FIND them. Fix them. Finish them. F—k them… that’s infantry tack. On a subliminal level, infantry writing grabs a reader between the ears and the thighs with a slant that engages the basic human instincts, ah, (1) feeding, (2) fighting, (3) fleeing, and (4) whatever F word that becomes flesh in emission testing centers occupied for a short time by a couple. Higit sandosenang kabataan ang nakinig sa ‘kin… nagsimula akong pumutak ikasiyam ng umaga… tanghalian na nang mairaos ang salsal-salin-aralin… mainam ang kinalabasan, pulos nanlalagkit na naman ang pukol ng tingin ng mga tinuruan. Kasunod ang kainan… tanghalian na kasi… binayaran ako ng kung ilang libong piso lang sa ganoong panayam… inimbita kasi ‘kong magsalita ng isang kaibigang opisyal sa Army… so I indulged them, left most of them in stitches… and had they given me more time, I would likely have left some of them without a stitch on and done with my liberties. (‘Yung kalapit-bahay na gunggong, pumuputak ‘yon buong maghapon at ...
Prizewinning Filipino writer's musings, written in English and Tagalog-based Filipino.