Sunday, December 15, 2024

English Grammar for Filipinos: Ano ang mga pagkakaiba ng mga salitang Ingles sa past tense forms na Lay, Laid, Lain, at Lied?


Pwedeng panoorin ang aking maiksing bidyo sa YouTube sa taas, pero higit na mainam kung babasahin din ang teksto sa baba:


Lay: Ito po ang past tense ng lie na pag sinalin sa Filipino ay, "higa." At ito ay ginagawa sa sarili. Hal. sa present tense: Higa na ako. =  I will lie down already. Past tense: Humiga ako kagabi. = I lay down last night.

Laid: Ito naman ang past tense ng lie na pag sinalin sa Filipino ay, "hiniga." Bale ito ay ginagawa hindi sa sarili kundi sa ibang tao o bagay. Hal. Hiniga ko ang aking aso sa kama. = I laid my dog on the bed.

Lain: Ito ang past participle ng lie o higa. Hal. Mahigit isang oras nang nakahiga ang kuting sa sahig = The kitten has lain on the floor for more than an hour.

Lied: Nagsinungaling. Hal. Nagsinungaling ako tungkol sa kung nasaan ako kagabi = I lied about where I was last night.

Kaya base sa mga naunang halimbawa:

Maling isalin sa Ingles ang "Humiga siya sa kama kanina" bilang "He lied down in bed earlier." Ang tama ay, "He lay down in bed earlier." Kung lasing naman kaya binuhat' hiniga ng kanyang mga kaibigan sa kama, mali ang "His friends carried and lay him down on the bed." Mali rin ang, "His friends carried and lied him down on the bed. Ang tama ay, "His friends carried and laid him on the bed."

Sa pagtatapos, isang pagsalin ng isang buong talata, na sa Ingles ay gamit ang lay, laid, lain, at lied:

Nagsinungaling ako noong sinabi ko na nahiga at natulog ako ng maaga kagabi. Ang totoo ay hiniga ko ang manikin sa aking kama tapos tinakpan ko ng kumot. Pagkatapos, tumakas ako sa bintana at magdamag na naglaro ng tong-its sa lamay ng tatay ng kaibigan ko ngayo'y mga isang linggo nang nakahimlay sa kabaong.

I lied when I said that I lay down and slept early last night. The truth is I laid the mannequin on my bed then covered it with a blanket. Afterwards, I escaped through the window and played tong-its overnight at the wake of my friend's father who is lain in a casket for about a week now.

Ayos ba?  

Yung mga mahuhusay po sa balarila/grammar sa Filipino at English, feel free to comment and correct me po. Salamat! 


Tuesday, December 3, 2024

One Minute Hirit 26: “Flight is a sign of guilt": Pinalipad na ni Duterte ang Pilipinas palayo ng ICC!


Di ko na susuruin kung may extrajudicial confessions nga ba si Duterte sa Senado o Kongreso, at marami ng videos ang mga abogadong vloggers tungkol dyan. Flashback na muna tayo, or “throwback”, in modern parlance . . . #Duterte #dutertelegacy #quadcom #crimeagainsthumanity #internationalcriminalcourt #icc

One Minute Hirit 27: PBBM: Good Cop, Bad Cop Teknik Vs. Sara Duterte sa Impeachment?


One Minute Hirit 27: PBBM: Good Cop, Bad Cop Teknik Vs. Sara Duterte sa Impeachment?
"Mahirap talagang kalaban ang doble-kara . . . Kung magkasundo man ang dalawang kampon, este, kampo ng mga Marcos at Duterte, ito ay malamang para hapi-hapi lang ulit sila sa kanila-kanilang "raket" (to put it mildly) sa kaban ng bayan." #impeachment #impeachvpsara #bbm #martinromualdez #SaraDuterte

Monday, November 25, 2024

The Snakeman's Dream

I'm glad that TPT Magazine features four of my poems in their latest November 25, 2024 issue (Issue VII). Three can be read on this page. One, "The Snakeman's Dream," is not printed but an audio recording of my reading can be accessed here. And that's why I'm sharing the text of the poem in this blog post:


The Snakeman’s Dream

 

No python, so it won’t constrict

and squeeze me to my last,

but it’s poisonous still.

 

Unfailingly, every night

this reptile crawls out of its hole

in a corner of my bedroom wall,

then entwines and slithers all over me

as I lie in bed alone.

 

Unfailingly, I wish

that its head is your hand,

and its body, your arm.

 

Ah, different bodies,

same venom.


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(image from TPT Magazine's webpage, November 25, 2024)


Sunday, November 3, 2024

Duterte: Umamin na totoong siya ang pinuno ng DDS hit squad na nasa likod ng mga kaso ng EJK?! (At may libreng libro dito!)

Ah okey. Eniwey, may sinulat din kasi akong koleksyon bago pa ng pag-amin ni Rodrigo Duterte sa Senado* nitong nakaraan lang. At ito ay binubuo ng kanyang mga "pag-amin" simula sa mga kaganapan noong kanyang kabataan hanggang sa pagbaba niya sa puwesto. Kathang isip lamang pero base sa mga balita't statements niya. Mga tula ito na base pa rin naman sa mga resibo, ika nga. (Parang talambuhay at psychological insight sa kanyang pagkatao.) Bale una ko na siyang "pinaamin" sa koleksyon na ito, haha! Sa wikang Ingles dahil isa ito sa mga proyekto ko bilang 2024 International Fellow ng International Human Rights Art Movement (IHRAM) na ang punong tanggapan ay sa New York, NY, USA. I-click dito para sa libreng digital copy ng medyo maiksing babasahin: Datuterte: Imagined Confessions 2024 (IHRAM 2024). Ito ang aking munting kontribusyon para sa karapatang pantao at demokrasya sa ating bansang Pilipinas. Dedicated sa mga biktima't naulila ng extrajudicial killings (EJK) noong panunungkulan ni Duterte. Sana'y makamit nila ang hustisya! 

(Cover art by Kaleb Sevilla)

Mga ilang positive reviews:

If there is anything you will read today, make it Karlo Silverio Lagman Sevilla III's free digital poetry collection, Datuterte. It's a unique, honest, and powerful collage of first-person poems spoken from Rodrigo Duterte's viewpoint, using real-life statements during his bloody six-year regime as Philippine president. It offers an encompassing grasp of his violent political term and is a product of Karlo's fellowship at International Human Rights Art Movement (IHRAM).

- Gretchen Filart, poet, Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee

. . . Karlo Sevilla, has a new book out and it pulls no punches. Assembled largely from public record, the poems reveal something tragic about their subject.

- Christian Smith, editor, The Isthmus 

More about the book from my previous post here.

At isa pang libreng libro, mahabang tula, base sa sigalot sa Palestina: The Boy On the Hill (IHRAM 2024).

*Binawi raw ni Duterte yung mga inamin niya, joke lang daw. Bale nagawa pang magbiro ng loko kahit under oath? Sabi naman ni Mon Tulfo, high daw kasi sa fentanyl. (Si Mon Tulfo nagsabi niyan, ha? Hindi ako.)

Maraming salamat! ✊


Tuesday, June 18, 2024

"Datuterte: Imagined Confessions, 2024" by Karlo Sevilla (WTF is this?!)

Trigger warning: various shocking contents. Read it here for FREE!

(Cover art by Kaleb Sevilla)

  • Published June 10, 2024, this is the first of three individual poetry projects that I committed to complete as a 2024 International Human Rights Art Movement (IHRAM) International Fellow.
  • What I wrote to IHRAM Executive Director Tom Block upon submission:

For this collection, "Datuterte: Imagined Confessions, 2024," I assumed the (despotic, brutal, chauvinist, misogynist, condescending, foulmouthed, etc.) persona of the previous Philippine president, Rodrigo Roa Duterte, and via a series of portrait poetry and prose attempted a fictional autobiography which narrative arc begins and ends with his contemplation on his current situation: now that rumors are rife about the imminence of his arrest by the International Criminal Court over his alleged crimes against humanity, mainly the extrajudicial killings committed during his brutal “war on drugs” that claimed tens of thousands of lives.

Imagined but based on the subject’s actual statements and reliable news reports, the persona narrates his childhood, young adulthood, and his political career that began with his appointment as OIC vice-mayor of Davao City and ended when he finished his six-year term as president of the Philippines. In his stories, he speaks of the multitude of fatal crimes under his separate administrations as mayor then president; including the ones he purportedly committed himself – straight from his own mouth as factual statements, or tough talk to pander to his fanatical supporters, or both.

The fictional narration delves into the psychology and personal background of an autocrat, along with the social and political milieus within which each select slice of the storyteller’s life was lived, and the crimes he committed personally and/or under his leadership. Insights are also shared on how and why a significant number of a populace end up embracing fascistic propaganda and supporting tyrannical and (therefore) anti-human rights policies as possible solutions for social ills, preponderantly for the perceived or actual breakdown of law and order.

At the very least, I hope that this small collection will serve as a quick reference for any student of contemporary Philippine history, specifically about the administration of the 16th president of the republic (2016 to 2022) that is now widely considered as the most murderous and with the highest number of human rights violations when it comes to state-sanctioned violence.

  • A positive review from Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee poet Gretchen Filart:
If there is anything you will read today, make it Karlo Silverio Lagman Sevilla III's free digital poetry collection, Datuterte. It's a unique, honest, and powerful collage of first-person poems spoken from Rodrigo Duterte's viewpoint, using real-life statements during his bloody six-year regime as Philippine president. It offers an encompassing grasp of his violent political term and is a product of Karlo's fellowship at International Human Rights Art Movement (IHRAM).

And, again, you can read "Datuterte: Imagined Confessions, 2024" by yours truly here for FREE.

Saturday, March 16, 2024

Karlo Sevilla Books & Stuff‍


Address: 7 Matiyaga St., Brgy. Central, Dist. 4, Quezon City
Phone no. (+63)933-525-0100



Hello! This blog post now serves as the official address of my personal Ecwid store, Karlo Sevilla Books & Stuff. My initial offerings are for my two newest poetry chapbooks, respectively:


The following are my products: the books and packages. To order, you can visit each book and package's ECWID CHECK OUT PAGE and PRICE by clicking on any of the blue text or images below. Thanks! 

  1. Figuratively: A Chapbook of Shape Poems, for Philippine and international markets (bonus: plus "Recumbent" for Philippine market only), Php440.00
  2. Recumbent - Personalized Signed Copy (international market), Php560.00
  3. Recumbent and Figuratively 2-in-1 Package (international market), Php950.00
  4. Figuratively (Philippine market), Php240.00
  5. Recumbent - Personalized Signed Copy (Philippine market), Php300.00

You'll find the product details when you click on the images above. So just keep clicking and hitting those buttons until you successfully make a purchase!

Also:
  • You can buy Recumbent straight from the publisher here. 
  • For further inquiries, please email me at karlosilverio.sevilla96@gmail.com or text me (+63)933-525-0100. And because my full-time job is hectic and prohibits yours truly from getting distracted during (long) work hours, I'll try to respond immediately but please give me 24 hours max. The best time to call me is on Saturdays, 2:00 PM to 10:00 PM.
  • Also, whether you buy my printed books or not, you can read for FREE my digital collection of political poetry, "Datuterte: Imagined Confessions 2024 (IHRAM, 2024) here!
  • And last but not the least, my full-length poetry e-book "Metro Manila Mammal" (Soma Publishing, 2023) is available here on Amazon.
Thank you! 




Thursday, February 1, 2024

Muhammad Ali: A hero and legend

Note: As a former journalist, I was assigned in 2016 by my editor in the now-defunct The Philippine Online Chronicles to write about the then recently-departed boxing legend, Muhammad Ali. Unfortunately, the news website soon folded up and this article didn't see the light of day. Today, after almost eight years, I'm sharing what I wrote here in my blog.

(World Journal Tribune photo by Ira Rosenberg.)

While still bearing his birth name Cassius Clay, only once did the teenaged Muhammad Ali get into trouble at Louisville’s Central High School. It was when he also showed accuracy with a snowball, hitting a teacher with it and getting summoned by the disciplinary board. After expressing his sincere apology, he calmly declared to the three-man board that he was on his way to becoming boxing’s heavyweight champion of the world. He might as well have prophesied then that he would be esteemed as The Greatest.

Born January 17, 1942 in Louisville, Kentucky and named Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr. after his father, Ali’s life in boxing began 12 years later when his bicycle was stolen. The adolescent momentarily left his Schwinn bike at a street corner in Louisville, Kentucky to indulge on free popcorn offered by the yearly Home Show. When he came back, his ride was gone.

Upon learning that there was a police officer at a nearby gym, the distraught black boy ran toward it and was enthralled by the sight of boys – black and white – training in boxing. It turned out that the police officer was off-duty, a white man named Joe Martin who also coached in boxing.

An infuriated Ali reported, “Somebody stole my bike…when I find him, I’m gonna whup him, I’m gonna.” Martin asked, “Do you know how to box?”

Ali never recovered his bike, but he discovered a sport. Under Martin, his journey in mastering and innovating boxing, and becoming the world’s unparalleled icon of the sport, began.

For much of the second half of the 20th century until his passing last June 3, 2016 at age 74, people all over the world knew and revered two living Alis: the courageous and talented fighter inside the ring, and the loud, witty and handsome spokesperson against social injustice and inequality outside of it.

The following are the most significant highlights, the wins and losses, of The Greatest -- within and without the ring:

Olympic gold. Muhammad Ali won the gold medal in the 1960 Rome Olympics as athlete of the US Olympic boxing team, beating  Zbigniew Pietrzkowski of Poland for the championship.

Twin victories over the fearsome Sonny Liston. After breezing through 17 professional fights, Ali finally signed the dotted line to challenge for the heavy-hitting reigning champion Liston. The odds were 7-1 in favor of the champ. With his superior hand speed and footwork, Ali battered Liston into submission, who refused to rise from his stool for the seventh round. Thus, the 22-year-old Ali was officially crowned as the new heavyweight king.

Fifteen months later, Ali defended his title in quicker and more decisive fashion, disposing of the man he wrested the belt from in less than two minutes via the famous (or infamous) “phantom punch”.

Stopping former champ Floyd Patterson. For the scheduled 15-round match, Ali effectively landed his jabs on the game but devastatingly overmatched Patterson, until the referee mercifully stopped the carnage in the 12th. (He beat Patterson again, via knockout, in a rematch years later.)

The Trilogy versus Smokin’ Joe Frazier, culminating in the Thrilla in Manila. Regaining his boxing license in 1970 – three-and-a-half (athletically) inactive years after losing it along with his belt as punishments for his controversial refusal to be conscripted in the US military during the War in Vietnam – Ali was set to face Frazier, who was then his successor as the heavyweight champion.

Abandoning his erstwhile signature fleet-footed style, Ali chose to square and bang with the formidable banger Frazier. In the 15th round of the grueling and gruesome affair, the defending champion knocked Ali down, who got up and lost via unanimous decision.

In the rematch, Ali turned the tables on Frazier; this time, he won the 12-round unanimous decision.

Finally, the 1975 Thrilla in Manila: regarded as one of the best fights of all time. It was a hard-fought 14 rounds of give-and-take, with Frazier’s trainer Eddie Futch ultimately waiving off his battered boxer from fighting for the 15th and ultimate round. The likewise severely-punished Ali, after emerging victorious, claimed that he himself was on the verge of quitting, and that going through that fight was the closest thing to death.

Rumble in the Jungle versus Big George Foreman. In 1974, a year before his third and final fight versus Frazier, Ali was again the underdog.  This time, he was pitted against the man who was generally considered as his most formidable opponent: the unstoppable reigning champion Foreman who previously knocked down another juggernaut in Frazier -- six times until their match was stopped in the second round, grabbing the latter’s title.

Using the “rope-a-dope strategy” – leaning against the ropes while covering and defending with his flexed arms, frustrating and wearying Foreman who eventually outpunched himself – he finally knocked out the heavy favorite with five consecutive unanswered bombs in the eighth.

His last losses. Ali lost his title to Leon Spinks in 1978, in what was then popularly deemed as an upset by boxing fans. Ali regained his title seven months later, which made him the first to win the heavyweight belt three times. Hence, the obviously fading boxing great “retired” for the first time.

Tragically, and allegedly largely due to promoter Don King’s self-serving pecuniary machinations, an undeniably withered Ali donned his gloves two more times, and lost to Larry Holmes (1980) then to Trevor Berbick (1981) in consecutive sorry displays of lost power and virtuosity inside the ring.

The Greatest ended his pugilistic career with a 56-5 win-loss record, including his defeat to Ken Norton in 1973, who dealt him a broken jaw. (Ali faced Norton two more times, winning both rematches.)

Ali vis-à-vis the burning issues of the US-Vietnam War, race, and religion.

“I ain’t got nothing against them Viet Cong.” Ali’s powerful statement on his refusal to be drafted to serve the US armed forces in the US-Vietnam war was part principled defiance based on his religious beliefs as a Muslim along with his opposition to what that war stood for, and part exasperation after being grilled non-stop by reporters on the issue.

According to Robert Lipsyte in his cover article on Ali (for the June 20, 2016 commemorative issue of TIME Magazine), on that particular day, news truck after news truck arrived at Ali’s rented bungalow in Miami from afternoon to dusk. And, reporter after reporter, every newcomer, pressed the champion for his thoughts “about the Viet Cong.” The nth and final time he was asked, he finally snapped with that immortal line of protest.

On another occasion, Ali asked, “What can you give me, America, for turning down my religion? You want me to do what the white man says and go fight a war against some people I don’t know nothing about, get some freedom for some other people when my own can’t get theirs here?” (Seven years earlier, immediately after winning Olympic gold, a segregated restaurant in his very hometown refused to serve him.)  

In 1967, as a consequence of his draft refusal, boxing commissioners stripped him of his championship belt and denied him his license to fight. Then, a jury hastily convicted him of draft evasion.

His conversion to Islam came the morning after beating Liston in their first encounter in 1964. Exercising his religious freedom, Ali confirmed membership in the Nation of Islam.

Ali, writes Lipsyte in his abovementioned piece, “was turning his back on mainstream religion, politics and commerce. He was making a powerful statement in the turbulent 1960s as race riots swept cities, voter-registration workers were attacked and murdered … and the Vietnam War was expanding … Ali was now seen as an outspoken agent of change.”

In 1970, a federal court ordered the New York State Athletic Commission to give Ali his license to fight. And, the following year, the US Supreme Court reversed his conviction.

Ali and Parkinson’s disease.

When Ali died, he had long been suffering from Parkinson’s disease. The disease rendered his once voluble speech barely audible, and shaking involuntarily as with the rest of his once agile body. This debilitating condition had already shown its signs in the legend even before his last fight in 1981. (No conclusive findings showed that Ali developed the disease due to getting repeatedly struck in the head, though there is data that repeated brain trauma makes one more likely to suffer from Parkinson’s.)

The legacy of The Greatest.

Unlike the Filipino loving legend Manny Pacquiao, Ali didn’t seek any elective political office, though in 1979 he played the role of a senator in post-Civil War USA in a TV miniseries. He didn’t become a congressman, but his influence led to the enactment of the Muhammad Ali Boxing Reform Act, a federal law that primarily seeks to protect the rights and welfare of boxers.

To quote his fellow Muslim and black sports legend, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, “Out of the ring, he was a champion of justice. Had Muhammad allowed himself to be drafted, he would have never faced combat and would have still earned his millions. Instead, he would face the punishment for his convictions alone. He willingly stood up for us (African Americans) whenever and wherever bigotry or injustice arose, without regard for the personal cost. I and millions of Americans black and white…have been better off because of him.”

Indeed, the USA and the rest of the world are better off because of the struggles and sacrifices of heroes like Muhammad Ali.

*Note: All quotes are originally from the TIME Magazine commemorative issue of June 20, 2016, from the articles “Muhammad Ali became a big brother to me – and to all African Americans” by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and “Ali: Champion. Outcast. Hero. Legend.” By Robert Lipsyte.

 

 



Friday, January 19, 2024

Ang Hinaing ng Nanalo sa Lotto

 


"Ano ngayon kung wala akong anino?! Pilipino pa rin ako! Kahit silipin niyo pa ang birth certificate at voter's ID ko! May karapatan din akong yumaman at manalo nito!" giit niya. At pagkatapos niyang kamayan ang opisyal sabay klik ng kamera ng photographer, daglian siyang nag-anyong pusa at lumundag palabas ng bintana ng opisinang dinayo niya, kagat-kagat ang tseke.



Thursday, January 11, 2024

Paggamit ng Landline Vs. Cellphone sa Larangan ng Pag-ibig

Mas maraming kabataan ngayon na may karelasyon o nanliligaw o nililigawan ang napupuyat – lalo na yung may mga sariling kwarto sa bahay.

Gamit ang cellphone sa kama, kahit hanggang madaling araw pwedeng makipag-usap o PM o text sa iniibig o mangingibig – nang di nasasaway ng magulang.
Eh noong panahon namin, sa tingin niyo ba pwede naming bitbitin hanggang kwarto yung landline na kadalasan nasa sala at nakakonekta ang kable sa dingding? At magtext?
Bale nakaupo ka lang sa sala para magtelebabad. At awkward mag-sweet nothings nang may ibang nakakarinig kaya pabulong ka lang. Tapos pag-ayaw ng magulang mo sa kausap mo, bubulyawan ka pa ng, “Sino na naman iyang kausap mo?! Si Pedro na naman iyan, ano?! Ibaba mo na iyang telepono at matulog ka na!”
Kaya bubulungan mo ang kausap mo, “Andito na si tatay. Bye.” At pagbaba ng receiver, sasabihin mo sa tatay mo, “Kaklase ko lang po. May school project kami.” (Pwede mo ring sabihin na, “Wrong number po,” kahit tatlong oras mo nang kausap.)
At dahil nga ayaw ng mga magulang mo, sasamantalahin mo kung kelan nasa trabaho sila. Eh minsan ginagamit pa ng party line . . .
Pero may isang bentahe ang landline sa smartphone: Pag galit kami sa kausap namin (kunwari dahil sa selos, ahem) pwede namin siyang murahin tapos babagsakan ng telepono. Ibig sabihin, ihahampas namin yung receiver sa plunger! Ngayon, sige nga, kaya niyong ihampas yung smartphone niyo sa galit? Eh kung iPhone?


(Ang nilalaman ng post na ito ay unang kong ibinahagi dito sa Facebook.)