Jim Pascual Agustin's Blog, page 12
July 21, 2019
So NaDuterte
Today, in my country of birth, the current president appears before the lawmakers of the land, and before the entire nation. This is the same president who vowed to defend and protect the citizens of the country and adhere to the constitution. This is the same president who, soon as he took to power, violated the most basic rights of the poor and defenseless.
Today he speaks as if he were the hero of the land. Each of us, in our own minds, try to be the hero we dream of. Duterte’s greatest hero, as he has declared and proven by his actions many times over, is the late dictator Ferdinand Marcos who silenced critics by sending them to prison, if not to the grave.
Duterte’s so-called war on drugs, in a mere three years, has gone way beyond what Marcos himself managed to do.
I wrote the following poem last year as a first draft. The second draft did away with all that is so blatant in the piece and, in a way, turned out to be a better poem. But it didn’t retain the anger and condemnation I wanted to convey. That poem is due to appear in a South African journal, the New Coin.
Today, as I cannot join any of the protest rallies in my country of birth, I decided to share this poem here, and perhaps on my Facebook author account.
We Cannot Allow the Dead to be Silenced
The man who curses shall be cursed
to live forever in the stories we shall tell
our children. They will not fear him
or his twisted reincarnations.
Our children shall not be shaken
by his threats. His attack dogs
with teeth of bullets cannot make us
turn away and flee.
Though the dead may be left
unclaimed in morgues
or dumped on the side of the road,
their faces bound with packaging tape,
they will never be silenced.
The veins on their exposed necks
and stiffened arms will turn to roots.
And we who fight to remember
the cruelty inflicted upon those
we can no longer hold shall bear
bitter fruit to be shoved
down the tyrant’s throat.
-o-
The title of this post may look odd to those who are not familiar with the play on words Filipinos like to employ by borrowing from another language. A rough translation would be – aside from SONA (State of the Nation Address) – “Done in by Duterte.”
https://www.rappler.com/nation/updates-duterte-state-of-the-nation-address-july-2019
https://www.rappler.com/move-ph/235870-groups-hit-duterte-admin-performance-ahead-sona-2019
July 8, 2019
Cafe Ganesh! Jim Pascual Agustin reads from SALAGUBANG HELICOPTER while Raphael d’Abdon reads from BITTER HERB
New week, new literary events!
If you're in Cape Town, head to Cafe Ganesh in Obs tomorrow evening (9 July, 8pm to 10 pm) for a Grounding Session.
PEN SA member @matangmanok will be reading from his latest book, ‘How to Make a Salagubang Helicopter & other poems.’ pic.twitter.com/tSWodSgQzC
— PEN South Africa (@pen_southafrica) July 8, 2019
June 7, 2019
Amazing photo
Nature in Al-Naqab desert, Palestine. pic.twitter.com/5PtSxJ0AXr
— TIMES OF GAZA (@Timesofgaza) May 21, 2019
May 29, 2019
Duterte’s Rape
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That’s the title of a new poem that might be included in later editions of HOW TO MAKE A SALAGUBANG HELICOPTER & OTHER POEMS.
For the mean time you can read it on the Facebook page of my amazing publisher, San Anselmo Publications.
Photo of bullet from Wikimedia.
May 16, 2019
25 May 2019 event! Links to a few reviews of How to Make a Salagubang Helicopter & other poems
Too many real world troubles have once again kept me from writing here and even in my very own notebook. It’s been a rough time, right from the beginning of the year, but I keep hoping things will begin to get better. A bit cryptic, I know, and I do apologize.
I’m due to read at the Cape Town Central Library on 25 May 2019, Saturday, 215pm to be followed by an open mic. Hoping to see new faces and maybe even connect with the Filipino community that apparently exists in this city. I’ve only bumped into a handful of Filipinos since moving here nearly 25 years ago. Maybe it’s just me. haha.
Here’s one of the posters for the event (thanks to Gay Domingo!).
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In a previous post I mentioned a forthcoming review of the new book. Since then several have actually been published. The review by Joel Pablo Salud appeared in Philippines Graphic in print, but generously made available online HERE.
Krip Yuson of the Philippine Star also reviewed the book HERE.
I now have a Facebook author profile page, to add to my Goodreads.com page. Reluctant to do all this self-promo, but I have to.
April 25, 2019
Off the Wall Poetry 29 April 2019
It has been a most trying start to my year. As my latest poetry book was being released by my amazing new publisher (SAN ANSELMO PUBLICATIONS! Thank you!!!) – with online videos, print, radio campaign and soon across schools in the Philippines – a personal tragedy befell us here in Cape Town. And so I have to keep quietly apologizing to my newborn paper child, asking it (her/him?) to be a bit more patient.
One door opened (or should I say I looked for it in the dark and found the fine line of light between the gaps?). Then suddenly I have a date to share my new book with an audience.
If you are in Cape Town or have friends here who might be interested, please let them know. My paper child and I will warmly welcome everyone. The venue is a cottage and snacks will be on offer, but guests are encouraged to bring their own drinks. Copies of the new book will be on sale. And I will try not to make you feel like you’ve wasted your evening.
I will be reading from HOW TO MAKE A SALAGUBANG HELICOPTER & OTHER POEMS along with new poems and work by other poets.
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April 11, 2019
Luck or choice?

This
blue planet turns on its axis and our skin learns to expect a change
of season. Where I am, the chill in the morning air cannot be
ignored. Yet there are still a few warm days in between, like the day
I was working outside when I was forced to stop by a swimming pool.
I
noticed three bees hovering, perhaps coming for a drink. One of them
settled on one side, carefully clinging to the verticla fiberglass
surface. The two kept hovering over the water for a while. One flew
too close to the water, maybe hoping to get just a sip as it skimmed,
and fell right in. I watched it flail about helplessly, its wings
unable to lift the rest of its body. Before I could do anything, the
second bee came swooping down and dragged the drowning one all the
way to the side of the pool where it managed to pull itself right out
and fly. In a few seconds it came back and hovered for almost a
minute near its savior, which had now crawled carefully on the
fiberglass wall for a drink. It then landed on the bricks that edged
the pool before crawling to join the other two.
I
told one of my kids about what I had witnessed.
After
a bit of silence, she said “Animals are kinder to each other than
people.”
-o-
In
the past few days, South Africa has grown even more volatile. Reports
continue to come in about foreign nationals being chased away or
killed by mobs. The ANC Youth League caused damage at a launch in a
book shop and threatened to burn a revealing book about a politician
they admired. Saner minds prevailed among their leaders who
instructed them not to drag back to darkness the country’s hard-won
democracy. Yet burning tires and road blockades in various
communities around the country are becoming more widespread as
election day draws nearer. It is difficult to decide where to turn,
which political party to trust. The past is not a just a ghost, it is
a physical presence.
Who
will use you? Who will get used? Later, who will remember what was
promised?
In
the Philippines, on the other hand, the news is much worse. The
killings continue and justice is nowhere in sight. The violence
following the incessant, hateful pronouncements by Duterte has spread
further. Aside from the urban poor, indigenous people and farmers
have become victims of orchestrated state oppression. Duterte’s
supporters want to enshrine this madness. With election day
approaching fast, they get more busy putting up lewd shows alongside
song and dance numbers to trick the electorate to voting for them.
The political dynasties of the Duterte and Marcos clans seem to have
the support of landgrabbing China. I can only hope the voting
population can see through all this trickery and choose to vote for
candidates who have a decent track record in defending human rights
and sound national policies.
My
two homes, in a whirlpool of turmoil or on the cusp of change?
-o-
March 24, 2019
A sound is a call
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I listen to a lot of music when I write. Perhaps in the beginning it was a way of blocking out the noise of hellish traffic when I used to write while stuck in a jeepney in the polluted streets of Manila. Or a way to stay awake while scribbling in a battered notebook at the air conditioned haven of the university library. I do also use music as a trigger, a doorway, to a state or place unknown and easy to be lost in.
I was asked to come up with a sort of soundtrack to How to Make a Salagubang Helicopter & Other Poems. This playlist, then, is not a map or guide. More like breadcrumbs that might lead to the place where the poems first came to be, or where you might end up after reading the book.
CLICK HERE to listen.
Tell me what you think.
February 15, 2019
PEN South Africa tweets about my poems in Type/Cast
Check out @pen_southafrica’s Tweet: https://twitter.com/pen_southafrica/status/1096348391469182976?s=09