Download 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World and more Schemes and Mind Maps Literature in PDF only on Docsity! 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World Activity Sheets (First Quarter) Department of Education June 2016 Lesson 1: Poetry 1 Lesson 1: Poetry 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World Grade 11 Week Four (EN12Lit-Ia-21) Overview This lesson examines the elements of poetry by looking at an example of Filipino regional poetry. Objectives Identify the geographic, linguistic and ethnic dimensions of Philippine literary history from pre-colonial to modern. Appreciate the application of imagery in the text provided, paying particular attention to the regional origins of the poem. Respond critically to the poem and articulate this response through a presentation that showcases regional culture. Activities Students will be grouped into 3-4 members and will be asked to discuss about the picture of Mayon Volcano that the teacher presented to the class. What do you think about Mayon Volcano? Why do you think people love this tourist destination? Have you seen Mount Mayon up close? If yes, how did you react when you saw it for the first time? Can other events have the same effect on us as a volcanic eruption? Name some. Adaptations Read the poem: MAYON by Kristian Sendon Cordero (Camarines Sur) Translated from the Bikol by the author Evaluation 1. Prepare a grid on the board. Divide the class into 4 groups then ask each group to: a) Explain a particular stanza b) Identify the various images in the poem c) Brainstorm on how the poem Mayon can be interpreted literally and figuratively d) Write a short critique of the poem focusing on how the images in the poem present the experience of viewing Mount Mayon 2. Research into an aspect of four different region’s culture and present it to the class via a five-minute audio visual presentation that may be recorded or on print. Materials : Poem MAYON Kristian Sendon Cordero Camarines Sur Ayon sa alamat, lason ng pana ni Pagtuga, Ang lumikha sa bulkan – libingan ito Ng dalagang namatay sa isang digmaan. Ngayon, ano ang tutubo sa paanan ng Mayon Gayong nagiging malawak na itong sementeryo Ng abo, ng tao. Manganganak na kaya ito? Tinitigan ko ang nakangangang bulkan – binalot Ng ulap at ng sariling usok ang tuktok, gatas sa labi. Baka sakali, magpakita, nang may silbi ang kamera. Sa ilang retrato na ibinebenta ng mga bata sa Cagsawa Lusaw na tae ang nagliliyab na lava, dumadaloy pababa. Matandang nag-nganganga ayon naman sa isang makata. Sa isang lumang postcard na nakita ko sa Antigo Merkado— Kapag sa malayo, isa siyang magandang sikyung nakatanod, Handa sa pagkapkap, naghihintay sa iyong pagpasok. Lesson 3: Essay 3 Lesson 3: Essay 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World Grade 11 Week Six (EN12Lit-Ic-23) Overview This lesson examines the essay and how its techniques response to a particular content. Objectives Value the contributions of local writers to the development of regional literary traditions. Identify how tone is related to literary style and how both help create a unique meaning in the essay. Respond critically to the essay and consequently articulate this response through a five minutes skit reenacting the aftermath of the Mt. Pinatubo eruption. Adaptations Read the essay: HOME OF THE ASHFALL by John Jack Wigley (Pampanga) Evaluation Students will: Present a five minutes skit that will reenact one of the scenes in the essay. Look into the aftermath of the Pinatubo eruption and what happened to the people who were affected by the disaster. After the five minutes skit: Explain how Filipinos deal with adversity Discuss how you would react if you were faced by a similar situation The author utilized Kapampangan language in some of the dialogues in the essay. List down three possible reasons and effects that this technique made. In a grid, list down 5 parts of the essay that sounds humorous. Explain why that particular part seems to be funny. Cite incidents how the writer displayed qualities of honesty and openness in his essay Materials : Essay HOME OF THE ASHFALL John Jack Wigley Pampanga Activities Divide the class into 5 groups, each group will be given a copy of the essay. Each group will do a round robin reading method of the essay. Each group would have to prepare their answers to: a) The main ideas in the essay b) Give 5 incidents in the essay and identify the tone that the speaker has in narrating each incident. c) Explain the style of the writer by describing how the writer used words and sentences to deliver his message and commenting on the use of anecdotes in the essay. d) Explain the significance and choice of the author to have an introduction that began with startling statistics followed by a brief description of the Mt. Pinatubo eruption. Lesson 4: Short Story 4 Lesson 4: Short Story 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World Grade 11 Week Seven (EN12Lit-Ic-24) Overview This lesson recognizes the use of fiction and of fictional techniques in appreciating regional literature. Objectives Appreciate the contributions of the canonical Filipino writers to the development of national literature. Relate how plot and plot devices help create the reading experience in works of fiction. Respond critically to the story and articulate this response through a written blog, an audio-visual presentation or a voice recording. Adaptations Read the essay: VOICE TAPE by Ariel S. Tabag (Cagayan) Evaluation Students will: Write the meaning of plot, exposition, complication, rising action, climax and denoument. Make a character sketch of the following: a) Dante b) Angkel Ato c) Nanang d) Angkel Ato’s Wife Identify the prediction that they made in the story that eventually did not happen. Write the instances when the author built up tension in the story. In groups of 3-4 members, come up with an audio visual presentation, a blog or a voice recording to answer the question: “ Can we say that the story ‘Voice Tape’ is a realistic story?” What details would you give to support your answer? Does the story have to be realistic for it to be able to present a believable human experience? Materials : SHORT STORY VOICE TAPE Ariel S. Tabag Cagayan Activities Ask the students to gather pictures of their OFW family members or relatives. Tell them to create a montage and present it in class. In groups of 3-4 ask the students to come up with one group answer for the following questions: a) Are the economic benefits of having an OFW family member worth the hardship of being separated from them for extended periods of time? b) If you grew up in a household with an OFW family member, who was the chosen relative who shaped your childhood years? c) What important values did you learn from the relative who raise you? d) What aspect of your life reflects his or her influence? Expound on your answer. Lesson 5: Essay 5 Lesson 5: Essay 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World Grade 11 Week Eight (EN12-Lit-Id-25) Overview This lesson notes the differences between the 21st century essay and earlier forms of the same genre. Objectives Compare and contrast the various 21st century literary genres from those of earlier periods, citing their elements, structures and traditions. Contrast the said elements and conventions with Philippine essays from earlier periods. Adaptations Read the essay: FIVE BROTHERS, ONE MOTHER from ‘Many Mansions’ by Exie Abola (Manila) Evaluation Students will post a blog or on their FB wall an answer to: a) What defines home to you? b) If you need to leave where you were staying now, what would you do to make yourself at home? c) How do you see your home thirty years from now? Materials : ESSAY FIVE BROTHERS, ONE MOTHER from ‘Many Mansions Exie Abola Manila Activities a) Think – pair – share on the description of the kind of house that you have. b) Share about four things that you love about your home. c) What does the advent of social media like facebook and tweeter mean to our concept of being ‘at home’? d) OFW’s are often separated from family members geographically, how can this affect how we view ‘home’? e) How does Abola’s essay dramatize the saying “home is where the heart is” 8 kapatid din ni Nanang at sinundan ni Angkel Ceferinc. Mabait kasi si Angkel Mulong dahil kung manghuhuli siya ng isda sa Calacungan, nag‐iiwan siya ng gustong gusto kong sugpo na sinlaki ng hinlalaki ng paa—at samaral na sinlaki ng palad ni Tatang. Pero nagulat akopagkarating ni Nanang sa may umpukan, kaagad siyang umiyak ng pasigaw. Inaawat nila dahil sobra ang kanyang pagwawala. Wala akong ibang naintindihan sa mga isinisigaw niya kundiang magkakasunod na “Diyos ko po! Diyos ko po!” Nanghilakbot ako. Nagtayuan ang mga balahibo ko. Siguradong hindi si Boying ang nabangga‐‐‐ higanon ang magging asta ni Nanang kung ang kaibigan ko dahil malayong pamangkin na siya ng nanay ko. E sino? Si Tatang kaya? Pero alam kong hindi, dahil sa mga ganoong oras na malambot pa ang sikat ng araw, katatapos lamang dalhin sa ilog ang kalabaw niya; at hindi dadaan sa national highway dahil naibenta niya ang kaisa‐isang bisikleta niya at ipinambayad sa klinika at sa mga gamot ni Nanang na nakaapak ng bubog noong hinahabol nya ang inahin na kinatay namin noong kaarawan ni Tatangna ginawa nilang araw ng pag‐aalala sa mga kaluluwa ng mga namatay naming mahal sa buhay. Hindi rin naman ang mga kapatid ko dahil nasa silangan ang elementaryang pinapasukan nila sa Grade Six at Grade One. Nagtaka ko kung sino dahilganoon na lamang magwala si Nanang. At para akong nakasagi ng espiritu dahil napakaliwanag sa aking pandinig ang tila nagmula sa ilalim ng lupang pangahoy ni Nanang: “Kapatid ko! Ato! Kapatid ko! Ato!” Kahit noong nailibing na si Angkel Ato, madalas akong nahihintakutan kung maaalala ko ang malagim na pag iyak ni Nanang. Mag‐aalas dos nang magparada ang karo ng punenarya sa rough road ng barangay sa harapan ng lote ng mag‐anak nina Nanangna nasa gitna sa pook ng mga Palor. Sotelo nag apelyido ng ama nina Nanang na magmula sa Sto. Domingo, Ilocos Sur, at nakapag asawang galing sa angkan ng mga Palor ng Villa. Halo‐halong mga iyak ang naghatid sa makislap na puting kabaong ni Angkel Ato sa sala ng bahay nila. Subalit mas lumutang na naman ang pag‐ iyak ni Nanang at inawat pa ni Tatang dahil hinihila na ng bakuran nina Angkel Ato, sa ililim ng matandang mangga. Agad ding pinatabi muna ni Angkel Mulong ang mga nakapalibot sa tatlong mesa na naglalaro ng tong‐its at pusoy dos. Nauna pa nga sila kaysa sa bangkay (Hanggang ngayon pugad ng mga mahihilig maglaro ng baraha ang baryo namin.) “Saka na ‘yan atupagin pag naiayos na!” medyo mabigat ang tenor ng boses ni Angkel Mulong nang di kaagad tumabi ang mga kalalakihang nagsusugal na di ko alam kung taga saan. Di ko noon maintindihan na pagkatapos maiakyat ang kabaong, at pagkatapos makipag‐usap ang mga taga‐punenarya kay Nanang, kaagad din nilang binuksan ang kabaong, tinakpan ng puting kumot saka hinango ang bangkay. I saw farther down the riverbank that people were lining up to cross the river by stepping on coconut trunks and wooden poles attached from one end to the other. The gaunt shirtless bot who was juggling coins and walking to and fro shouted. “Pesus mu. Deng bisang lumakad papunta Angeles, keni na kayo bang ali la mabasa deng bitis yu. For one peso, take this trail and your feet wo’t get wet in the river”. I was about to fall in line but i realized that there as a long queue of people already as far as the bend , waiting for their turn to get actions the river. It would take me forever to get to other side if I fall in line, I thought. I talked to the person behind me. “Malalam ya pu ing daanum. Is the water deep?” “Tabalu. Bala mu, malalam pin. I don;t know. It’s deep. I guess,” the immediately rejoined. “Lawen me itang tau angga ne keng atyan na. Look at the guy crossing. The water’s up to his tummy,” he said, pointing to the man. It was deep, I contempalted. I didn’t want to take the risk of getting my clothes wet. I was also thinking that perhaps the water that flowed down 9 the river was contaminated because of the volcanic ash and the sulfuric content of the water. Just the i saw about four barkers holding wooden chairs, inviting people to cross the river on these chairs. They explained that people would be sitting on the chair and thr barkers themselves woul carry the chair to the other side for a fee of ten pesos. Despite the horrible sight before me, I forced a smile I was thinking about how indestructible humans are. These people were still struggling to live even if catastrophes like thypoons and volcanic eruptions had truck. Catastrphes constantly plagued their lives. I felt deep admiration for them. One barker thought my smie was an indication that I wanted to ride in the chair. “Bisa kang sake. Would you like to take a ride?” he asked. I was meaning to say no but I was speechless, still talking everything in. Besides, I wanted to see my family. I nooded my head. “Koya, padagdag naku mu keka ne. Kasi lupa kang mabayat. I’ll charge you extra. You look heavy” the barker smiled fully; revealing he had no teeth. For a moment, i wanted to pull his hair and drown his head in the river. This impertinent one. I thought. He had to subtly insult my chubby body. But I surmised that he meant well. It was not going to be easy carrying me to the other side of the river. I just simply agreed. I sat on the chair ad put the bag on my lap. The barker clasped an improvised rope seatbelt from one and tp the other. Yeah, like I would experience a terrible accident by forgetting to use this seatbelt, I thought sarcastically. Just hold the chair’s handles, sir it’s good that you came this early. Potang gatganapun, ali tana makapunta karin uling malalam ne ing danum. Later in the afternoon, we won’t be able to cross because of the deep water,” the barker enthusiastically said. As he started lifting the chair, I felt that i was sliding down. The fabric of my pants was slippery “Sagull, Kala‐kalale. Wait, carefull Mananabu ku! I’m falling,” I cried. The barker haited for a second tand adjusted me weight on his arms. I wiggle momentarily and after a while, I instructed him to carry on. He looked at me and then smiled blissgully. First, it was my body weight. Then I sensed that he was mocking me because he thought iI was a sissy. I turned back to the other barkers, and they were all carrying passengers, all of whom were women. One was carrying an older woman with cane. I saw the men and they were braving the river. Oh dear, now all these barkers would regard me as the only man in the Abacan river who did not want to get his feet wet. Why hadn’t I decided earlyon to just cross the river? Now, I felt guilty that I had to subject this cadaver‐looking barker to such pain and suffering by carrying me, the queen all of my 160‐ pound royalty for a measly 15pesos. I shock my head of all this guilt away. Well, too bad, I thought I had the money which you hadn’t, Sorry. Even in ancient times, slaves laboriously carried their obese masters. History repeats itself, I tried to reason out in my thoughts. When we got to the middle of the river, I closed my eyes, not because I was afraid of the water , but because I was worried that the barker wouldn’t be able to cross it, with me as his burden. The water was already knee‐deep. He wasn’t even wearing any footwear . What if he slid doen because he sttepped on a rock or a hole under the water? But he was very much focused. His steps were show but cautious. I wanted to talk to him so that my mind would be distracted from worrying , but i felt that he needed full concentration to get us through. I just held on the hand rest of the chair. I imagined that poor people have always exhibited their resilence this way. When calamities happen, they are the first ones to suffer the initial blows. Yet, they survive and eventually thrive. They just need to go slow and sure. The rich and the middle class are alienated from this kind of survival stratedgy. That is why much is lost in them when things go down. But not the poor; they are like fungi. They don’t die. They morph after a catastrophe. We got to the order end of the river. The barker found a coarse spot where he could put down the chair. He was painting heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. I thanked him and handed a twenty peso bill. He looked grateful and smiled. I 10 was waiting for him to utter an insulting remark so I could give him the sermon of the day. But he didn’t. “Dacal a salamat pu koya. Thank you . Pantunan mu naku potang bisa nakang mibalik keng sumangid. Hatad daka. Just look for me when you want to cross the river going back. I’ll take you.” He said as he nooded his head approvingly, once again showing his toothless mouth “Sige pu, salamat mu rin,” I replied. There was hardly any roving jeepney at all when I climbed up the gully. Tricycles were waiting at the corner, but I chose not to ride in one. I decided to walk. The house was only about five minutes away anyway. As I was walking, I thought about what the future would hold for this city I loved. Kapampangans are known to be a proud people. I only wished that they would get past all this soon. I was hoping that I would also see my family complete and in the best of health. My steps got quicker. I started to run. At the threshold of the house, I saw Mother carrying a bundle of laundry. When she saw me, she smiled and patted my arm. I was puzzled to see her carrying a load. “Where are you going? I just got here. I was so worried about you. Where is ate and her family, are they okay?” I asked. Mother placed the bundle on the table and tightened it. “They’re all okay, thank God. I’m going to Dau to give this to your ate.” “What, are you serious?” I was shocked by Mother’s retort. “The Abacan bridge has collapsed, didn’t you know? How are you going to get to Dau?” “I know that the Abacan bridge is no more,” Mother said pensively. “I’ve been to Dau and back Twice already. There are still barkers that lift chairs down there in the river, aren’t there?” she looked at me. I was aghast to hear this from her. “You mean you want to go down the river? You are not afraid?” “Why should I be afraid?” Mother interrupted. “Only the old ones are afraid to cross the river. I am not that old. Besides, you’re here to keep me company, right? I’ll cook your favorite ginataang kamansi.” I was dumbfounded. Mother was unbelievable. “Hurry up! The river gets deeper in the afternoon,”Mother shouted “Let’s go.” MAP OUT This lesson recognizes the use of fiction, and of fictional techniques, in aprreciating regional literature. ESSENTIAL QUESTION: How do writers use fiction and fictional techniques to respond to contexts that surround them? LEARNING POINTS 1. Appreciate the contributions of the canonical Filipino writers to the development of national literature. 2. Relate how plot and plot devices help create the reading experience in works of fiction. 3. Respond critically to the story and articulate this response through a skit on the story. Trackback Overseas Filipino Workers as new heroes We have heard OFWs in the news, and perhaps in stories told to us by our friends and family members. While it is not new, the effects of so many Filipinos travelling abroad to work has an affect on the family members these workers leave behind OFWs contributed $12 billion in the first half of 2014 alone, making them a significant contributor and supporter of the Philippine economy. But is this worth the price of being away from their loved ones?