It is a cliché, of course, but being a cliché does not detract from its validity. Who else does the future belong to but the young? It is theirs to shape any way they like, and my hope is they will do it with vision and commitment to ideals like justice and loyalty to this unhappy country–the crucial attributes that would make them not only endure but prevail. I want to reach them, especially the writers, to impart all the good that I have learned, the truths by which we live, to remind them of our revolutionary tradition, and that above all, we are a heroic people.
To young writers - Memory and sentiment are never enough. Master the craft of writing and use the language you know best. Respect the word and know the rules before you break them. Once you have mastered the word, use it then as one would create a window -- polished, untarnished, so that you can see clearly beyond the glass. Don’t cover this window with frills and fancy drapes for it is these decorations that will attract the eye, and hide the view. Review, revise, rewrite till it hurts, till the hand that holds the pen is numb, till every sentence reads easily, every word is in place and you know by then that the window is made. You are a storyteller, a singer -- so learn rhythm, music, resonance, narrative technique, until these are in your marrow. You can learn all these by writing letters, notes, exercises, journals. That concert pianist, that prima ballerina—every day they practice and practice, and limber up before they go on stage. Do not be waylaid by the latest literary fads, by fashionable ideologies. They will surely pass as unremembered seasons and what will remain are those verities -- love and death, faith and forbearance, which you have made permanent in prose. Look at your craft with humility, and be your own severest critic. Do not for once believe that ancient panegyric, that the pen is mightier than the sword. Never! It is always naked power which triumphs and rules, against which you must always rail till your voice hoarsens. Beware, too, of early praise for it can destroy, and remember again that only time will tell if your work will prevail. Write with all your senses, and with your gut afire, so that your words will throb with life. Live, be observant, be the eternal child aglow with awe and wonder of the world, amass memories for they will all be retrieved as dialogue, color, plot, action. Ask yourself – what is literature? Who is your audience? Literature is the noblest of the arts and writers should, therefore, be of noble bearing, affirming in their very lives the Socratic precepts of virtue and excellence. This is difficult to achieve; perhaps, it is enough that you strive to be able to look at every man straight in the eye and to sleep soundly at night without the nightmares of a bad conscience. Be an honest witness to your time, and be strong when they revile you for telling the truth. Your vocation will also condemn you to solitude, but remember -- he who stands alone is the strongest. Even in your shattering loneliness, remember you are writing, not for critics, academics or other writers, but for your own people who, in their silence and perhaps poverty, cannot express their aspirations and anguish. You are their voice but only if you have not deserted or betrayed them. Whatever suffering might be heaped upon you, never, never lose your equanimity, your humor. Much of what you will write will be bleak -- just the same, learn to laugh at yourself first, and your critics, and certainly at the antics of the wretched among your countrymen. Nurture in yourself that abiding sense of urgency, of passion -- deep and volcanic -- but always keep it in control and with it, that profound melancholy wrought by our history, by our own leaders -- no matter how effulgent our fiestas and how bright our smiles. This passion, this melancholy, must surface as literature if you are to be an artist. So Lenin said all art is propaganda, but remember, not all propaganda is art. I make writing seem difficult because it really is. Worse, it may not even make you live comfortably, and you will grow old like so many of us who tried, without ever being appreciated in your own country. Although we have a novelist as a national hero, we do not read the novels of our own country’s writers. Why then must you write at all? Write because there is so much hypocrisy and cussedness in us and, who knows, you may be able to exorcise a bit of these. Write because many of us have lost our moorings, and it is in literature where history lives, where we can know best ourselves so that we can then live with ourselves and be rooted again in native soil. Write because it is a vocation which will give you such pleasure, so lasting and so deep it transcends anything those sybarites and sensualists covet. I assure you, this old man knows. What, after all, is literature but pain remembered. In remembering, we adorn it with our imagination, our craftsmanship, ennobling it perhaps, imbuing it with permanence; it then exists beyond our puny lives, a testament to your humanity for all the world to witness. And having witnessed it, it is our hope that what we have written will evoke compassion, for in the end, this is what draws us all together. One final word: write wherever you can do it best, in exile perhaps, but never, never leave your village, your town, your beginning. Enshrine it in your heart, sanctify it in your mind for your beginning gives you your soul, your humanity. In remembering with passion, you will be writing about a particular place and a particular people, but you shall have given them also what all will recognize, the universality of life and of art itself.
11 Comments
8/20/2015 09:16:13
What an apt advice for writers coming from a great man of Filipino Literature.
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8/20/2015 10:43:23
Sir, I can now write features, essays, and research reports because of a book you published on creative writing. That was many years ago. I learned from the book and followed your instructions. And now, you have a blog. Thank you for sharing your talent to the youth.
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Edmar Jimenez
8/20/2015 14:44:18
So true passion for writing now must embrace technology got lucky to read your thoughts here in your blog sir you are one of a kind writer in our Philippine Literature whom I know because of your fellow writer too my Prof in FEU Jess Q. Cruz who introduced me the value of arts especially literature and I never forgot when he ask me to go to NVM' s house to get a materials whom he will submit for NVMs recognition to be a national artist and a gift from NVM when he gave me the first edition of the Bamboo Dancer with his name written and recognizing me as his student once in a guitar I hope I'll meet you and still see you when I come back from our beloved Country to ask for a picture of you and your signature a living proof that still our Literature still as its best and F. Sionil Jose still never stop writing to give inspirations for the Filipinos that is why I always find time to give message to my friend Edwin Cordevilla that keep on writing because F.Sionil Jose never get tired of writing Mabuhay po kayo mga idol ko sa pagsusulat !
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espie
8/20/2015 14:46:37
Thank you for this, sir. Your insights have just given me enough courage to finally submit my writings to the world. Stories are meant to be told and shared, not to be kept hidden inside boxes we would store in attics. Thank you, thank you, for this very inspiring post. :)
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8/20/2015 20:30:50
A powerful manifesto for the writer, Manong Frankie. I am sure, young and older writers will be still be guided by this Blog. I looked for the word "poetry" but you seem to have hidden it somewhere. While I also write prose, my old pen has now directed me to the writing of poetry, which I do in the twilight of my years. While you are a good 20 years older than me, I feel the push and pull of ageing taking a toll on this Ilocano. Let's connect then through your Blog and let's exchange ideas and memories while we still can. Toy Ading mo, Albert
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matet
8/21/2015 11:33:00
What a wonderful discovery, this blog of yours. I am not young, but will certainly take your advice to heart. After living and leaving behind the roles of my youth - daughter, wife, mother - I now have the luxury of time to write. And write, I will ! Thank you for the inspiration.
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barbwired10
8/21/2015 11:38:06
Beautiful thoughts sir and thanks for imparting your wisdom. Just shared your blog to my 12yo daughter who writes so deeply and profoundly even at a young age. We will be waiting for your posts. Ingat po!
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8/22/2015 16:39:11
Truly worth the read!
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Jasmin Magtown
9/4/2015 20:33:18
Your words made me cry. The image of Ermita, the one I conjured through your vivid words, revisited my mind as I read your post. She seems to be the "melancholy" you were talking about. You just restored my dream to become a writer with this blog. Thank you! Keep inspiring young hearts like mine.
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Kaye Dimple Velasco
11/18/2016 18:24:29
You're an amazing writer sir :) I'll be reporting your work "dusk" in University of Southeatern PH this coming monday. i hope i can do it well. :) Thank you :)
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Emmanuel Paul Bayalas
6/27/2020 15:44:50
Good Day Sir! I will have your wisdom guide me in my future endeavors . Thank you for the inspiration.
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