Sila ay mga paganismo
Ang paganismo ay Ang taong Walang religion dahil walang religion Ang mga Pilipino noon.
mythology and folklore are windows on our cultural souls, just as our respective technologies are. Anything that we create and perpetuate presents a connection, both intellectual and visceral, to our origins and our sense of identity and purpose. Our architecture, our transportation, our stories, our foods all give us a link to our past and purpose, and a vital context within which to place our present and future. I would pose that there is NO effort to try to homogenize the human experience but would propose that there is continuing value to a broader understanding and engagement of all human culture and experience.
One of the best ways to accomplish this is through a study and understanding of myth and folklore, as Joseph Campbell clearly established. His work was the definitive work on gathering, cataloging, and understanding the underlying sensibilities of human mythology and folklore. As we continue to evolve as a species, we will continue to need our mythology and our folklore. What may be more difficult but is just as important today as at anytime in the past, is that we have a "story" of OUR time, that chronicles OUR hero's journey. That will only be effective if it reflect the journeys of the heroes before us - the myths and the folklore.
To quote from the movie "13th Warrior" -
Buliwyf: A man might be thought wealthy if someone were to draw the story of his deeds, that they may be remembered.
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Such a man might be thought wealthy indeed.
Explanation:the poem i wait for you
is about him waiting for his
hyperbole: "ready to leap at you
from every corner" he is not
literally going to leap at her
from every corner
Close all open things, Lord.
Open all closed things.
All those who have long received, let them give.
All those who have long given, let them receive.
All those too long apart, let them come together.
All those too long together, sunder them.
Let the wise be fools for once, Lord,
And let the fools speak their minds.
Affirm the long-denied, Lord.
Fulfill the unfulfilled.
I wait for you
ready to leap at you
from every corner
at every turn
gathered to spring at you
from the shadow
of every tree
this is an ambush
but I am not the assassin
I wait, not with a knife,
but love, heavy, dripping in my hands.
6.he was a Filipino writer, poet, essayist, critic, journalist and teacher.
7.the University of the Philippines conferred upon Arcellana a doctorate in humane letters, honoris causa. Francisco Arcellana was proclaimed National Artist of the Philippines in Literature on 23, 1990.
Thank you for listening
I wait for you
Zacarias Eugene Francisco Quino Arcellana or in short francisco ¨franz¨ arcellana.
He was born on September 6, 1916 and died on August 1, 2002.
he grew up in santa cruz ncr.
He is the fourth of 18 children of Jose Arcellana y. Cabaneiro and Epifanio Quino.
marriage and children is unknown.
he went on a public school in tondo,manila.
he went to the university of the phillipines and graduated as a batchelor of philosophy in degree.
he was buried in a graveyard dedicated for people who were well known,the palce was called grave of heroes or in tagalog libingan ng mga bayani.
1.Some of his works have been translated into Tagalog, Malaysian, Italian, German and Russian, and many have been anthologized.
2.Under a Rockefeller Foundation grant he became a fellow in creative writing, 1956- 1957, at the University of Iowa and Breadloaf Writers' Conference.
3.He was manager of the International News Service.
4.He is considered an important progenitor of the modern Filipino short story in English.
5.In 2009, or seven years after his death, his family came out with a book to pay tribute to National Artist for Literature Arcellana, The book entitled "Franz" is a collection of essays gathered by the Arcellana family from colleagues, friends, students and family members.
the poem prayer is about his
faith in god
repetition: he wrote all those 4 times
personification: "let the fools speak
there minds" the brain cant talk on its own