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2009
03.27
Tags: Buddha, Christ, Herman Hesse, Nietzsche
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I’ve been trying to examine my understanding/misunderstanding of the place of eros/desire” in Buddhism and Western philosophy. Re-read Plato’s “Symposium.” (Will had “Phaedrus.” Also the “Dhamappada.”)
Yes, it’s true. I got my understanding of Buddhism mainly through Western interpreters. Jacques Maritain’s “Introduction to Philosophy,” if I remember correctly, makes a distinction between Hinduism and Buddhism that’s quite striking. He says that while 11Hinduism saw INDIVIDUAL EXISTENCE as evil, Buddhism saw EXISTENCE ITSELF all Hindus meant the return to Brahman. (The world is maya/illusion.) The Buddhist Nirvana, on the other hand, is the “cessation of life,” which meant the “cessation of desire.”
In “The Birth of Tragedy,” Nietzsche tells this story about a man who confronts the laughing Silenus about the secret of life. Silenus tells the inquirer, “Do you really want to know? … Here it is: It were better for you not to have been born. And the next best thing? To die early.”
Nietzsche acknowledges the pessimist Schopenhauer as a major influence to his o thinking. Always the onfused mind, I may have mixed all these stuff in my head.
But it’s still quite true that “eros/desire” in both Christianity and Buddhism has been, so to say, problematized. The tradition of Christianity has a wealth of discourses on the dangers posed by desire and has probably more than a number within its tradition whose solution to the problem is to extinguish it, cut it off. The Buddhist notion of detachment/equanimity appears to be quite similar to Stoicism, a kind of indifference to life’s vicissitudes. And the way I see it, this detachment/indifference can only be attained through the weakening of eros/desire.
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2009
03.09
Tags: NU107
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Excerpts from “When Fish Talk: A Retrospective” by Pancho Vera Lapuz (in NU107 Rock Awards X Mag):
“… The only thing that doesn’t change is change. Less than a month ago, scientists discovered a black hole in space that emits a tone in the key of B flat. In the key of C, that is the minor 7th note, which could make the C scale Dominant, or Blues, or it could be a chromatic passing tone, Jazz, on its way up to the Major, down to the diminished, or through to the melodic minor. It could even be in its own scale of B flat, indifferent, arrhythmic. No mention of rhythm, just tone. It takes both tone and rhythm to make music, in the standard sense. Maybe tone is all it provides, and it’s up to us to provide beat, time, signature, and meter, up to us to offer the pulse to the eternal dance. Why do we hear it? Why does it move us? Contemporaneous to that, in our lifetime, the planet Mars is the closest it will ever be in orbit to the planet Earth, not in another multibillion million ice ages will it ever be that close again. Furthermore, scientists have also recently spotted an asteroid headed directly toward us, how big is it? How big does it have to be? … That’s the trident visible on our horizon: the black hole in B flat, that’s 1, Mars as close as it will ever get, that’s 2, and the asteroid, headed in our direction makes 3. Self-preservation is the main idea, you’ve got to pick up every stitch, pickle our planet and save it, save ourselves, for the eternal quest ahead, peace on earth, goodwill towards men, survival of the fittest, in search of the dominant gene, the eternal treadmill, the journey, the groove, and the run of things.
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2009
02.01
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reposting… Showing uli: Feb. 6,7,8.13,14,15 8pm, Feb. 7,8,14,15 3pm, Tanghalang Aurelio Tolentino (CCP Little Theater)
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Winner! Ang Lola Mo! (Ang Kagila-gilalas na Sugo na si Zsazsa Zaturnnah)
ni Michael Ian Lomongo
Ano pa ba’ng masasabi ko sa “Zsazsa Zaturnnah ze Muzikal” ng Tanghalang Pilipino kundi pawang papuri?
Gustung-gusto ko ang musika at ang mga nagsiganap; punung-puno sila ng puso. Jologs na produksyon, low-tech. Walang kagila-gilalas sa mga “special effect” nito. Ngunit kamangha-mangha at nag-uumapaw sa puso, imahinasyon, at pagkamalikhain ang buong produksyon. Pasasalamat at papuri sa may-akda (Carlo Vergara), tagapagsalin sa dula (Chris Martinez), direktor (Chris Millado), kompositor (Vince de Jesus), at sa mga aktor (Eula Valdes, Arnold Reyes, Lauren Novero, Kalila Aguilos, Wilma Doesnt, Vincent de Jesus, Tuxqs Rutaquio, Ricci Chan, Joey Paras, Nar Cabico, et al.).
Nakakaaliw panoorin. Hindi sayang ang panahon at perang gugugulin mo sa panonood nito. Ngunit sa pagtatapos ng tawanan ay ang paghahanap ng kahulugan. Kung kaya pagtutuunan ko ng pansin ang isang tanong na sa palagay ko’y ibinabato sa atin ng kwento ni Zsazsa Zaturnnah:
Paano ba maging isang superhero o kaya’y bayani?
Saan nagmumula ang mga pangyayari upang ang isang tao ay maging bayani? Likas ba ito sa kalooban ng isang tao, o aksidenteng lumalabas ayon sa mga pagkakataon? Galing sa loob o sa labas? Basal (native) ba ito o dayuhan?
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2009
01.17
Tags: Art, Buddha, Buddhism, Hume, Love, Nietzsche, Philosophy, Power, religion, spirituality, Writing
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reposting… november, 2003.
best regards,
ian
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Nietzsche, Hume and the Buddha
When I first heard of Nietzsche, it was in association with Hitler and the Nazis. I simply dismissed him as a rabid, power-hungry maniac who probably had an unhappy childhood. A classmate in college wrote a paper on this Nietzsche guy and I was silently chuckling on the thought that a comic book idea (“superman”) can be the subject of a scholarly paper.
But when I did get to read him (years later), I was simply won over by this crazy guy! He says provocative things that, when thought about, actually make sense. He’s probably among the few philosophers who doesn’t come across as an insipid intellectual. He’s got style, lots of it. He doesn’t say things just for effect (although sometimes it feels like that). He’s an artist, an artist-philosopher. He’s very passionate and his sincerity comes across. He also has a weird sense of humor. Indeed, he writes with his blood. Indeed, he’s a dynamite.
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2009
01.10
Tags: Art, Life, Love, monologue, Music, songs
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Para Mama, Para Nga!!!
(isang monologo para sa bagong taon)
alay sa mga bwakanang files ko na nabura noong bisperas ng bwakanang bagong taon…
ni Body Dancer
Sampung taon na ang nakararaan ng una akong mag-odisyon para maging scholar ng Tanghalang Pilipino Actors’ Company. Mula sa mahigit limampung ininterbyu bago mag-odisyon, naiwan kaming kulang-kulang 20. Tatlong araw yung odisyon. Bawa’t araw, nababawasan kami. Matira matibay. Survival of the fittest. Darwinian natural selection. Selecta. Choose your own adventure.
Umabot ako sa pangatlong araw.
But ultimately failed to make the grade.
Almost made it. But didn’t.
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2008
08.02
Tags: Evil, Filipino Komiks, Nietzsche, Women
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Felix (d) Culpa (Cat)!
O Felix culpa! (“O Happy Fault!”) – St. Augustine
1. I love filipino komiks! I used to read Wakasan, Aliwan, Tagalog Klasiks, Superstar, Pilipino, and others whose names I forget at the moment. Of course, there was also Liwayway… =)
2. Myth is greater than fact. Fact is just, well, a fact. Boring.
3. That women are considered evil by men is just the fear/fascination they have for mystery/strangeness/otherness. What is strange/other is conveniently reduced to “evil.” But these are the “little men,” the “last men.”
4. As for me, I love women. Ergo, I love evil! Mwahahaha! Nietzsche: “What if truth were a woman?” Then the metaphysicians of old would grow weak and discouraged, their monolithic dick-truth going flabby and limping, sad… But not only is truth a woman (read: truth is a lie), life itself is woman!
felicitous and culpable,
ian
2008
07.24
Tags: Acting, Actors, Art, Bangungot, Death, Filipinos, Kafka, Life, Ramon Jose Leyran, Tanghalang Pilipino, Theater
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isang eulohiya para kay Ramon Jose Leyran, sinulat noong Octubre 10, 2003.
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Lamay: Pakikiramay, Buhay, Kamatayan
ni Michael Ian Lomongo
Kung di ako nagkakamali, nabuo raw ni Wency Cornejo ang kantang “Habang May Buhay” sa isang lamay. Kakaiba nga ang lamay ng mga pinoy: sa mga probinsiya, may pasugal (madyong, baraha, trembe), may inuman pa sa iba, may mga laro (juego de prenda), may kantahan, kwentuhan, tugtugan, may pakain din (kape, tinapay, biskwit, sopas, kendi, atbp.). Para ngang lagi tayong naghahanap ng dahilan para magkaroon ng selebrasyon.
Minsan, meron akong kababata at kaklase sa elementaryang namatay. Malalaki na kami nang maaksidente si Rhey sa motorsiklo. Natural, nagkita-kita sa lamay ang mga dating magkakaklaseng bihira nang magkasama-sama. Meron din kaming kaklaseng nasa ibang bansa noon. Tumawag siya (si Elna) sa telepono at nakibalita sa isa sa amin, at ang sabi niya: “Magkakasama kayo d’yan? E ‘di ang saya-saya n’yo!”
Hindi na siguro kakatwang makakita ng mga taong tumatawa habang tumutulo ang luha sa mga lamay. May lungkot dahil sa pangungulila sa isang kasama o kaibigang hindi na makakahuntahan o makakabiruan. May saya dahil may pasasalamat sa magagandang ala-alang pinagsaluhan ng magkakaibigan.
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2008
05.29
Tags: Art, Balinguynguy, Ian Lomongo, Life, One Sorry Horse, Painting, Philosophy, Taka
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One Sorry Horse, a.k.a. Balinguyngoy
Artist’s Statement for ONE SORRY HORSE
How does one incorporate the mistakes of one’s life into the very essence of who and what one is? How does one transform the accidentals of one’s life into what is essential?
I first wanted to present the idea of a holy horse, not in a satirical manner, nor through the presentation of purity (as in a white horse). Besides, the idea of a “virginal horse” seems to be a contradiction in terms. Instead, I wanted to convey the idea of a holy compassion that one gains by plodding through the dirty dust and murky waters of life. (Think of Milarepa and St. Augustine of Hippo.)
But in the process of discovering how to present this visually through the taka, I made a lot of serious mistakes. I didn’t know what to make of these accidents until I thought of making this bewilderment the very point of the exercise. The remorse I felt for not reining in my instincts was brought into the work, and deliberate “accidents” (dismembered ears and tail) were added to the accidental mistakes (splotches of paint originally intended to dirty the holy horse) to signify the loving acceptance of one’s fate.
Balinguynguy, as friends fondly call it, was born out of a mistake.
And I wouldn’t want it to be otherwise.
best regards,
ian
2008
05.25
Tags: Authenticity, Books, Buddhism, Illusion, Masks, Movies, Philosophy, spirituality
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Mwahahahaha! Just had to let the cosmic laughter resonate, no, reverberate in my body…
Everything is grace! Even when shit happens… Divine piss, holy shit!
I have always been wary of spirituality/religiosity that denied/denigrated the body. Non summus angeli! (We’re no angels!)
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