MODULE 2 - Week 2 and 3: Subject Objectives
MODULE 2 - Week 2 and 3: Subject Objectives
MODULE 2 - Week 2 and 3: Subject Objectives
Subject Objectives
Start-up Activity
Supplementary Ideas
The diversity and richness of Philippine literature evolved side by side with the
country's history. This can best be appreciated in the context of the country's
pre-colonial cultural traditions and the socio-political histories of its colonial
and contemporary traditions.
B. Literary Forms
1. Oral Literature
Tumatawag sa langit
Sana ay „wag ma galit
Tadhana‟y makita
Malimot pagdududa
Tabi-Tabi po nuno.
The Hudhud chanted by the Ifugaos - The hudhud is chanted among the
Ifugao only during four occasions: the harvesting and weeding of rice,
funeral wakes, and bone-washing (bogwa) rituals.
You may listen to it here: The Hudhud Chants of the Ifugao by UNESCO
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDImhwTKMOk)
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a. Hele or oyayi—lullaby
b. Ambahan (Mangyan) —7-syllable per line oen that are about human
relationships and social entertainment.
c. Kalusan (Ivatan) —work songs that depict the livelihood of the people
d. Tagay (Cebuano and Waray) —drinking song
e. Kanogan (Cebuano)—song of lamentation for the dead
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3. Folk Tales
a. Myths—explain how the world was created, how certain animals
possess certain characteristics, why some places have waterfalls,
volcanoes, mountains, flora or fauna
Alamat ng Pinya
Si Pagong at si Matsing
Ang Langgam at ang Tipaklong
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A. Characteristics
1. It has two distinct classifications: religious and secular
2. It introduced Spanish as the medium of communication
B. Literary Forms
1. Religious Literature—religious lyrics written by Ladino poets or those
versed in both Spanish and Tagalog were included in early catechism
and were uses to teach Filipinos the Spanish language.
B. Literary Forms
1. Propaganda Literature—Reformatory in objective
a. Political Essays— satires, editorials and news articles were written to
attack and expose the evils of Spanish rule.
i. Diariong Tagalog—founded by Marcelo H. Pilar
ii. La Solidaridad—editor-in-chief is Graciano Lopez Jaena
b. Political Novels. Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo—Jose Rizal‘s
masterpieces that paved the way to the revolution.
b. Poetry
i. True Decalogue—Apolinario Mabini
A. Period of Apprenticeship
1. Filipino Writers imitated English and American models
2. Poems written were amateurish and mushy, which phrasing and
diction is awkward and artificial.
a. Short Stories
i. Dead Stars—Paz Marquez Benitez
ii. The Small Key—Paz Latorena
iii. Footnote to Youth—Jose Garcia Villa
It was very warm. The sun, up above a sky that was blue and
tremendous and beckoning to birds ever on the wing, shone bright as if
determined to scorch everything under heaven, even the low, square nipa
house that stood in an unashamed relief against the gray-green haze of
grass and leaves.
It was lonely dwelling located far from its neighbors, which were huddled
close to one another as if for mutual comfort. It was flanked on both
sides by tall, slender bamboo tree which rustled plaintively under a
gentle wind.
On the porch a woman past her early twenties stood regarding the scene
before her with eyes made incurious by its familiarity. All around her the
land stretched endlessly, it seemed, and vanished into the distance.
There were dark, newly plowed furrows where in due time timorous
seedling would give rise to sturdy stalks and golden grain, to a rippling
yellow sea in the wind and sun during harvest time. Promise of plenty
and reward for hard toil! With a sigh of discontent, however, the woman
turned and entered a small dining room where a man sat over a belated a
midday meal.
Pedro Buhay, a prosperous farmer, looked up from his plate and smiled
at his wife as she stood framed by the doorway, the sunlight glinting on
her dark hair, which was drawn back, without relenting wave, from a
rather prominent and austere brow.
―Where are the shirts I ironed yesterday?‖ she asked as she approached
the table.
―Some of them need darning,‖ and observing the empty plate, she added,
―do you want some more rice?‖
Pedro pushed the chair back and stood up. Soledad began to pile the
dirty dishes one on top of the other.
―Here is the key to my trunk.‖ From the pocket of his khaki coat he
pulled a string of non-descript red which held together a big shiny key
and another small, rather rusty looking one.
With deliberate care he untied the knot and, detaching the big key,
dropped the small one back into his pocket. She watched him fixedly as
he did this. The smile left her face and a strange look came into her eyes
as she took the big key from him without a word. Together they left the
dining room.
Out of the porch he put an arm around her shoulders and peered into
her shadowed face.
―You look pale and tired,‖ he remarked softly. ―What have you been doing
all morning?‖
―Then lie down and try to sleep while I am gone.‖ For a moment they
looked deep into each other‘s eyes.
Soledad nodded. Her eyes followed her husband down the road, noting
the fine set of his head and shoulders, the case of his stride. A strange
ache rose in her throat.
She looked at the coat he had handed to her. It exuded a faint smell of
his favorite cigars, one of which he invariably smoked, after the day‘s
work, on his way home from the fields. Mechanically, she began to fold
the garment.
As she was doing so, s small object fell from the floor with a dull, metallic
sound. Soledad stooped down to pick it up. It was the small key! She
stared at it in her palm as if she had never seen it before. Her mouth was
tightly drawn and for a while she looked almost old.
She passed into the small bedroom and tossed the coat carelessly on the
back of a chair. She opened the window and the early afternoon
sunshine flooded in. On a mat spread on the bamboo floor were some
newly washed garments.
She began to fold them one by one in feverish haste, as if seeking in the
task of the moment in refuge from painful thoughts. But her eyes moved
restlessly around the room until they rested almost furtively on a small
trunk that was half concealed by a rolled mat in a dark corner.
It was a small old trunk, without anything on the outside that might
arouse one‘s curiosity. But it held the things she had come to hate with
unreasoning violence, the things that were causing her so much
unnecessary anguish and pain and threatened to destroy all that was
most beautiful between her and her husband!
Soledad came across a torn garment. She threaded a needle, but after a
few uneven stitches she pricked her finger and a crimson drop stained
―What is the matter with me?‖ she asked herself aloud as she pulled the
thread with nervous and impatient fingers.
What did it matter if her husband chose to keep the clothes of his first
wife?
―She is dead anyhow. She is dead,‖ she repeated to herself over and over
again.
The sound of her own voice calmed her. She tried to thread the needle
once more. But she could not, not for the tears had come unbidden and
completely blinded her.
―My God,‖ she cried with a sob, ―make me forget Indo‘s face as he put the
small key back into his pocket.‖
She brushed her tears with the sleeves of her camisa and abruptly stood
up. The heat was stifling, and the silence in the house was beginning to
be unendurable.
She looked out of the window. She wondered what was keeping Tia
Maria. Perhaps Pedro had forgotten to pass by her house in his hurry.
She could picture him out there in the south field gazing far and wide at
the newly plowed land with no thought in his mind but of work, work.
For to the people of the barrio whose patron saint, San Isidro Labrador,
smiled on them with benign eyes from his crude altar in the little chapel
up the hill, this season was a prolonged hour during which they were
blind and dead to everything but the demands of the land.
During the next half hour Soledad wandered in and out of the rooms in
effort to seek escape from her own thoughts and to fight down an
overpowering impulse. If Tia Maria would only come and talk to her to
divert her thoughts to other channels!
That evening Pedro Buhay hurried home with the usual cigar dangling
from his mouth, pleased with himself and the tenants because the work
in the south field had been finished. Tia Maria met him at the gate and
told him that Soledad was in bed with a fever.
―I shall go to town and bring Doctor Santos,‖ he decided, his cool hand
on his wife‘s brow.
―Don‘t, Indo,‖ she begged with a vague terror in her eyes which he took
for anxiety for him because the town was pretty far and the road was
dark and deserted by that hour of the night. ―I shall be alright
tomorrow.‖
Pedro returned an hour later, very tired and very worried. The doctor was
not at home but his wife had promised to give him Pedro‘s message as
soon as he came in.
Tia Maria decide to remain for the night. But it was Pedro who stayed up
to watch the sick woman. He was puzzled and worried – more than he
cared to admit it. It was true that Soledad did not looked very well early
that afternoon. Yet, he thought, the fever was rather sudden. He was
afraid it might be a symptom of a serious illness.
Soledad was restless the whole night. She tossed from one side to
another, but toward morning she fell into some sort of troubled sleep.
Pedro then lay down to snatch a few winks.
Tia Maria was nowhere to be seen, but that did not bother him, for it was
Sunday and the work in the south field was finished. However, he missed
the pleasant aroma which came from the kitchen every time he had
awakened early in the morning.
The kitchen was neat but cheerless, and an immediate search for wood
brought no results. So shouldering an ax, Pedro descended the rickety
stairs that led to the backyard.
The morning was clear and the breeze soft and cool. Pedro took in a deep
breath of air. It was good – it smelt of trees, of the ricefields, of the land
he loved.
He found a pile of logs under the young mango tree near the house and
began to chop. He swung the ax with rapid clean sweeps, enjoying the
feel of the smooth wooden handle in his palms.
As he stopped for a while to mop his brow, his eyes caught the remnants
of a smudge that had been built in the backyard.
―Ah!‖ he muttered to himself. ―She swept the yard yesterday after I left
her. That, coupled with the heat, must have given her a headache and
then the fever.‖
The morning breeze stirred the ashes and a piece of white cloth fluttered
into view.
Pedro dropped his ax. It was a half-burn panuelo. Somebody had been
burning clothes. He examined the slightly ruined garment closely. A
puzzled expression came into his eyes. First it was doubt groping for
truth, then amazement, and finally agonized incredulity passed across
his face. He almost ran back to the house. In three strides he was
It was nearly noon when the doctor arrived. He felt Soledad‘s pulse and
asked question which she answered in monosyllables. Pedro stood by
listening to the whole procedure with an inscrutable expression on his
face. He had the same expression when the doctor told him that nothing
was really wrong with his wife although she seemed to be worried about
something. The physician merely prescribed a day of complete rest.
Pedro lingered on the porch after the doctor left. He was trying not to be
angry with his wife. He hoped it would be just an interlude that could be
recalled without bitterness. She would explain sooner or later, she would
be repentant, perhaps she would even listen and eventually forgive her,
for she was young and he loved her. But somehow he knew that this
incident would always remain a shadow in their lives.
B. Period of Emergence
1. Highly influenced by Western literary trends like Romanticism and
Realism.
a. Short Stories—most prevalent literary form
i. Jose Garcia Villa —earned the international title ―Poet of the Century‖
Poetry
- Noteworthy names in this field, they wrote in free verse, in odes and
sonnets and in any other types. Poetry was original, spontaneous,
competently written and later, incorporated social consciousness.
Short Story
–1925 to 1941, poetry and short story flourished during these times.
Drama
– 1925 to 1941, drama during this period did not reach the heights
attained
by the novel or the short story.
Haiku –A poem of free verse that the Japanese liked. It was made up of
17 syllables divided into three lines. The first line had 5 syllables, the
second had 7 syllables, and the third had 5. It is allegorical in meaning.
It is short and covers a wide scope in meaning.
1. Tagalog poets broke away from the Balagtas tradition and instead
wrote in simple language and free verse
Onomatopoeia – the use of words that imitate the sounds associated with
the objects or actions they refer to.
Messages in Poetry – the idea about life that a poet writes about is called
the theme or message of the poem.
Free Verse – a poem that has no regular rhyme or rhythm. Cause and
Effect Relationship
Period of Activism
The irreverence for the poor reached its peak during this period of the
mass revolution. It was also during this period that Bomba films that
discredit our ways as Filipinos started to come out. Many young people
became activists to ask for changes in the government.
In the expression of this desire for change, keen were the writings of
some youth who were fired with nationalism in order to emphasize the
importance of their petitions. Many young activists were imprisoned in
military camps together with rebel writers. As early as this period of
history we can say that many of those writers who were imprisoned were
true nationalists and heroes of their time.
The literature of the activists reached a point where they stated boldly
what should be done to effect these changes. Some of those who rallied
to this revolutionary form of literature were Rolando Tinio, Rogelio
Mangahas, Efren Abueg, Rio Alma, and Clemente Bautista.
During this period, it cannot be denied that many people seethed with
rebellion and protest because of the continued oppression and
suppression. We can say that Philippine literature, in spite of the many
restrictions, still surreptitiously retained its luster.
Many Filipino songs dealt with themes that were really true-to-life like
those of grief, poverty, aspirations for freedom, love of God, of country
BAYAN KO
Rebirth of Freedom
Books
The Philippine revolution of 1986 and the fire of its spirit that will carry
the Filipinos through another epoch in Philippine history is still being
documented just as they have been in the countless millions who
participated in body and spirit in its realization.
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Self-Assessment
Spanish Period
Nationalistic Period
American Period
Japanese Period
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Ang, J.G. (2016) Literatura: 21st Century Philippine and World Literature. Mindshapers
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