Thoughts on Love, yes I am talking about LOVE
(I am writing this because I am done with my reflection paper for LITEPUB and I do not want to leave the library yet.)
This week, my group composed of Symba, Reno, and I (aka those who always sit in front) are assigned to report on Mario O'Hara's play entitled "Ang Palasyo ni Valentin" for our Philippine Masterpieces: Poetry and Drama (PHIMAST) class.
I will not give a detailed summary of the play (like what I did in class), nor will I discuss why our group does not consider it to be a masterpiece (partly because I cannot imitate how Reno managed to explain the reasons why it is not a masterpiece; and partly because it is not the point of my blog).
"Ang Palasyo ni Valentin" is a sarswela. It is a love story that tried its best to discuss the decline of theatre with the emergence of films and cinema, as well as giving a definition of what a real artist/actor is. Still, it remains to be a love story.
One of the things that caught my attention is the conversation between Carlota and Alfonso. (Forgive me, I would not be able to quote the exact lines of the two actors for I do not have the copy of the script with me as of the moment)
Carlota questions why a lover has to own someone he/she loves. To attempt to paraphrase what she said, it goes like this,
Bakit mo dapat angkinin ang taong mahal mo?
I bet you are familiar with the cliche: I am yours and you are mine (in Filipino, ako'y sa iyo at ikay akin).
I love that particular line (or perhaps the exchange of lines) between Carlota and Alfonso because it makes you ask, "why is it necessary to own the person you love?"
Isn't love about sharing, about sacrifice, about becoming one, and not having the other?
Why then should love (or the act of loving) be possessive?
I personally do not know how to answer to the question I just asked, so I will leave this blog for a while and hopefully people will answer (I hope, if there are some who actually views my blog).
This week, my group composed of Symba, Reno, and I (aka those who always sit in front) are assigned to report on Mario O'Hara's play entitled "Ang Palasyo ni Valentin" for our Philippine Masterpieces: Poetry and Drama (PHIMAST) class.
I will not give a detailed summary of the play (like what I did in class), nor will I discuss why our group does not consider it to be a masterpiece (partly because I cannot imitate how Reno managed to explain the reasons why it is not a masterpiece; and partly because it is not the point of my blog).
"Ang Palasyo ni Valentin" is a sarswela. It is a love story that tried its best to discuss the decline of theatre with the emergence of films and cinema, as well as giving a definition of what a real artist/actor is. Still, it remains to be a love story.
One of the things that caught my attention is the conversation between Carlota and Alfonso. (Forgive me, I would not be able to quote the exact lines of the two actors for I do not have the copy of the script with me as of the moment)
Carlota questions why a lover has to own someone he/she loves. To attempt to paraphrase what she said, it goes like this,
Bakit mo dapat angkinin ang taong mahal mo?
I bet you are familiar with the cliche: I am yours and you are mine (in Filipino, ako'y sa iyo at ikay akin).
I love that particular line (or perhaps the exchange of lines) between Carlota and Alfonso because it makes you ask, "why is it necessary to own the person you love?"
Isn't love about sharing, about sacrifice, about becoming one, and not having the other?
Why then should love (or the act of loving) be possessive?
I personally do not know how to answer to the question I just asked, so I will leave this blog for a while and hopefully people will answer (I hope, if there are some who actually views my blog).
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