BLTX Naga: DIYos Mabalos!

It all started when our little group, Meet-Every-Other-Weekend (MEOW) Club, decided to participate in BLTX IX in Cubao last December. There we were able to meet and chat with Adam & Chingbee (members of the Youth and Beauty Brigade and founders of the event), and get to know what a small press/DIY expo feels like.

From what I can recall Adam opened the possibility of holding the next BLTX here in Naga City (previous ones — the regional visits — were held in Davao and Baguio). Of course, there was much hesitation since 1]  we really don’t a zine scene in Bikol (though there were groups who were into self-publication & komix), and 2] organizing stuff like this one is tricky, especially when the region’s climate is set to ‘rain [a lot]’ most of the time. But Adam recommended that the initial event doesn’t have to be something big. A small number of participants will do just fine. And so a few weeks later, after some careful consideration and  discernment, we decided to take up the challenge of organizing Better Living Through Xeroxography here in the city.

Initially we were thinking of holding it in December, but some time in April (or May) the YBB asked if holding it in June or July was possible. We then had a discussion in our group. After the meeting, well, sure… let’s do this.

Little by little we started inviting people/groups and most of them were up to it too. Some of the MEOW members tried to find the best possible place (in the end it was Anthosia), while some invited more participants. In June, all interested groups met at a restaurant to finalize the venue, agree on how much to contribute for the reservation, and prep for the event. After a week, an official teaser ad was released.


30 July 2016, Saturday, BLTX Naga happened.

And it was a blast! 

The venue was packed despite the presence of a tropical storm (signal no. 1 was declared that day and it was rainy as hell in the early afternoon). Those who visited BLTX Naga soaked themselves in this fun, creative, and sometimes crazy ambiance. The crowd flow was thick & slow as they took time browsing the items and chatting with the creators. Ahj and I were just too busy coordinating with our participants, from getting food to uploading the pics to get more people to come.

What I love about the event was that I witnessed the Bikol youth meeting/interacting with our writers & artists. Some considered it as a baptism of fire (for first time publishers); some considered it as a reunion. The participating groups were satisfied to have solid sales, while a number of zines/books/stuff were sold out. Most importantly, the audience — from friends to walk-ins — were exposed to local art and literature outside mainstream channels. I’m sure that some of the kids have slowly acquired this creative itch, and I hope that they’ll be able to scratch it by producing literature/art themselves.

People were already asking when the next zine expo will be. There’s a probability that it’ll happen this December. We’ll most probably join the simultaneous BLTX celebration with Cubao, Baguio, and Davao.


Other thoughts/tips on the event:

  • We had an amusing online (and personal) discussion on the pricing of the zines. There’s no standard pricing actually, but you have to make an imaginary agreement with the potential buyer. Not too high, not too low — just enough to enable you produce another batch of materials (new and/or old).
  • Bringing personal table[s] is highly recommended.
  • Bring more change: a lotta coins and smaller bills if possible.
  • People usually cram, but we highly recommend that they upload excerpts of their works as soon as possible. Get the hype early.
  • Bring personal ventilation devices & refreshments (e.g. fans, water, etc…).
  • Order food and drinks earlier to avoid hunger and dehydration. A list would be great.
  • Prepare a preview/browsing copy. Know how to pitch your stuff.
  • Just an observation, but I think there’s a need to invite more schools as participants. We had a lot of Ateneans and CBSUAns in the venue, but we hope that we’ll be able to get people from USI, UNC, NCF, and other schools in Bikol next time. Establishing solid communication channels is the key.
  • Works may hit or miss depending on personal tastes, and the audience vary. Keep your cool when they put back the stuff instead of purchasing them (it happens a lot, and it’s totally normal).
  • If you’re curious about the works, feel free to ask the authors present.


Anyhoo, we wish to thank Adam David and Chingbee Cruz of the Youth & Beauty Brigade for starting all of this (may you have more BLTXs around the country), the High Chair peeps (for giving us a fresher perspective in crafting & “workshopping” poetry & production), Team Paypay (comprised of Ada, Kim, Jaypee, Eeya, and a whola lotta DACA students), the arts & crafts duo of Bem & Veeyah, Jerome & the CBSUA kids, Maki & her husband of Kataga, Joana Verdeflor & her partner who fused together fashion and poetry,  Parasurat Bikolnon/Wiki Philippines & Team Kabulig coordinated by Irvin, Dennis Gonzaga (your tarot cards rock), MEOW peeps (you know who you are!), Ateneo Literary Association, Progressive Organization of English Majors, Monique & Tina & Van & the rest of DARS, the peeps of Anthosia who took the risk of holding our event & for understanding & managing the chaos, to Lain Hilario for helping us bring some extra tables to the venue (and for the pictures shown here [extra cred goes to Mai who also took some pics using Lain’s cam]), Ma’am Doods for all the amazing support to young writers, ADNU-Center for Culture & the Arts for the financial assistance, the ADNU Supreme Student Government for the signal boost, and all you lovely, beautiful people — may you be personal friends or friends in art & literature — who took the time & effort to visit us despite the rain. DIYOS MABALOS SAINDO GABOS!

I also wish to personally thank this lovely lady who, despite being sick, gave her best to assist everyone in the venue. I love you, Ahj!



Fresh Ink

So I attended two events which involved the participation of young writers — and by “young” I mean those who are just starting out. Last Thursday I attended the summer PaperCup Session (the first of a series?) held by the organization’s new core group, and just this weekend I was able to observe this year’s Saringsing Writers’ Workshop sponsored by the city government and the Parasurat Bikolnon. April is also the Philippines’s “National Literature Month.” So yeah, the timing is cool.


PaperCup Session

Until now I’m still mulling over the components of a young writer’s springboard. Generations change, dynamics change: we’re in a time when motivation needs reformulation. How do we convince a millenial to come out of her or his shell? When everyone feels so comfortable hiding inside the anon cave how do we gently pull them out of the shadows?

Since Ahj was a participant in the Saringsing Writers’ Workshop I was able to sit-in as an observer. I also invited some of the recent ALA core members but only two were able to show up. I read some of the works, listened to a plethora of arguments, and watched the reaction of the fellows amidst the exchange of comments from the panelists.


Just a reflection: though confidence is usually pushed to a young writer when it comes to igniting her or his career, I believe the person also needs the proper amount of humility. You see, we usually blame low self-esteem as the culprit to one’s non-movement. That’s [kinda] true. But for young writers, I do believe that some, if not most, are just way too proud to have their works be corrected or critiqued or outright rejected.

In the school where I work, what prevents students from getting their prose/poetry out there is the fear of criticism. When social media warps our values to cohere with PR principles, we start to have this inherent requirement of presenting ourselves as perfect, amiable individuals with spotless outputs (the selfie principle). In my class, correction marks, may they be inked red or blue or green, is already a cause for a shitload of distress, and so the students feel so anxious when invited to submit creative pieces. They avoid rejection, while some don’t want to look stupid. For them, the priority is to retain their surface status quo.

Unfortunately they never see the wisdom behind the comments and corrections. Much positivity have been given that anything which comes close to something negative is automatically shunned. Everyone seems to be a little too nice that even mediocre or subpar works are praised by instructors, and it’s totally killing the value of revision.


When I observed the fellows I was happy to realize that we still have young writers who showed humility to the craft, manifesting a deep amount of reverence to the altar of ink and paper. This is what the region needs. They are the future of creative writing & literature, of history & identity.

Participants (back) and panelists (front) of Saringsing Writers’ Workshop 2016

Post-Fundado, Founded; Constructions


Right now my body is struggling to push itself to ‘work’ (whatever that means, hehe). The aches on some areas have somehow doubled the force of Earth’s gravity, turning my movements sluggish and unreliable. Ugh, at least my fingers are working fine.

I cannot say that the construction yesterday was a complete success, as we haven’t touched a significant percent in terms of completion. We did, however, manage to use up all the blocks available (a goal! a goal!). Now the house-to-be has some walls (or something which resembles a wall [and a window]). Continue reading “Post-Fundado, Founded; Constructions”

Why I Write: Unanswered

I attended the monthly Writer’s Gig last night. Rain came pouring. I almost didn’t make it, but as soon as the rain had simmered down I immediately went to the venue (I was previously hanging out with friends in a nearby coffee shop). I thought I was already late.

8 o’clock -ish. There were only a few of us. The crowd, fewer.


[Sidetrack: There’s nothing like listening to classic blues while writing on a sleepy Sunday afternoon.]


My mind ached and I blamed the weather for it. I declined reading during the first set, but after dunking some ice-cold beer into my system my chagrin subsided. Thank you, Red Horse. You’re better than aspirin.


The stage, how much you intimidate me. I’ve had my fair share of public speaking. Still you make me tremble. When will we ever tame each other?

I couldn’t stop my hand from shaking as I read my pieces.


Post-gig: A Small Discourse on Writing

A Small Discussion on Writing (with some poetics)

After the gig, we sat outside Wharf Galley to talk about the writing life. Jason presented a simple question: Why Do You Write?. The discussion was informative, especially when the young ones shared their thoughts.

Writing as a form of expression. Writing as a form of meditation. Writing as a way of capturing the moment. Writing as something for everyone. Writing as an anomaly in a pragmatic society. Writing as a necessity.

Actually, I never did share my answer, and I don’t know if I have the right reasons on why I write. Perhaps I could have answered: “I write because I just want to write, because there’s sheer bliss on putting thoughts on paper, on re-assembling ideas, or putting cognitive chaos in order.”

Or maybe I don’t really know anything. I don’t know why I write.

There is only this desire to write. Nothing more, nothing less.