Posts Tagged ‘Haruki Murakami’

Spoliarium

Abril 23, 2012

29 March 2004

Ikaw,

10:23 pm

Tarantado talaga yung taksi drayber kanina. Akalain mong nangongontrata? Ang lapit lang kaya ng Dasma! Hayop s’ya. Wag n’ya ‘kong gamitin kung gusto n’yang kumita ng ekstra.

Kilala mo ko. Ayoko ng nagpapagamit. Ayoko ng pinagmumukha akong tanga. Ayokong nakakahanap ng taong kaya akong utakan.

Alam mo bang “honor student” ako dati? Lagi nga kong may medal twing umaakyat ng stage eh.  Bilang ko yun lahat. Bente kwatro na ata. Science, Math, Essay Writing, Spelling… Lahat alam ‘ko. Nakwento ko na ata sa’yo ‘to eh.

Tapos lagi akong lider, lagi akong boss. Yung ako yung nasusunod? Walang kumukontra saken. Walang umuubra. Kahit titser bumabaluktot saken. Debatista yata ako. Pinakamahusay raw umargumento sabi nung trainer namin.

Tsaka alam mo magaling akong mag-gitara. Wala akong di kayang kapain na kanta. Di ba nga ‘yun yung dahilan kung bakit napasagot kita? Sabi mo ang galing kong kumanta. Pucha, maganda yung boses ko noon.

Tapos sabi mo gusto mong lagi kitang kinakantahan. Asan na nga ba yung gitara tsaka yung lumang CD? Di ko pa nalilimutan yung letra. Pati kords alam ko pa. Sabi mo nakakahawig ko si Ely Buendia tuwing hawak ko yung gitara.

Shet.

Korni pero kinikilig ako pag sinasabi mo yun.

Sobra.

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11:17

Dumilim ang paligid
May tumawag sa pangalan ko
Labing isang palapag
Tinanong kung okey lang ako
Sabay abot ng baso
May naghihintay
At bakit ba ‘pag nagsawa na ako
Biglang ayoko na

Swabe pa rin ang tunog ni Ely.  Hindi tunog lata.

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11:20

Masaya naman tayo, ‘di ba? Ang sabi ko nga sa’yo, hahanap agad ako ng trabaho ‘pag graduate naten. Sabay tayo di ba? Pangako naten yun eh. Tatlong taon na tayong gumagawa ng mga bagay ng magkasama.

Kaya nga nagtaka na lang ako nung nakikipag-kalas ka. Sabi mo pagod ka na? Bakit? Wala naman tayong problema ah? Wala kang binabanggit tapos bigla na lang na yon na? Nagulat ako syempre. Nasaktan. Biglaan eh.

Pero ‘di ako makasarili. Naintindihan naman kita. Sabi nila matalino ako. Magaling akong umintindi kaya dapat intindihin kita. Pinilit ko naman eh. Kahit mahirap. Kahit sobrang sakit.

Kaso pucha naman isang linggo pa lang.

Hawak kamay pa kayo sa kalsada. Siguro di mo ko nakita. Pero kitang-kita ko kayo eh. Alam mo bang ang sakit? Gusto ko sanang habulin ka. Kausapin. Saktan.

Kaso di ko nagawa. Kasi nakita kitang nakangiti.

Shet.

Di ka pa ngumiti ng ganoon sa tatlong taon tayong magkasama.

Naisip ko, pareho lang kayo nung taksi drayber.

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12:03

Ang totoo pinag-iisipan ko pa rin tong gagawin ko. Nag-iisa na lang si nanay eh. Grade 2 pa lang yung bunso namen. Alam mo yung pangako ko di ba? Sabi ko ako yung magpapaaral sa kanya. Tuwang-tuwa si gago. Mas matalino saken yun eh. Magpa-private school daw sya. Tapos magduduktor. Oo lang ako.

Si Nanay kakakausap ko lang kanina. Sabi nya masaya raw sya at gagraduate na tayo. Wag raw muna kong mag-asawa. Kung alam lang nya. Wala naman akong kinikwento eh. Kelangan nya raw ng katulong.

Pero mahal ako non.

Maiintindihan nya ko.

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12:34

Pinaikot ko ulit yung plaka. Bumanat na naman ng kanta si Ely. Pero alam mo huling jamming na namin to. Wala nang laman ang mga letra ng kanta. Hindi na uulet magkakaroon. Mamaya kaya pagkakita mo saken maaalala mo pang kahawig ko sya pag may bitbit akong gitara?

Sana.

12:35

     Ako

(DISCLAIMER: matindi pa ata ang hang-over ko kay Murakami napasulat tuloy ako nito. First attempt after 6 years ng di pagsusulat? Parang ganon na nga ata katagal. Tsaka matagal na rin akong di nakakagawa ng sulat. Uso na kasi ang text.At sorry sa mga medyo bad werds! Suri! :))
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Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Abril 22, 2012

Sex. Music. Booze. More sex. Death. Revolution. Hypocrisy. University life. More death.  Young love. 13-Year Old liars. Revolution. Past and Present Subjunctives. Lunch out. Writing letters. Skipping classes. The Beatles. Porn movies. Storm Trooper. Classic novels. Graphic. Erotic. Out of the box. Simple. Twisted. Mad world. Mad people. Past. Present. Real. Imagined. Life. Death again.

I don’t even know how to start a review of this novel so I just thought of typing words and phrases that pretty much sum up my first  Haruki Murakami  experience. I am not even sure if what I will be writing will pass as one.

Norwegian Wood  is all too new for me. I have definitely heard how a lot of people  praise Murakami’s works and Murakami’s ideas as a writer by reading about people’s reviews of his work. But I made it a point not to read the content of whatever Murakami novel they are reviewing or to focus so much on what they think of the story. I had wanted to experience reading his works first hand, with my mind devoid of other people’s thoughts on them. I read reviews just to make sure that I have sufficient background of what it will be like.

Turns out, one can never be completely prepared for Murakami’s unconventional ideas. Norwegian Wood is something like a privileged look at what is going through this man’s mind. It is not really his poetry or artistry you would admire. It’s the sickness of his ideas and the gravity of the impact it will create on you. You will love him and hate him at the same time for doing it. Anyone who has read Norwegian Wood would understand me if I say I had started to look at any 13-year old girl with suspicion now. Or how it would be difficult for me to look at reserved, shy 20-year old women and not think about how she is like when she’s alone with her boyfriend. I am betting Murakami will succeed in “polluting” your head with things you were afraid to imagine or have never even thought of. Whether you are ultra conservative or not is even beside the point.  His hard-to-believe ideas will linger in your head, initially with resistance, but after quite some time, you would be swayed to believing every single thought.

I finished Norwegian Wood after several attempts, probably on my third one. The first time I did read it, I made it until the first or second chapter, then I fell asleep. Weeks after, I tried it a second time and realized I had to reread the first two chapters again. So I did. This time I made it until Chapter 3. Then I seemed to lose interest and decided I’d put it aside first, go back to reading a young adult series, before I return to it. I finished the said series, but I never got back to Norwegian Wood and it lay dusty on my bed for two more weeks. Then last night, I finally found the urge to pick it up. I started rereading everything after dinner, and I stopped at  3 am, reserving the last few pages when I wake up.  I woke up at 10:00, and was done with the book 30 minutes after. It’s funny how I did not find it engaging at first, only to realize after how an interesting masterpiece it is.

I don’t think I should talk about the story. It’s but another love story, yet it’s something more. How sometimes in love you’re afraid to let go of two things at the same time when you’re obliged to make a decision sooner or later. Then it’s also a coming-of-age book. It’s full of inner conflicts, unresolved issues, and crazy ideas. You’d suspect it’s allegorical at some point then one minute you’re no longer sure if the writer just means what he says.

I have two more Murakami books on my book shelf. They’ve been untouched for a month or so. I wonder how my second Murakami experience will be.