We are Living in a Plastic World!

We are Living in a Plastic World!

Ecology and Humanities

Verses and Photographs by Dr Abe V Rotor

Plastic Elephant, River Cruise at Disneyland HK 2017 Photo by the author.

It moves, it calls your attention,
this virtual elephant.
Oh, it's still fantasy in any name,
work of foolish savant.

Hermit crab finds a home in a PVC elbow joint. (Internet)

We ask, for whom the bell tolls?

Laughable though pitiful,

a hermit crab in a plastic home;

the bell tolls none but the fool.

Potted plastic plants on the sidewalk, HK 2017 Photo by the author.

Warning! Don't touch the plants,

(else you discover they are fake);

make-believe to keep discipline

for peace-and-order's sake.

A flower shop - but which is natural, which is plastic? (Internet)

Plastic flowers everywhere, how lovely can they get,

crowded in a shop they look cheap though;

Not the pet flower of the Little Prince in his planet,

among the stars the whole night through.

The author's grandchildren, Markus and Mackie, trek on Big Buddha

Mountain, HK 2017. Photo by the author.

Playing hide a seek among the prop roots of the Buddha tree,

Perfect to hide, but where's the thrill,

on discovering it's all imitation, lifeless and still,

of plastic, concrete and steel?.

Plastic toys morgue (Internet)

Remnants of childhood's joy and mystery

now in a forgotten cemetery,

So died the laughter, song and fantasy,

of growing up fast to be free.

Food in plastic moulds in a Hongkong restaurant

Pavlov's conditioned learning,

a tool of consumerism;

culinary art indeed deceiving,

everything looks appetizing.

Our waste in the ocean is visible like the tip of an 

iceberg, 90 percent is down under.

Hidden under the rug of the ocean.

plastic waste to be forgotten;

eons hence submerged and drifting

and we call Nature our friend!

Giant Christmas Tree made of soft drinks plastic straw - one for the Book of
Guinness. Photos taken by the author at a parish church plaza in Bulacan, circa 2010.

 Giant Plastic Straw Christmas Tree

(before plastic straw was banned)

Call it Christmas Tree, call it tree of nativity and offering,

to a Messiah when the world seeks for peace and rest;

call it a tree of Conscientization* in shrouded light and truth,

in a modern world deluged with technology and progress.

Call it waste turned beautiful by small and innocent hands

into a thousand-and-one stars on a pylon rising to the sky

what we grownups simply throw away and pollute the earth,

and the manufacturers reap profits while the young ones cry.

Call it Christmas Tree, call it tree of nativity and offering,

to a Messiah when the world seeks for peace and rest;

call it a tree of Conscientization* in shrouded light and truth,

in a modern world deluged with technology and progress. ~

Plastic wastes live for 2000 years, drift with the Gulf Stream, winnowed into

a continent in the making, now the size of Texas. (Internet)

Land of plastics, ahoy there!

floating debris, lifeless and bare;

when the good life is over,

Alas! who would care? ~

Acknowledgement: Internet illustrations as indicated

Children and Nature - An Omnipotent Treaty (Universal Children's Month, November 2022)

Universal Children's Day 

In celebration of the United Nations Children's Day Month (November 2022

Investing in our future means investing in our children — which is why the United Nations has designated every November 20 as Universal Children’s Day. It’s a time to promote togetherness around the world, awareness of the problems children face in every corner of the globe, and improve the welfare for all children.

Wall Mural (7ft x 90ft) by Dr Abe V Rotor 

 

"A thing of beauty is a boy forever." AVR  wall mural at author's residence, 

Barangay Greater Lagro, QC 

Three young musketeers are set to conquer the world 

      away from the mall, home and school;

If Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn were real and alive today, 

     we wouldn't know who's genius, who's fool.

Who is the primitive, who is the civilized, oh brother!

      when we prefer the city over the quaint village,

car for walking distance, processed over fresh food,

      philosophy over instinctive knowledge.

Everything defined in rich vocabulary, but a rose is a rose

      and nothing else, energy to matter and back, 

universal cycles no genius will ever truly understand,

     Homo sapiens! it is humility we lack.  

Innocence in children, we make up for the falsehood

      of the world of grownups and sages;

Einstein and Darwin never knew the whys of the world,

      children have been asking for ages.

If genius is reborn in the innocence of children, 

      then knowledge into wisdom distilled, 

compensated in old age for the young ones' sake:

     'tis the fate of humanity in Nature sealed. ~      

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

 

 

 

  

  “I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”  ― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

                            

“and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.” 

― Ruskin Bond, Scenes from a Writer's Life

 

Children and Nature 

“Because children grow up, we think a child's purpose is to grow up. But a child's purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn't disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole of itself into the each moment. We don't value the lily less for not being made of flint and built to last. Life's bounty is in its flow, later is too late. Where is the song when it's been sung? The dance when it's been danced?

It's only we humans who want to own the future, too. We persuade ourselves that the universe is modestly employed in unfolding our destination. We note the haphazard chaos of history by the day, by the hour, but there is something wrong with the picture. Where is the unity, the meaning, of nature's highest creation? Surely those millions of little streams of accident and willfulness have their correction in the vast underground river which, without a doubt, is carrying us to the place where we're expected! But there is no such place, that's why it's called utopia.

The death of a child has no more meaning than the death of armies, of nations. Was the child happy while he lived? That is a proper question, the only question. If we can't arrange our own happiness, it's a conceit beyond vulgarity to arrange the happiness of those who come after us.” ― Tom Stoppard, The Coast of Utopia

“Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.” 
― Flannery O'Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose

Three Mysteries of Life

Three Mysteries of Life

On the occasion Atty and Mrs Jess and Remy Pajarillo's 50th Wedding Anniversary December 23 2017

By Dr Abe V Rotor

There is one commodity in life that, whenever you divide it, it multiplies. (unlike money or pizza pie) It defies mathematical rule, or any scientific law. It is the most important thing in life while we are on earth. It is universal and crosses all borders - race, culture, country, age, status, time and space, for that matter. What is it?

Above, author and wife Cecille Rotor, pose with celebrant. Left, sunset over Quirino Bridge, Banaoang Pass, Santa, Ilocos Sur

The second great mystery of life is that, life begins at 40, or 50 or 60, or 100. Though it may start in childhood or in youth. It starts when we think the road has ended. Or when the race is over, when we think we didn’t get what we wanted.

The third mystery of life is that love is sweeter the second time around. I say after 50 years of happy marriage. When the sun turns golden, we say we are in our golden years. (“The gold that is sunset,” may be likened to “the glory that was Greece, the grandeur that was Rome.”)

I believe that our celebrants don’t find these mysteries odd and strange. It is not because they have cracked their secrets, but it is for the reason that they have earned the true understanding to these three mysteries of life – by obligingly submitting themselves to their very source – the all-knowing Omnipotent Being.

I’ll play a popular Filipino composition, invariably arranged kundiman, serenade or ballad. It is a song written by Filipino composer Constancio de Guzman. It was covered by singers such as The New Minstrels, Pilita Corrales, Eva Eugenio, Leo Valdez, Diomedes Maturan and Ryan Cayabyab. To have an idea what the title is, here is a select part of its lyrics:

O, how delicious life is

especially with someone to love

The joy in my heart

will nevermore vanish.

The answer to the first mystery of life – one commodity that whenever you divide it, will multiply. Begins with H, three syllables. HAPPINESS. 

The next piece I’ll play leads us to the second mystery, Why life starts at 40, 50 or 100. And to the third mystery, why love is sweeter after 50 years of happy married life. Here is a select part of its lyrics. 

Composed by Enrico Tosseli (1883-1926), an Italian pianist and composer his most popular work is Serenata (Rimpianto), which has been popularized as Nightingale, a thrush (Luscinia megarhynchos) noted for the sweet usually nocturnal song of the male. Nightingale also refers to any of various other birds noted for their sweet song or for singing at night. I’ll close my eyes as I play Nightingale and imagine the nightingale’s sweet song.

Like a golden dream, in my heart e'er smiling.

Lives a vision fair of happy love I knew in days gone by.

Still I seem to hear, your laughter beguiling.

Still to see the joy, the love light beaming from your radiant eyes.

Let’s give a big round of applause to the celebrants – Manong Jess and Manang Remy – and to their children and grandchildren, May they be guided always by these three mysteries of life, to be the source of hope, inspiration, peace, sharing, and HAPPINESS.

I thank you.

Maalaala Mo Kaya
is a song written by Filipino composer Constancio de Guzman.
It was covered by singers such as The New Minstrels, Pilita Corrales, Eva Eugenio, Leo Valdez, Diomedes Maturan and Ryan Cayabyab.
“Maalala Mo Kaya” has been a part of every Filipino home. Each episode features real-life story that brings laughter and tears that strengthen the ties that bind all of Kapamilyas wherever they are in the world.

Maalaala Mo Kaya? (Would You Remember?)
ORIGINAL TAGALOG LYRICS

Maalaala mo kaya
ang sumpa mo sa akin
na ang pag-ibig mo ay
sadyang di magmamaliw

Kung nais mong matanto
buksan ang aking puso
At tanging larawan mo
ang doo’y nakatago.

‘Di ka kaya magbago
sa iyong pagmamahal
Tunay kaya giliw ko
hanggang sa libingan?

O, kay sarap mabuhay
lalo na’t may lambingan
Ligaya sa puso ko
ay di na mapaparam

FREE ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Would you remember
your oath to me
that your love would
never fade

If you want to understand
open my heart
Only your picture
is hidden there.

Wouldn’t your love
change?
Would you really be
my love till the grave?

O, how delicious life is
especially with someone to love
The joy in my heart
will nevermore vanish.

TOSELLI'S SERENADE
(Music : Enrico Toselli)
Mario Lanza & Mary Schneider
Rimpianto, one of the sweetest serenades, was composed by Enrico Toselli (1883-1926), an Italian pianist and composer who wrote operetta, chamber music, and songs, including his best-known, this Serenata (Rimpianto). The lyrics were written by Alfredo Silvestri. Born on March 13, 1883, Enrico Toselli, Count of Montignoso, was an Italian pianist and composer. His most popular composition is Serenata ('Rimpianto) Op.6. No.1. This version, known as “Dreams and Memories” with Como`s perfect velvet voice, is tune from his album “Perry Como in Italy”, released in 1966. and English lyrics were written by Carl Sigman.

Like a golden dream, in my heart e'er smiling.
Lives a vision fair of happy love I knew in days gone by.
Still I seem to hear, your laughter beguiling.
Still to see the joy, the love light beaming from your radiant eyes.

Will my dreaming be in vain?
Will my love ne'er come again?
Oh, come, shall we waste the golden hours of youth far apart?
What care I for live, without you by my side?

Do not delay, the hours slip away.
Your arms are my paradise.
You and only you can fill my heart.
Oh, star of my heaven,

Come back and shed your light upon my way.
Come back! Come back! ~

It's Bougainvillea Season! “The bougainvillea is the most extravagantly beautiful flowering plant in all of nature.” – Christopher Turner

Living with Nature Center

San Vicente, Ilocos Sur

It's Bougainvillea Season!

“The bougainvillea is the most extravagantly beautiful

flowering plant in all of nature.” – Christopher Turner

Dr Abe V Rotor

The Siberian High brings in the chilly air;

it's amihan, summer soon to take over,

and wakes the mystical bougainvillea fair,

on the landscape in prodigious cover. - avr

Bougainvillea spectabilis in bloom across the fence of San Vicente Botanical
Garden, San Vicente, Ilocos Sur. Photos taken by the author, January 15, 2023

Bougainvillea is a genus of thorny ornamental vines, bushes, and trees belonging to the four o' clock family, Nyctaginaceae. It is native to eastern South America, found from Brazil, west to Peru, and south to southern Argentina. Different authors accept from 4 to 22 species in the genus. The first species recorded in the Philippines was Bougainvillea spectabilis. The other species, B. glabra and B. peruviana were introduced much later. Grenada's national flower is the Bougainvillea.

Botanically speaking, the flowers of bougainvillea are not true flowers in the sense that they do not have petals and other floral parts typical of a true flower. The colored petals are modified leaves, specialized to attract bees, butterflies - including humans - to pollinate and fertilize the tiny true flowers centrally located, which seldom develop seeds. Bougainvillea is mainly propagated by cuttings.

By the way, bougainvillea is named after a person. It was first discovered by the French botanist Philibert Commerson in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil in the 1760s. The name Bougainvaillea was named after his friend sailor Louis de Bougainville. ~

The Third Eye

The Third Eye

Dr Abe V Rotor

Living with Nature - School on Blog

Lesson: Do you have a third eye? If so, can you tell the future? 

Read and analyze the poem.

Morning Flight, Wall Mural AVR 2000 St Paul University QC

Fantasy or reality - how can we tell

One from the other without a third eye?

Ah, but epics live on through the ages,

As classics live through their spell,

And Gulliver as told by the sages.

The third eye tells of a coming storm,

No less than the vagaries of the mind;

But what the future holds remains locked

In God's will until the time has come,

Beyond fantasy or reality or luck. ~

The World of Numbers

Dr Abe V Rotor

Lesson: Continue with this list to enrich your vocabulary for use in school and in conversation.  

A swarm of locust

 We are fond of numbers and we use different terms to denote animals, plants and our own species. These terms given to groups of animals give us distinct and more vivid imagery about their natural gregarious character.

Here are common examples.

• Lions – pride
• Goat – trip
• Cows – flink
• Sheep – flock
• Birds – flock 
• Fishes – school
• Ants - colony

• Flies – swarm
• Cattle – herd
• Bacteria – colony
• Geese – gaggle (on the ground); skein (in the air)

A flock of birds

Grouping of plants is unique. Botanists and agriculturists use terms like tillers, as in rice; suckers in banana, runners and stolons in gabi and Bermuda grass, slips in pineapple. All these refer to the asexual progeny of a mother plant, duplicating itself many times in its lifetime. These are agronomic terms: a paddy of rice, an orchard, a grove of coconut, a plot or patch of vegetables.

Among us humans we use many terms such as a battery of lawyers, a battalion or platoon of soldiers, class in schools, team in games. a choir, a batch of graduates, or simply throng for a huge crowd. In an organization we group people into departments, divisions, sections, etc, specifying work and responsibility. Then we have such terms as congregation, fraternity, gang, and the like.

Systematics became a science not only to quantify but organize numbers. In biology, systematics which refers to identification and classification of organisms adopts the terms kingdom, phylaor division, class, order, family, genus and species, among sub-types, including smaller categories as races, varieties, breeds, accessions and cultivars.

Numbers, numbers, numbers - we live by numbers.

x x x

Reference: Living with Folk Wisdom, by AV Rotor, UST Press Manila

"The poetry of the earth is never gone."- John Keats

"The poetry of the earth is never gone."

- John Keats

Nature mural on a wall by Dr Abe V Rotor

  

  

 

Details of mural for analysis and critiquing. 

"When nature shall then be gone,

like Paradise lost after the fall,

a make-believe mural on a wall rises,

beautiful in the setting sun." - avr

Practical Art: Native Chandelier and Lampshade

Dr Abe V Rotor 

Living with Nature School on Blog

Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) with Ms Melly C Tenorio

738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class Monday to Friday

I took this photo of a ceiling decor in a restaurant along Mindanao Avenue QC. I later realized its uniqueness from ready made chandeliers. A blend of warm and bright colors exudes an ambient air. To the artist, he sees stained glass; to the decor expert, lampshades; the jeweler, strings of a gems in pabitin or trellis arrangement. The ceiling is kept in the dark so that focus is given to the centerpiece with secondary lighting lending to such emphasis. 

Native ambiance by the sea or on the farm, ideal for a bahay kubo

Vinta lampshade sways with the wind, an optical illusion

Angel fish create a therapeutic atmosphere

These photographs were taken at Virac, Catanduanes, on the occasion of the First National Biodiversity Conference, October 21-22, 2010. Acknowledgment: Prof. Rico Masagca and Dr. Jimmy Masagca, conference convenors.

Waterfall - Link of Land and Sky, Body and Soul

Dr Abe V Rotor

Waterfall painting in acrylic, by AVRotor 2015

Reach the sky through the waterfall,

     from cloud to rain down the stream,

cascading, tumbling, in a column,

     link of reality and ones dream. 

And down the river of no return

     meandering  through the valley,

seeking its destination the sea 

     in a never ending story. 

Life is like that of the waterfall 

     link of time and space and all, 

with neither beginning nor end, 

     the essence of body and soul. ~