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January 6, 2005
#018: This Is Why I Write Here
< this is a response to something... >
I'm not a writer: I'm just one of those people who happen to have an opinion about something no matter how stupid it is or if anyone cares to listen to what I think. Writing is just one avenue for it. I can do well just talking about it or keeping my opinions to myself, but I choose to write about it. This is a free country, and I have the right to do what I want, as long as those rights are not detrimental to the general health and safety of those around me.
The right to free expression is something we all invoke. This is a free country, and we're free to voice out what we think regardless of our intentions, regardless of our motives, and regardless of what people say about it. Democracy, no, freedom, revolves around debate and discourse. Anything other than that is pure B.S.
Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too. - Voltaire
Why did I go at such lengths to do this? Read this:
kasi ang pagsulat ay pagsilbi. ilan na ba ang nababasa kong mga
tula, sanaysay o lyrics (lalu na yung sa *toot*) na pawang
makasarili?? oo, malupit ang mundo. nakakagago ang pag ibig at
madalas natatarantado tayo.
pero [invective], ilan sa mga manunulat ngayoon ang nagsusulat sa
mga bagay na DAPAT ay sinusulat??? ilan ang nagsusulat para magng
boses ng masang inaapi? ilang ang nagsusulat para sa mga
manggagawang binabarat ang sweldo? ilang ang nagsusulat para sa mga
nagpuputa??? ilang ang nagsusulat para sa biktima ng pasismo?? ILAN??
K-A-U-N-T-I.
at kung ang pagiging "writer" ay nakabase sa ganda o angas ng istilo
ng sanaysay o tula.. di bale na lang.
friendster post, dated jan. 6, 2005
Now read on.
The idea of "dapat na isulat" is irritating to me in the sense that there is no imperative when it comes to writing, except the imperative to exercise one's right to free expression. Writing may conjure up different meanings to people, but that, in itself, is the essence of our freedom.
Whatever crushes individuality is despotism. Whatever destroys expression is censorship. And censorship, my friends, is not just practiced by those in power, but those who are subjected to power. And if there's anything I am against it is the destruction of the rights of the individual to free expression.
When a person chooses his/her avenue to express his/her sentiments or opinions, he/she should not be bound and barred from it by the chains of that which distort meaning: ideology, dogma, propaganda, and all that. Our freedom to say what we want is only limited by the freedom of other people to say what they want, in whatever language or method they so desire, and as long as the free flow of information is not impeded by anything, we can truly say that we are free.
The reason why I can shoot my mouth off here, for whatever reason, regardless of topic or intention, is granted not by style or vocabulary but because this is what freedom is all about. It is at the height of cultural, political and social arrogance to say that there are only a few things in the world worth talking about, and God forbid, writing about. The surest sign of the decay of our individuality and collective consciousness, ladies and gentlemen, is if and when we talk about the same things and express the same opinions. Collective consciousness is destroyed, because consciousness is best manifested by the ability of society to engage in public discourse.
Ang tunay na diwa ng mapagpalayang kaisipan sa malayang pagpapahayag ng opinyon at sentimyento, ito man ay sa sarili o sa lipunan, ay natutupad at naisabubuhay lamang kung ang kalayaang ito ay umuusbong at naisasadiwa.
Hindi kinakaila o kinakalimutan ang layunin na maging mulat sa katotohanan, ngunit hindi sapat ang pagiging mulat. Ang katarata ng distorsyon ay hindi matatanggal hanggat mahahangad natin ang boses ng bawat panig ng lipunan. Kahit ang nang-aapi, kahit ang siyang ating itinuturing na kaaway, ay may masasabi at hindi natin karapatang hadlangin ito. Walang taong nakahahadlang sa ating sinasabi, o sa ating sasabihin, ngunit nasa tao na kung pipiliin niyang makinig o hindi.
Ang kamatayan ng ating ipinaglalaban, at ang kamatayan ng ating lipunan mismo, ay nagsisimula at natatapos sa paghadlang at pagpigil sa karapatan ng kahit isang indibidwal na sabihin ang kanyang naiisip o nararamdaman. Ang pagsisilbi sa lipunan ay nakatuntong at nakatuon sa indibidwal, at hindi sa dikta ng isa o ng nakararami. Na ang hangad upang palayain ang nakalalaking bahagi ng naapi at inaaping lipunan ay nag-uugat sa desisyon ng isang indibidwal na tanungin sa kanyang sarili:
"May gusto ba akong sabihin? May gusto ba akong gawin? May kailangan ba akong sabihin? May kailangan ba akong gawin?"
Walang tama, walang mali. Ngunit ang tunay na esensya ng demokrasya at kalayaan ay umiikot hindi sa mga kasagutan sa mga tanong na ito ngunit sa kasagutan sa tanong na ito:
"Puwede ba tayong mag-usap?"
Ang malayang pag-iisip sa at malayang pagpapahayag ng opinyon at sentimyento ay hindi ang hangganan ng ating pangunahing karapatan. Kung ang pag-iisip at pagpapahayag ay tulad ng alon sa dagat, tulad ng banayad na hangin, na hindi nahahadlang at nakukulong sa konsepto ng "dapat:" ito ang tunay na diwa ng kalayaan.
Magpakalaya.
Posted at Thursday, January 06, 2005 by marocharim
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