Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Name of Despair

Rest your weary brow, fallen soldiers:
A new day is dawning, a new battle to be fought,
Clasp the broken rosaries we left in your cold hands,
Hell shall ascend from the depths of the soul!
Every one of us shall witness the conflagration
Like the hordes of blazing steeds of the conqueror
Lighting up our souls to take arms!
Everyone, rise up; the day of reckoning has come!
Do not be left out in the carnage that will run;
Our hunger for flesh to tear and rip apart,
Must be sated for all who came before us!
In the hope of ending the curse of years twentyscore,
Not one of them shall be dealt with mercy;
Inflame, maim, decapitate, violate; none are innocent!
Quash those, then bring before me, those who kept us apart
Us shall be witness: they shall be impaled and slashed
Eternal offering to the altars of deranged, hopeless longing.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

"Beyond the Spectacle?": Debunking Popular Notions About Elections

(Foreword: this is probably the most rambling thinkpiece about electoral practice I have written. Apologies for crude rhetoric.)

With the campaign period for the 2010 Philippine elections kicking into high gear, one might be prone to the pessimistic notions which Jessica Zafra has outlined so succinctly in her Pinoy Elections: A Guide for the Dismayado. To paraphrase: "we are governed by actors and entertained by politicians." In a sense, I doubt much of our desensitised populaiton would be dissuaded of their notion that politics and artists are of different breeds: one only needs to visit any forum that would host opinions on the upcoming polls to see gems of cynicism such as the following:

Interchangebable nga lang sila; Politics at Showbiz.

Diba may MMFF parade ang mga stars, may Campaign sorties din naman ang mga Politiko. Pareho lang.

Umaakting den naman silang pareho, sa parehong manonood din.

may mga tsismis silang pareho. covered by media of course.

kung may talent fee ang mga artist at bonus kung kumita ang pelikula, sa politics, may pork barrel at kickback pag may projects.

Pabong-gahan sila ng damit, kotse at bahay.

PArehong-pareho.


Coming from the tradition of Political Science, such a sweeping statement (written in horrible grammar, no less), despite being something I believed in my childhood, nonetheless makes my blood boil. For one who is striving to understand the discipline of people's interactions with each other, together with harmonization of interests, to call politics akin to a "pabitin for the elite" is a grave insult to millenia of free thinking. Nonetheless, I cannot but admit that people cannot be blamed if they think this way simply because what we have are residual institutions devoid of their former glories.

Then again, nothing could be solved with moping and pining for "innocence lost." True, what our government and political institutions have come to are definitely not what is expected of an ideal democratic institution, but perhaps the root of problem is that we ourselves are not made to appreciate what democracy even means in the first place. It might be helpful, perhaps, if we would look at most of the time-old snippets we would here in our families and communities whenever issues of political significance arise, and then see why they are not conducive for "citizen-like" bearing:

1) "Ang iboboto ko yung nakukuha ang kiliti ko."

Most of us who speak of who our candidates will be are prone to joining the bandwagon of who is the most popular or the most "populist." This most likely explains (at face value) why Senator Benigno "Noynoy" Aquino III and Sen. Manuel "Manny" Villar, Jr. are leading in the polls. Supposedly, those who embody the people's aspirations are the ones we should go into office. However, corollary to these beliefs is the notion that once these candidates are placed into power, we already have the freedom to bash them when we want to, simply by being suspicious of their "incumbency."

Some academics and pretenders to political analysis usually share the hypothesis that it is almost a sociological construct born out of almost 400 years of colonization, this tendency to "up one over our masters" as a coping mechanism of oppressive circumstances. Most believers of the class struggle hypothesis (somewhat erroneously lumped into the umbrella term "Marxists") would also claim that this is an expected by product of the continuous slow mobilization of the working class to overthrow "unjust elite domination." More often than not, these arguments sound rational enough to a generation who was not raised on critical thinking, but even a few doses of common sense can debunk them.

To actually believe that the price of a vote is simply one's projection to populism or "populist" interests is definitely dangerous, something almost bordering to totalitarian domination no better than Hitler's fascist rule or Stalin's reconfiguration of the Soviet Union. Political theorist Hannah Arendt, in her monumental work The Origins of Totalitarianism would condemn such:

The masses share with the mob only one characteristic,namely, that both stand outside all social ramifications and normal political representation. The masses do not inherit, as the mob does—albeit in a
perverted form—the standards and attitudes of the dominating class, but reflect and somehow pervert the standards and attitudes toward public affairs of all classes. The standards of the mass man were determined not only and not even primarily by the specific class to which he had once belonged, but rather by all-pervasive influences and convictions which were tacitly and inarticulately shared by all classes of society alike.
(Arendt 1958, 314).

What drives people to an understanding that elections is a mere giving off of interest to the one which he can identify most is a product of a rejection of individuality, the fetish for "being as same as most people" which kills off any impetus for creativity and innovation. This is most likely the reason why despite countless public presidential forums people are not convinced that their vote is worth committing to someone. The more candidates' platforms are becoming more identical to each other is a signal that the democratic system is unhealthy and mediocre. In fact this the complaint of Senator Aquino regarding the forums he attends to. To paraphrase: "Puro naman pagpapalakihan lang ang ginagawa namin dito: hindi pinag-uusapan ang mga isyu."

This is precisely the problem: issues are not being tackled, mostly because people have been taught to be desensitized by issues. What is the most important value fetishized by candidates is the simple delivery of services: food, housing and jobs (which is what almost all, but most importantly Senator Villar, puts forward as their sole agenda). This is basically national housekeeping, which should be undertaken by a bureaucracy and not be put to question. The moment we begin thinking of washing our hands from public responsibility as mentioned in the film Network ("Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone!"), we already know citizenship is dying. And this is likely something we can blame on the egocentric elites who find it expedient that the masses remain ignorant, but we are getting ahead of ourselves.

2) "Bakit mo iboboto iyan e hindi naman iyan mananalo?"

Perhaps we are committing and error when we follow the idea of "politics of convenience." This is the rhetoric people have about OMB Chairman Edu Manzano's affiliation with Lakas-Kampi CMD, lamenting how he would top the polls if he was a Liberal senator. This even extends to the standard-bearer Gilbert Teodoro, who supposedly is an ideal candidate if not for his affiliation with the incumbent Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, who statistically and rhetorically is the most unpopular president than the unlamented dictator Ferdinand Marcos. (Not that we sanction the growing rhetoric that Marcos was actually a good president; that statement is outrageously stupid and is a different matter.)

If Lakas-Kampi CMD holds the ideological underpinnings and program of governance a candidate believes, then so be it: let the candidate stand for what he/she believes in. Politics is about standing up for one's principles and then moving around your limitations to push them through. If we are mad at personality-centered politics with candidates marketing only themselves and not the stands of the party, are we not making the same error of judgment by becoming personality-centered ourselves and not looking at the arguments of these parties? It is definitely true, political participation is a matter of investing oneself and convincing other people to what you believe in in the practice of elenchus, but relying on personal charisma alone is not healthy in promoting a thinking electorate.

There are values for tradition and myth-making in political participation: this is why the argument about Senator Aquino not having any original platform and simply riding on the names of his deceased forebears does not hold. As postmodernist thought will hold, why destroy the old wheel and make a new one if it is still workable? If the history of people power is still a potent weapon of democratization, why should we not hold on to it? Why believe the discredited neo-liberal dialectic of the Arroyo administration which foists the bogey of "stunted development" if another EDSA Revolution occurs? The obsession for modernization as rhetoric and sacrificing what is held dear by the people is totalitarian, if not at the very least emasculating for the demos.

3) Bakit ka pa sasali sa halalang ito, pare-pareho lang naman sila, sayang lang ang boto mo?

To immediately presume that electoral practice is a futile practice due to the inevitable fact that it will always be the "old players" who will figure in elections is, once again, a non-democratic and anti-political practice which has disastrous consequences for public participation. True, these players have interests counter to the values of the general population, but then again the value of political participation is in the strength to continuously speak out one's rights and advance one's interest in conjunction (if not effective suppression) of the aforementioned anti-people interests, achieved through the negotiation table and parameters people agree upon, if only to assert their participation in the community. To paraphrase once again Hannah Arendt in an interview with Roger Errera, departing from the relatively-modern understanding of the nation-state (which as a construct of modernity is questionable in itself), a country is united not by heritage, not by memory or shared origins, and not even by whether one is native or not: it is united by consent to the Constitution it values. In valuing this Constitution, one professes to a desire to participate in governance, in developing oneself as a person who wishes to be a figure that has contributed to the welfare of the public space while allowing for the advancement of private pursuits, but only insofar as it supports the public space.

In quoting noted Neo-Marxist academic Nicos Poulantzas, who wrote in the New Left Review Vol I No. 58, one of the contestations regarding the capitalist state is about how "the fundamental contradiction of the capitalist system, according to Marx, is not at all a contradiction between its social character and its ‘private purpose’, but a contradiction between the socialization of productive forces and their private appropriation. (Poulantzas 1969, 71). Political participation, despite its value for tradition and structures, nonetheless should be able to articulate itself in other avenues available to maximize mobilization and capturing public interest. It is, after all, not about who gets what, but who convinces everyone better in the shared language.

It would be therefore to our benefit as a population if we do understand the spectacle that unfolds before us, but nonetheless do not fully give in to our suspension of disbelief and see what occurs before our very eyes as an automatic signal to just drop our votes and leave it at that. To have a fully appreciative participation in the electoral process, one has to be willing to go out of one's comfort zone and engage every one who wishes to "serve" in the public space by asking them questions that matter, issues of justice and legitimacy, while keeping a tacit understanding that national housekeeping is important but not paramount above establishing a livable space for all.

READ.

SPEAK OUT.

GO BEYOND THE BUZZWORDS AND ADVERTISEMENTS.

Take your vote as a ticket, and leave it at that. Be exhilirated, but not intoxicated.

What matters now is HOW YOU WILL MAKE SURE THE CAPTAIN YOU CHOSE TO PILOT THE TRAIN OF STATE IS RESPONSIBLE ENOUGH TO NOT LET IT DISLODGE FROM THE TRACKS AND RUN PEOPLE INTO THE ABYSS.

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"Beyond the Spectacle?": Debunking Popular Notions About Elections by Hansley A. Juliano is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Philippines License.
Based on a work at kalisnglawin.blogspot.com.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Hinihiling Ninyong Ako'y Mag-Aral

(paglalabas ng mga naghihimutok na bungang-utak bunga ng kapagalan sa burukratiko't antipolitikal na lunan ng pag-aaral, kahit nagpipilit ako pasukan ito ng politika. Ewan.)

Tungkulin naming daw ay mangalap ng kaalaman
Siyang totoo, ito ay aming kailangan
Nguni't kaya ba naming mangalap lamang
Habang maraming nakabitin sa alangaang?
Kaming kabataang nakakulong sa bisig ng saya
Paano aalpasan ang tukso at maling haraya
Hindi namin kaya ang magsawalang kibo
Liban na lamang kung kami ay igagapos ninyo
Pakakainin ng loto ng sakdal katangahan
At pagkatapos gawing mga utusang katawan
Na magtatayo, magtatayo, magtatayo
Hindi alam ang sarap ng kung paano magpagupo
Sapagka't sukat na ang panahon ng pag-usbong
Ng mga kalipunan ng mang-aapi't mga buhong
Ngayon na, ating padaliin ang paghuhukom
Tayong kabataan ang siyang maglalagom
Sa mga kasalanan ng mga sa ati'y nauna
Ngayon, tangnan na ang mga tabak at pana!
Sunugin ang kalunsuran, balikan ang kanayunan!
Simulan ang pagwasak sa pangsalaping sanlibutan!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Oda Sa Kape

Naaalala ko lamang sa iyong halimuyak
ang mga alaala ng isang hacienda
Lunan ng mga multo ng encomienda
Na sumisikil at nag-iipit
Sa aming mga amang kuba na sa bukid
Sunog sa init ng araw, utak ay tinunaw
Habang ang salaping aming ninais
Ay hindi sumapat kahit kailan
Kahit pa pinag-usapan
At sa bawa't pagsipsip ng likidong
Nakuha mula sa mga buto ng ani
Ay inyong sinasaid ang aming dugo
Na matagal nang dinilig ang lupang ito
sa oras ng pagsusumikap
Sa panahon ng pagkamkam at paglipol sa amin
Kaya sa tuwing ako'y makakatikim
Ng mapait na nektar na iyan
Ako'y sumusumpa sa bawa't patak
Na ang katarunga'y sasakanila
Kungdi ang mga sugat ay aantak.

Ang Maglakad Habang May Bitbit Na Rosas

May mga pagkakataong kailangan magsama-sama ang mga hindi dapat magsama para may sumabog at lumabas ang isang hiyas. Parang paglikha lang ng granada: mga kemikal na hindi talaga pinagsama ng kalikasan pero ginagamit natin sa pagmina ng mga mahahalagang bato. Kaya eto, nagbabalik ang inyong sabog na blogger upang muling magtala ng mga pananaw sa buhay.

Sa tagal ko ring hindi nakapagsulat tungkol sa kalagayang pangkaraniwan, para uli akong natututong magsulat ng a-ba-ka-da. Para uli akong ginagabayan kung paano humakbang gamit ang mahihinang yapak. Para uli akong natututong magmahal.

Simulan natin sa isang awiting matagal nang hindi naririnig ng mga bata ngayon:



Ang problema natin, kung tutuusin, hindi naman ang kawalan ng magagawa sa buhay. Sa totoo lang, masyado nga yata tayo maraming ginagawa sa buhay kaya nga tuloy hindi na natin maisipan ang maglakad. O sa ganoong pananaw, ang magmuni-muni ukol sa mga bagay-bagay na napapansin sa ating paligid. Dala ito ng agam-agam nating tayo'y mahuhuli sa ating mga tungkulin o, kung hindi man, ay ang mabalaho/magulo sa ating mga sariling suliraning dinadala at hindi maiwan sa bahay o sa pook ng trabaho.

Kagaya nito. Binilinan ako ng aking gurong si G. Rene Raneses na magsanay magsalita ukol sa isang salita nang walang tigil sa loob ng 20 minuto para maayos ko ang aking sabog na paraan ng pagsasalita. Pero sinira ang aking konsentrasyon sa pagsubok magsalaysay sa halaga ng tsokolate sa ating kasaysayan nang makita ko ang mukha nina Willie Revillame at ni Georgina Wilson na magkasama sa billboard ng Bench. Maski nga si Ms.Lia Cruz, hindi napalagay. Kumbaga, parang I Love You, Goodbye lang ito:

Naghahalikan sina Gabby Concepcion at Angelica. Ano na nga bang spelling ng DOM? Ang tunay na lalake, hindi gumagamit ng Lucida. Tanginang kumot yan lagi na lang may kumot na nakatakip kay Angelica Panganiban.

~O~O~O~

Mga ganoong kawirduhan, ganoong kasabugan, bilang halimbawa lang, ang nararanasan ko sa lahat ng kamalasan at stress na inabot ko sa loob ng mahigit magpipitong linggong pagbalik ko mula sa bakasyon tungo sa lahat ng proyektong pasakit ng ulo. Medyo lumaki ang dissonance ng aking kakayanang mag-isi at magsulat lalo't nasanay yata akong nagtatala gamit ang laptop. Hindi ko na tuloy magagawa ang aking proyekto na mag-contribute sa mga posibleng maging Festschrift nina Fr. Luis David o ni Sir RR. At ano ang mas nagdusa? Ang aking pagsusulat. Daig pa ang kinahig ng manok. Sa isang banda, hindi na ko mahahassle ng mga humihiram ng tala pag lumiban sa klase at kailangan gumawa ng absence report. Sa kabilang banda... yun na nga. Hindi na ko makakatulong sa kaklase bilang mabuting kaibigan. Labo.

Dahil din dito siguro, lutang din akong parang signifier sa buhay ngayon. Hindi ko rin malaman ang identidad ko, papalit-palit ang nais ko ngayon sa buhay. Minsan iisipin ko maging Jesuita, at magagalit naman ang aking pamilya dahil ako nga naman ang pumilit sa kanilang suportahan ang aking layon mag-abugasya. Minsan (actually, hindi minsan, halos araw-araw) iisipin ko nang magbigti o magpatiwakal para takasan ang lahat ng punyetang responsibilidad na hindi marunong ilugar ang kanilang sarili nang hindi sabay-sabay. Ewan ko rin, nagtataka ako kung paano nga ba ako nakarating sa puntong ito na hindi marunong ng time management o organisasyon ng buhay (kahit sabi noon ang galing ko daw dito. Mukhang wrong perception nga). Minsan iisipin kong seryosohin ang panliligaw (o pagbigyan ang mga nagpapaparamdam [KAPAL LANG, HUNGHANG, PARANG MERON, ANG KAPAL LANG] sakin), pero iisipin ko rin, makakasira lang ako pareho ng buhay ko at nung babae. (Sa kabila ng kabaklaan ko sa katawan hindi ko pa feel magpakamujer).

Kaya siguro mas trip ko na lang ang magpakalat ng bulaklak sa mga kaibigan. Dahil sa totoo lang, parang cheap thrill na ang Valentines sakin sa mga ganitong pagkakataon. Para masabi na lang ba na may binigyan (o kung hindi man, para naman pagtibayin ang mga mabuting pagkakaibigan, sa seryosong paraan). Lalo na siguro, siya na dapat kong binigyan talaga ng isang pumpon ng pulang rosas ay hindi ko na yata talaga makakasalubong sa loob ng silid-aralan upang makasama at sana, mahalin. Taeng kamalasan. Naghahanap ka sa labas, hinahanap mo sa loob, e bakit kasi naghahanap kung ang pag-ibig talaga ay darating na lang basta? Exactly. Ang dahilan ko, BASTA. At sabi ni Roberto Guevara: "kapag dumating ka na sa puntong BASTA, pag-ibig na yan." Kaya anlabo. Kaya putang-ina. saka na nga lang kaya.

Mukhang te-take 2 ako ng guidance counseling. At sa dami din naman ng problema ng bansang ito, na tungkulin kong labanan at panindigan bilang mag-aaral ng politika at nagsusumikap maging tunay na aktibistang mamamayan, sana nga ganito lang kadali pagsabayin:



"Ako'y nangangarap na ika'y makasama
Taglay ang pangakong iingatan kita
Ang ganda mong nahubog sa piling ng masa
Hinding-hindi kukupas, di malalanta;
Gaya ng pag-ibig, na alay ko sinta..."




"Ako'y nagagalak at tayo'y nagkasama
Sa bawa't pangarap, sa piling ng masa
Magkahawak-kamay sa pakikidigma
Para sa isang lipunang malaya;
At isang pag-ibig, tunay at dakila..."

Para sa mga nag-iisa (at iniwan) at mga nangagarap magmahal, siguro isabuhay muna natin yung kagaguhang pantasya ng mga istoryador na hindi puwede magkaasawa si Rizal dahil "kasal siya sa bayan." Minsan, sabi nga ng mga pilosopo, kailangan pairalin ang kalokohang paniniwala sa TRANSCENDENSIA para magkaroon pa tayo ng romantisismong lumaban kahit wala nang pag-asa sa ilang pagkakataon.

Patuloy lang tayo magmahal.



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