Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Driving through a busy intersection is a test of skill and patience

Getting through a busy intersection is a trial of skill and patience 
Dr Abe V Rotor

Series of shots taken at an intersection along España. Manila 
Tricycle - prince of the road; advertisement-clad rear of buses - hideout and watch hole of hold uppers. It is most likely that hold up cases happen in heavily tinted buses with ad-covered rear glass.
Caged pedestrians and motorists - the feeling of being prisoners on the street where high rise building construction is going on. It's a trap, a choke point, a danger zone. España fronting the famed UST Arch of the Centuries.  


Monday, July 29, 2013

Morning at the UST Botanical Garden - An On-the-Spot Painting

Painting and poem by Abe V Rotor
 
                      It is misty, it is foggy, here at the garden,
     or it must be smog in the city air;
and the early rays pierce through like spears,
     yet this is the best place for a lair.

But the artist must be provoked, challenged;
     for peace can't make a masterpiece;
only a troubled soul do rise where others fall,
     where ease and good life often miss.

This lair is where the action is, the battlefield,
     where pure and polluted air meet,
where a garden in a concrete jungle reigns,
     where nature's trail ends in a street.

Art, where is art, when the message is unclear,
     colors, colors, what color is blind faith?
what color is rage, what color is change?
     colors be humble - black is your fate. ~
A spray of red and orange in the tree top,
     either it is autumn's onset,
or the season had just passed us in slumber,
     yet too early to hibernate 
 
Catch the sun, borrow its colors and shine
     that you may be filled with grace divine;
for your life is short and your flowers ephemeral,
     that makes you a mythical vine. 
              
 There is no such thing as emptiness, for memories linger;
     the bench is warm, whispers hang in the glen;
spirits roam, the past comes around in them to haunt,
     to scare a bit to remember them, now and then.


Sun and Blue Sky

           Sun and Blue Sky    
 Dr Abe V Rotor 

Unedited photo taken in Virac,Catanduanes, with Sony 

Cybershot camera, 7.2 mega pixels. October 20, 2011

Never aim at the sun, never, said my mentor,
     a rule I never forgot;
Photos I took, the sun at my side or back, 

      became pride of an art.

But art with no rules grew, and took over the helm; 
     take it from artists Picasso
and Van Gogh, their masterpieces with the sun
     burning in deep arctic blue. 

Wonder how the soul suffers when the body
     is hale yet unwilling;
and triumphs in the works of Milton and Monet, 
      their inner sun shining.~

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Malunggay: Most popular and nutritious vegetable in the tropic. You can make your own mineral water with its seeds, too.

Dr Abe V Rotor 

Malunggay propagated from cutting
Drinking water is rendered safe with malunggay seeds. Why buy bottled mineral water? You can save as much as P100 per day for the whole family. That's P3000 a month or P36,000 a year. You can earn from this simple technology, too. Get in touch with your nearest DOST office for assistance. 

In the province no home is without this small tree at the backyard or in a vacant lot. The leaves, flowers, juvenile pods and young fruits of Moringa oleifera (Family Moringaceae) go well with fish, meat, shrimp, mushroom, and the like. It is one plant that does not need agronomic attention, not even weeding and fertilization, much less chemical spraying. You simply plant an arms length cutting or two, in some corner or along the fence and there it grows into a tree that can give you a ready supply of vegetables yearound. What nutrients do we get from malunggay?




Here is a comparison of the food value of the fresh leaves and young fruits, respectively, in percent. (Marañon and Hermano, Useful Plants of the Philippines)
• Proteins 7.30 7.29
• Carbohydrates 11.04 2.61
• Fats 1.10 0.16
• Crude Fiber 1.75 0.76
• Phosphorus (P2 O 5) 0.24 0.19
• Calcium (CaO) 0.72 0.01
• Iron (Fe2O3) 0.108 0.0005

Owing to these properties and other uses, rural folks regard malunggay a “miracle tree.” Take for example the following uses.
• The root has a taste somewhat like that of horse-radish, and in India it is eaten as a substitute to it.
• Ben oil extracted from the seed is used for salad and culinary purposes, and also as illuminant.
• Mature seeds have antibacterial and flocculants properties that render drinking water safe and clear.

From these data, it is no wonder malunggay is highly recommended by doctors and nutritionists for both children and adults, particularly to nursing mothers and the convalescents.~

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Mural Paintings of the Grand Palace of Thailand

Photos and Verse by Dr Abe V Rotor

Also visit my other Blogs:
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[Living with Nature]
[naturalism - the eighth sense] 

                                                        Author (right) and host from Vinafoods, Bangkok 

 Mural, mural on the wall:
tell me who's the fairest of them all,
 the grandest, the most powerful - 

The wall is mute, its message full 
of wealth, power before the Fall,
and the secrets of its soul.~

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Sweet Sense of Abandon

Painting and Poem by Abe V Rotor
A Naturalist's World

Oh, sweet sense of abandon away from the concrete jungle,
Far from the neon lights that blind the stars and the moon,
The roar of the avenues, cars cruising in lightning speed,
Out of the bowl of smog, of high rise arches;
Incommunicado by modern tools, missing.

Oh, sweet sense of abandon, derelict from cares of the world,
Fugitive from civilization - that which humans are bound,
And captive, outcast he who takes Henry Thoreau's stand,
Who follows the trail where footprints are few and seldom new;
Lost - one is called who has found his freedom.

Oh, sweet sense of abandon, and here bare and naked,
The amenities of the Good Life, a hut for a condominium;
A pond for a swimming pool, dugout for a car or train;
Doors and windows open to let the fresh air in,
The breeze through the trees, the silence of peace.

Oh, sweet sense of abandon, is this they call progress?
Where is unity and harmony in isolation?
Thousands, nay millions, leave the throng to escape
Daily grind, morals and rules they fear to break -
Is this exodus to simple living?

Oh, sweet sense of abandon, you may be true but deceiving,
When the world is dying on land, water and sky,
Culture engulfed by material wealth controlled by few,
Bombs ticking in poverty and war and technology,
And in some corner of Eden, too. ~

Friday, July 12, 2013

University of Santo Tomas (Founded 1611) - Oldest Center of Academic Excellence

Dr Abe V Rotor









UST has one of the biggest student populations in Asia with some 50 thousnd enrolled in two dozen colleges and faculies, from conservatory of music, fine arts,medicine to graduate school. . Symbolic commitment for peace amongst religions.Participants to the 7th Asian Conference of Religions for Peace, UST 2009


Graduate students take a break on a field study

On retreat for the quadricentennial of UST
Seminarians on seminar

The late Joey Velasco (third from right), famous artist and author is shown here with Dr Dante Lerma, Dr Florentino Hornedo and AVR during his painting exhibition at UST. At the background is Hapag (Christ's Last Supper with Poor Children of Payatas QC). 2008Communications students under Dr Abe Rotor, pose with Joey Velasco (center, standing row), The untimely demise of the artist is a loss not only to art but humanity.
Public school teachers in Metro Manila and suburbs pursue special courses at the UST graduate school under the government's program of upgrading education in the country.
Students working as a group is good training in bayanihan, a Filipino tradition.


Graduate students in biology study the rich flora of the university campus.

Yes, you can be a poet! Here are simple verses.


Dr Abe V Rotor

Get out and write.

1. Foot Bridge

I walked the bridge to its far end and beyond,

And down the river to the sea I cast my pole.
It was a fight I fought, it was no longer game,
And it was neither fish nor dream I caught.

2. Mayon Volcano

Tranquility reigns on her face, rage in her breast,

If beauty exudes best from a spring of force,
I do not wonder at the shyness of a crest,
And the power of a single rose.

3. Artisan

I touched the towering figure and I was touched,

Transported to Gulliver’s land for a moment;
To meet the maker, a simple man from the hills,
Unschooled, yet his burin sings of glorious Greece.

4. Gulliver

Pygmies make giants, for the little man dreams of what he misses.

Humble is he, painstakingly working on his stead,
Until a Genie rises from his hands, mirror of a great soul.
Lo, a pupil I am, doubting my skill, my goal.

5. Children of Nature

Summer’s short, rainy days are long,

And so brief is this imagery;
The young can’t wait, and all along
The scene a blissful memory.

6. A happy lot

For just once the world is mine

With rowdy friends and I,
Happily with a jug of wine,
Words come easy, ‘Aye, Aye!’ ”

7.The other side of progress

Through time, humanity has changed through use

Of its environment for man’s needs through abuse,
From adaptation to modernization,
All in the name of civilization.

8. Youth

Pleasance to you youth, bright as the sun;

The world be at war or be at peace.
Ask not where have all the flowers gone;
Seasons come, and seasons go at ease.

9. Rage

Rage and break, rage and break,

On the cold wall and be free;
Make the sky and the river meet
Under a rainbow by the sea.

10. Drink from my little cup

Rise up from the sea and come down as rain;

rise, rise up and be weaned, to be free;
and if one day the water of the sea is not enough,
drink, drink deep from my little cup.


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

A Wartime Message: To My People

A Wartime Message: To My People

Dr Abe V Rotor 
Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid
with Ms Melly C Tenorio
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday

Things seem easy and life is not as challenging as it was with our forebears who knew war and survived it.  Less and less of their kind can be found today. Now and then it would be good to revive some valuable memories for the new generation. 

Delivered by President Manuel L Quezon 

My fellow citizens: There is one thought which I want you to have in mind, and that is that you are Filipinos; that the Philippines is your country and the only country God has given you; that you must keep it for yourselves, for your children, and for your children’s children, until the world is no more and that you must live for it and die for it, if necessary.

Your country is a great country. It has a great past, a great present and a great future.

The Philippines of yesterday was consecrated by the sacrifices of lives and pleasure of your patriotic martyrs and soldiers. The Philippines today is honored by the wholehearted devotion to its cause of unselfish and courageous statesmen. The Philippines of tomorrow will be the country of plenty, of happiness, and of freedom; it will be a Philippines with her head raised in the midst of the west Pacific, mistress of her own destiny, holding in her hand the torch of freedom and democracy and pointing the way to the teeming millions of Africa and Asia now suffering under alien rule, a Philippines.

Heir in the Orient to the teachings of Christianity: and a republic of virtuous and righteous men and women all working together for a better world than the one we have at present.~

Manuel Luis Quezón y Molina served as president of the Commonwealth of the Philippines from 1935 to 1944. He was president of the Philippine government-in-exile in Washington DC during WW II.
This message inspired Filipinos to continue their fight for the restoration and preservation of freedom.   In Nazi occupied Europe, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill raised the battle cry, “Europe arise!” I saw its imprint on cement in Zurich, Switzerland, on the spot Churchill stood some 75 years ago.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Goodbye St Paul Museum, Goodbye


Ruins of Colonialism 8 ft x 8 ft by AVR 
Goodbye St Paul Museum, Goodbye

Dr Abe V Rotor
Former faculty curator

Faithful you've been for fifteen years to guests and spirits,
the dead in their memory and honor, in their resting place;
their sanctuary to mingle with the living and community,
reliving events of history, art, culture - pride of our race.

Good bye, Saint Paul museum, you have done your part,
For I shall walk to where the sun sets, to a common end,
Farewell to the beauty, ephemeral to a hard and cold heart 
where art is a passing glance and light fading at the bend.

How little can we bid our patrons and friends with gratitude,
young and old, their gentle ways, whispers, and wide eyes,
the place sacred, sanctuary of tradition, keyhole of history,
telling to the world nowhere else exists beyond any price?  

I miss the grass owl, the lemur, the violins, the murals exiled,
the scriptures I saved from fire, trophies I picked from the bin;
broken jars I mended, shells and wares I cleaned into artifacts,   
dioramas by small hands I guided, each depicting a scene. 

Where is Michelangelo now, Rembrandt, stories in the bible?
paintings and writings made by the young in joy and pain?
amateurs - I never called those less in the art but full in heart,
I must bid them too, wishing their work shall not die in vain.

Under your roof I found stories to write, poems to compose,
canvas to paint, guiding hands I lent to the young and old;
under the eyes of my greatest apostle – these I’m blessed,
opening the gate of wisdom and humbling me from bold.~   

Parting isn't easy but time heals. But lo! I found my saint  
in the dark, on bare wall, where day and night are unkind,
deep moan and sigh I hear, I can shed but a drop of tear;    
what mystery should history repeat itself with time in bind?  

Let me cloak you as I did when I painted you years ago,
return the glow in your eyes, freshen the red in your breast;
together with murals of your kind – in your travel and trial,
as my strength drains with the sunset, before my final rest.

Goodbye St Paul; one candle you light, you light the world,
where air is thin, footsteps heavy, ignorance and silence one;
where for a decade and half, you and I together stood
in a museum we built, and I your humble disciple and son. ~     
 



Wall Mural: Arrival of First St Paul of Chartres (SPC) Mission to the Philippines in Dumaguete, Negros Oriental.  Painted by AVRotor and children - Marlo, Anna, and Leo