The Revolution According T Raymundo Mata
The Revolution According T Raymundo Mata
The Revolution According T Raymundo Mata
Excerpt Excerpt
by Gina Apostol by Gina Apostol
It was a bolt – a thunder bolt. A rain of bricks, a lightning zap. A pummeling of mountains, a It was a bolt – a thunder bolt. A rain of bricks, a lightning zap. A pummeling of mountains, a
heaving violent storm at sea – a whiplash. A typhoon. An earthquake. The end of the world. heaving violent storm at sea – a whiplash. A typhoon. An earthquake. The end of the world.
And I was in ruins. It struck me dumb. It changed my life and the world was new when I was And I was in ruins. It struck me dumb. It changed my life and the world was new when I was
done. And when I raised myself from bed two days later, I thought: It’s only a novel. If I ever done. And when I raised myself from bed two days later, I thought: It’s only a novel. If I ever
met him, what would my life be? I lay back in bed. But what a novel! And I cursed him, the met him, what would my life be? I lay back in bed. But what a novel! And I cursed him, the
writer – what was his name – for doing what I hadn’t done, for putting my worlds into writer – what was his name – for doing what I hadn’t done, for putting my worlds into
words before I even had the sense to know what the world was. That was his triumph – he’d words before I even had the sense to know what the world was. That was his triumph – he’d
laid out a trail, and all we had to do is follow his wake. Even then, I already felt the bitter laid out a trail, and all we had to do is follow his wake. Even then, I already felt the bitter
envy, the acid retch of a latecomer artist, the one who will always be under the influence, by envy, the acid retch of a latecomer artist, the one who will always be under the influence, by
mere chronology always slightly suspect, a borrower, never lender be. After him, all mere chronology always slightly suspect, a borrower, never lender be. After him, all
Filipinos are tardy ingrates. What is the definition of art? Art is reproach to those who Filipinos are tardy ingrates. What is the definition of art? Art is reproach to those who
receive it. That was his curse upon all of us. I was weak, as if drugged. I realized: I hadn’t receive it. That was his curse upon all of us. I was weak, as if drugged. I realized: I hadn’t
eaten in two days. Then I got out of bed and boiled barako for me. eaten in two days. Then I got out of bed and boiled barako for me.
Later it was all the rage in the coffee shops, in the bazaars of Binondo. People did not even Later it was all the rage in the coffee shops, in the bazaars of Binondo. People did not even
hide it – crowds of men, and not just students, not just boys, some women even, with their hide it – crowds of men, and not just students, not just boys, some women even, with their
violent fans – gesticulating in public, throwing up their hands, putting up fists in debate. Put violent fans – gesticulating in public, throwing up their hands, putting up fists in debate. Put
your knuckle where your mouth is. We were loud, obstreperous, heedless. We were literary your knuckle where your mouth is. We were loud, obstreperous, heedless. We were literary
critics. We were cantankerous: rude raving. And no matter which side you were, with the critics. We were cantankerous: rude raving. And no matter which side you were, with the
crown or with the infidels, Spain or Spolarium, all of us, each one, seemed revitalized by crown or with the infidels, Spain or Spolarium, all of us, each one, seemed revitalized by
spleen, hatched by the woods of long, venomous silence. And yes, suddenly the world spleen, hatched by the woods of long, venomous silence. And yes, suddenly the world
opened up to me, after the novel, to which before I had been blind. opened up to me, after the novel, to which before I had been blind.
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Still I rushed into other debates, for instance with Benigno and Agapito, who had now Still I rushed into other debates, for instance with Benigno and Agapito, who had now
moved into my rooms. Remembering Father Gaspar’s cryptic injunction - “throw it away to moved into my rooms. Remembering Father Gaspar’s cryptic injunction - “throw it away to
someone else,” so that in this manner the book traveled rapidly in those dark days of its someone else,” so that in this manner the book traveled rapidly in those dark days of its
printing, now so nostalgically glorious, though then I had no clue that these were historic printing, now so nostalgically glorious, though then I had no clue that these were historic
acts, the act of reading, or that the book would be such a collector’s item, or otherwise I acts, the act of reading, or that the book would be such a collector’s item, or otherwise I
would have wrapped it in parchment and sealed it for the highest bidder, what the hell, I would have wrapped it in parchment and sealed it for the highest bidder, what the hell, I
only knew holding the book could very likely constitute a glorious crime – in short, I lent it only knew holding the book could very likely constitute a glorious crime – in short, I lent it
to Benigno. to Benigno.
GUIDE QUESTIONS: PADRE FAURA WITNESSES THE EXECUTION OF RIZAL
Uychoco, M. T. (2016). 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World. Quezon City: Rex Bookstore Inc. by Danton Remoto
A blur
Between the soldiers
With their Mausers raised
And the early morning's
Star:
Still shimmering
Even if millions of miles away,
The star itself
Is already dead.