Two days after she arrived, officers of the National Bureau of Investigation crash into her place, demanding that she join for an investigation. Upon nervously submitting herself and boarding their van t
Kita Kita: Love seen through a fresh pair of eyes

Kita Kita: Love seen through a fresh pair of eyes

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By MINKA KLAUDIA S. TIANGCO MAN HAS forgotten a simple truth: that one needs to see beyond material objects, and instead should seek intangible aspects of one’s life that are truly essential. Yet, for a dear little prince, taming a fox and gazing at a garden of common roses is what it takes to realize that it is only with the heart that one can see right, for what is essential is invisible to the eye. Love makes one see the world through rose-tinted glasses, but certain experiences and seeing it misrepresented in various media makes one lose sight of it. In Sigrid Andrea Bernardo’s latest offering, Kita Kita, viewers are invited to rediscover its abstractions and polish its tainted idea. The film follows the story of Lea (Alessandra de Rossi), a Filipina working as a Velo taxi
Sinandomeng: Reaping a Bountiful Harvest

Sinandomeng: Reaping a Bountiful Harvest

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By CORHEINNE JOYCE B. COLENDRES FARMING REQUIRES an immense amount of strength, patience, and dedication. Most are familiar with the job’s intensity, yet they are unaccustomed to the idea that farming is also a way of life. It is more than an act of reaping what one has sown; it is an activity that demands the farmer’s utmost attention—farmers wake up before sunrise to prepare to till the soil, and they bear with the scalding heat as they bend their backs when it is time for harvest. It demands most of their time and it is an ultimate test of passion and diligence. Sinandomeng draws its focal point from its idea that farming is more than plowing the soil or waking up before sunrise just to tend to the farm. Sinandomeng institutes the idea that farming is beyond the boundaries tha
Instalado: Into Incontrollable Indigence

Instalado: Into Incontrollable Indigence

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By ZYMON ARVINDALE R. DYKEE STEMMING FROM a dream of a fast-paced progression, the Chinese took the initiative to revamp the process of learning. From this initiative bore the “installation,” the process of stocking knowledge directly inside people’s brains. Despite gaining popularity and having been adopted by countries all over the globe, the process, however, comes with a price for humankind. Jason Paul Laxamana’s sci-fi entry Instalado for the second ToFarm Film Festival thrusts the viewers into a reimagined futuristic world, where the Philippines, despite its provinces remaining reduced into rubble, has acquired advanced technology, including the installation, to rebuild Manila and educate its citizens. From the dry plains of Pampanga, Kapampangans witness a hologram of skys
Si Edgar, Si Allan, at si Art: Tales of Horror on Stage

Si Edgar, Si Allan, at si Art: Tales of Horror on Stage

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FEAR IS an ancient instinct that has been untouched by the nuances of modern civilization. In humans, perhaps one purpose of fear is to promote survival because without it, people would be walking into oncoming traffic, mindlessly triggering guns at pedestrians, and hanging out with patients who have tuberculosis. Fear is a thread which trails around the ribs, crawls across the spine, and weaves a prison of flesh until it shapes into being. Antipara Collective and Theater House Of Black attempts to portray fear in Si Edgar, Si Allan, at si Art, a collection of adapted plays from tales written by literary horror masters Arthur Miller, Edgar Allan Poe, Jean-Paul Sartre, and William Golding. Divided into three episodes, it features stories that are altered and localized to exhibit the ...
Dalaw

Dalaw

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KUMUPAS NA ang lapida sa paglipas ng taon. Tuwing binibisita niya ang puntod ng kaniyang ama, inaalala niya kung paano siya nilisan nito. Kasabay ng paglapag ng bagong pitas na bulaklak, pilit ding itinataboy ng umiihip na hangin ang naglalagablab na apoy ng kandila. Sa sandaling ito nahuhukay muli sa dibdib ang ikinubling sakit. Panandalian itong dadamdamin, at tsaka ibabaong pilit gamit ang pagtanggap. Ipipikit niya ang kaniyang mga mata, magdarasal, at muling mangangamusta sa amang pumanaw. Pagmulat ay masisilayan ang pangalang nakaukit sa kupas na semento. Ang nakalilok na petsa ng pagyao ay tanda sa salungat nilang tadhana na nagbubunga ng hinanakit, sapagkat ang ama niya ang unang saksi sa kaniyang kapanganakan, habang ang kinahinatna’y ang pagranas niya sa tahimik nitong pag
Opening

Opening

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IT IS suffocating. Living behind closed doors, that is. I am enclosed in a rectangular chamber; the four walls, along with the dark, squeeze every part of me. I drown myself with the sound of air drawing in and out, since it is senseless to speak for no one can hear me inside. My movements, too, are limited. Extending my arm causes scratches on my wrist when it hits the cold, scraped wall of the wooden chamber. In this confined space, I am struggling. Although it often hurts, living under the cloak can sometimes be therapeutic. In the shadows, I create my own world. Inside, there is no judgment. There are no voices to point out the bruises my father has made. There are no eyes observing the flaunting of my hips. I hide in this space, in this darkness that is mine. My eyes begin t
A Bedtime Story

A Bedtime Story

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EDITOR’S NOTE: This is one of the works in a five-part series in line with the Dapitan 2017 theme “Paglisan” or Departure. All works that are part of the series are written by the Flame‘s Letters staffers. HER MOTHER talked about him like how one would tell a bedtime story—hopeful, gentle, and with the presence of familiarity and a sense of longing. The child often observed how her mother’s eyes would twinkle in delight whenever her lips, in mid-utterance, would form her father’s name. She always brimmed with hope whenever she explained why he had to live oceans away, or how every December, she would try to convince her the boxes filled with new toys were never from Santa—but from him. Her stories were always softly told; she never mentioned anything negative whenever she woul
Ang Binata sa Labas ng Hayupan

Ang Binata sa Labas ng Hayupan

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EDITOR'S NOTE: This is one of the works in a five-part series in line with the Dapitan 2017 theme "Paglisan" or Departure. All works that are part of the series are written by the Flame's Letters staffers. UNA MO siyang nakita noong nasa ikatlong taon ka pa lamang ng elementarya sa inyong lakbay-aral habang papasok ang buong klase niyo sa isang hayupan, kung saan dinig mo mula sa labas ang huni ng iba’t ibang ibon, gayundin ang paminsan-minsang ungol ng mga unggoy at iba pang hayop na nakakulong rito. Papalapit ka sa napinturahang pintuang-daan habang siya ay nakatayo sa tabi ng mga nagtitinda ng kendi at sigarilyo sa lansangan. Napansin mo ang heometrikong disenyong nakaburda sa dyaket niyang gawa sa abaka, at pantalong hanggang tuhod na kasimpula ng kaniyang turban. Batid mo an