Tag: Vol. LXXV

MAGKAHALONG tuwa at awa ang naramdaman ko nang makitang namimilog ang mga mata ng aking mga anak. Masasaya nilang pinagsasaluhan ang uwi kong palabok at tinapay habang kaliwa’t kanan ang putukan na bumabati sa pagpasok ng taon.

Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit tulala ako habang pinagmamasdan ang ilang kalalakihang nagpapaputok sa labas. Nanginginig ako habang marahang ipinupukpok ang kamao sa bintana. Unti-unting nanumbalik sa aking alaala ang mga nangyari nang iwan ko ang aking mga anak kanina.

COME February 21, 10 teams will try to stop the Faculty of Arts and Letters from achieving its hopes of a grand slam in the 27th annual Pautakan, the longest running intercollegiate quiz contest in the country.

WHAT is art? Does the term provide a ready template of some sort against which works are measured?

Any self-respecting artisté would have launched into a tirade against uniformity and insisted on boundlessness. But that is precisely what most of today’s art lacks of—boundlessness. Every maverick young Picasso starts out with lofty convictions, but more often than not fall into the rut of predictability swimming in still-lifes, landscapes and nudes.