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EDUCATING THE LITERARY TASTE by Paz Latorena

It was a Spanish thinker and moralist, Baltazar Gracian, who first used and popularized the term, hombre de buen gusto, during the seventeenth century, although by it, he simply meant a tactful person. The adoption of the term in the aesthetic field took place in France, according to literary history, and La Biuyere affirms that during his time discussions centered on good taste and bad taste until the term grew into wide use, and, by the beginning of the following century had established itself in Europe. Certainly Addison, in one of his essays published in the Spectator, defined literary taste as the discernment and appreciation of that which is fundamentally excellent in literature in another essay, he defined it as a faculty which discerns the beauties of literature with pleasure and its imperfections with dislike. These two definitions, according to Coleridge, make of literary taste a rational activity but with a distinctively subjective bias. It remained for Ruskin, how...

ON A PENCIL by Lydia V. Arguilla

             I like to look at pencils displayed for sale at the stationer’s. I don’t buy them. I merely look at them.             I was reared by a mother who was always in a state of harassment over tuition fees, textbooks, paper and soon, for six children all going to school besides eating and growing, and therefore needing to be fed and clothed continually. Buying more than one pencil at a time was unheard of extravagance. The notion clings beyond logic and beyond need.             Someday, I may go to a stationer’s yet and treat myself to a whole box of pencils.             The sight of pencils unsharpened, their erasers virgin and whole gives me a nice feeling. Freshly sharpened pencils, the wood showing clean and new delight me. I like them a little stubby never pointed and ...

WHAT IS HOME?

When your mind is at ease and your heart is in bliss, you’re at home. The sense of belongingness that wraps you, the serenity of feeling augmenting felicity that acts as a canopy against the rain of negativity—that is home. Such word can’t be defined by the weight of one’s pocket or by the gem that incurved onto one’s wall. Whether one is living in a hut or one is possessing a building block, the word “home” can exist in both dwellings; for it is like the sun, fair and square it shines to everyone. Even if your house is floating on the widest sea, swaying on top of the tallest tree, or wuthering on Mars’s territory, as long as you’re living in glee, home is there. Home is a state of mind and it can exist anywhere.  Home is the summation of ideation bloomed from one’s perception. It started as a single seed, then sprouts; leaves and flowers came out, and the place where it rooted expands and turns firm. A simple word to the eye yet it contains a complex meaning that digs deep...