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Different Contextual Reading Strategies in Literature
Different Contextual Reading Strategies in Literature
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create an intended perception of the writing for the reader.
__________ 12. All the authors in the world have different backgrounds
which are reflected in their written works.
A. Discover me!
Directions: Identify the word defined in each number. Fill in the blanks
to complete the word.
1. b _ o g It involves more than just the basic facts like education,
r_p_y work, relationships, and death; it portrays a person's
experience of these life events
Green Sanctuary
(Former Title: Surveyors of the Liguasan Marsh)
Chapter 1
The two of them --- Alberto Gonzales and his cousin Francisco --- were
on top of the papaya tree by the house in Zamboanga. They were then
still boys. Suddenly, the papaya tree started to sway toward the house.
Before he and his cousin could climb down, the three fell. The papaya'’
top broke off against the edge of the galvanized iron roof and came down
upon both of them: fruit, flowers, leaves, and all. They were too shocked
and scared of his mother and Tia Isabel, who were in the yard nearby, to
cry.
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“What was that, Albertito?” said the mother, using his pet name.
“Nada, mama,” he said. “Nothing” --- although they were standing there,
the papaya tree trunk still between their legs, for they had had no time
to climb down because the tree fell so quickly.
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“Ooohhhh,” she said. She never once looked at them, not even to turn
her head for a glance, since she was too busy talking to their aunt.
“Then what was that racket I heard?” She went on talking, not looking at
them still.
“It was nothing, mama,” he said. “Nada, nada,” although the leaves,
flowers, and fruit were still coming down on them like rainfall.
The two squatted there under the eaves, Alberto and his cousin
Francisco, not moving a hair, really scared to move so as not to catch his
mama’s or their aunt’s attention.
They were then still boys.
Chapter 2
For was he not a Zamboangueño, born and raised in Zamboanga, with
Moros as his childhood playmates? Quite often, outside of his home
town, in the Visayas or in Luzon, he was mistaken for a Moro.
“You must be a datu,” the dimpled whore from Culi-Culi, a haven for
worn out prostitutes in Manila, had said to him while putting the money
away under her elastic panty belt.
He had tipped her generously for one lay and treated her more gently
than he would a decent girl. “No, no, I’m not a datu,” he said, sitting up
on the side of the pallet and gazing at the icon of Christ on a tiny altar
up against a wall. “Why do you say I’m a datu?”
She sat up on the pallet too, and, wrapping her arms round him, leaned
her head on the small of his back. She said, “Did you not say you were
from Zamboanga?”
“It does not mean I’m a Moro,” he said. Her hair brushed against his
back. Under a glaring electric ceiling bulb, he was naked but for his
socks, which he had not taken off. While screwing her he had felt silly
and had even once turned his head to look at his stockinged feet. “Much
less am I a datu,” he said, “just because I gave you a big tip.”
Because Alberto had treated her decently, gently, the whore said she
would give him an extra lay. He said, “No, no, no, thanks,” and
immediately felt so proud for having self-control and strong will. And yet
one lay was truly enough, because before the week was over he had the
clap, and while pissing into the toilet bowl in his boarding-house in
Sampaloc, Manila, to relieve the burning sensation he broke the toilet
bowl cover, and two days or so later he
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nearly broke his head when he slipped on the bathroom tiles. He made
up his mind then to see a doctor who had his clinic on the unlit ground
floor of a half-demolished building in front of the University. The doctor
gave him a long sermon on morality and the virtues of Saint Ignatius
Loyola, the soldier saint and patron of fornicators, but after over half an
hour had not written any prescription for his social disease. Alberto
stood up to leave, and the doctor nonchalantly asked him where in the
devil’s name he was going without the prescription. Alberto changed his
voice to an effeminate’s, and said, “I’m going to see a preacher.”
Chapter 3
In a way crudely, that was his life --- always going crack, crack, crack. Or
perhaps more like a duck’s nervous quack, quack, quack. But there was
always a crack a cleavage, a break, and somehow, he was always
responsible for it. He was never conscious of it happening at the time.
The exact moment could only be traced back --- or, sometimes, foreseen
--- but at that infinitesimal moment when the break, aayyiiieee, the
crack came: never!
He left some girls (not so many as he would like to boast or pretend to
have had to his friends by his non-committal silence when the subject of
girls and prostitutes was brought up) --- before that rumble near the
school, over a girl, in Zamboanga. He would like to think he left them,
but now looking back and being true to himself, it seemed they had
drifted away when that crack came.
And as for Myrna, that moment came some two years ago. They were
standing by the side of the Liberal Arts building, in half darkness, the
concrete parade ground walk hard and firm under his feet.
“I have mother’s jewelry and some money I saved in my handbag,” she
said. She smiled, so sweetly, and her face seemed to light up in the half
darkness. It was as though she had smiled into his face, sending
radiation of light into his with her love and trust in him.
He wanted to ask what she was doing with her mother’s jewelry, with the
money. But then it suddenly came to him that her reply might force him
to a commitment, irrevocable and implacable --- to say yes to her. So,
instead he said, “Won’t your mother be angry if she discovers the loss of
her jewelry?”
“Does it matter when we are gone?” she said. And he saw the light in her
face begin to dim. Still, she looked radiant standing there before him in
her green and-white school uniform, so beautiful and desirable. He ached
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wanting her. But was he ready to pay for tonight’s and all the night’s
screwing for the rest of his life by running away with her now and
eventually marrying her?
He tried not to look into her face when he said, “Maybe we should think
more about this. Why don’t we talk about this again tomorrow?”
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Finally, the light, the glow in her face, dimmed: but oh! she was so
beautiful still. And then, suddenly, quiet and pitiful, she stood there with
her mother’s jewelry and the little money she had saved in her bag. She
did not say anything, although her eyes said, painfully, to him --- or so
he imagined ---
“You goddamn coward! You pitiful (how ironical), goddamn coward!”
And then crack, crack, crack! And nothing he could say or do afterwards
would change that scene or bring back the light, the radiance in her
lovely, innocent face. Crack, and that finally was lost. O that I shall die!
And then there was Baby. He called her Baby, although her real name
was Concepcion. She was a quiet, silent young girl, very dark, not so tall
as Myrna, but more vivacious, easily excited: more soft in your arms,
liquid-like, the moment you touched her. The two of them were in the
unlit operating room of the town hospital, in the darkness, and she was
in her immaculately white nurse’s uniform, since she was on night-
duty.
“You mean do it here?” he said, incredibly, holding both her hands in his
and looking round for the operating table. He hardly could see it in the
darkness; and there, in the unlit operating room, only her white nurse’s
uniform reflected the shafts of faint moonlight coming through the
windows.
“Why not?” she said, as she withdrew one hand and quickly thrust it
inside his pants. She was panting then, and he thought he saw her red
lips parting, hot, moist, falling like dewy rose petals.
But he was not ready: trembling and scared that if he gave in he would
have to be tied up with her every moment for the rest of his life. Or,
perhaps he wanted to show her he was much more gallant than other
young men, “mas galante;” and had more dignity by refusing her: to quell
her soaring passion on the operating table. “What if the head nurse sees
us!” he whispered, stalling for time. “She comes in here during her
rounds.”
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Really, she did not say anything, but in the closeness of her mouth and
her breasts he felt her silent laughter begin to rise, to tremble as much
as he trembled then --- and to soar up her throat before breaking with
contempt and hate for him. This he had not expected. And now,
viciously, he heard her say, although she never said a word above a hiss,
heard her say, spitefully, lashing her hiss-words like a horse-whip across
his face: “Miss Lydia Tamparong! She lays more men here on the
operating table a night than there are patients operated on by Dr.
Carreon in a week!”
He lost her. He tried to capture the falling petals, to open her red roughed
wet lips with his, but catlike she withdrew; hiss-falling away silently,
invisibly, wafting down in the air-current of her hissing when he tried to
kiss her again. And he swore just as silently: Dear God! Dear, dear God!
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Briefly answer the following questions:
1. Was the setting vividly described by the author? Explain.
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2. Linguistic Context
3. Sociocultural Context
novel:
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Directions: Compose a song based on the moral that you learned from
the “Green Sanctuary”. Choose a melody of your song by adapting from
other Filipino songs like “Ako ay Pilipino.”
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Directions: Encircle the letter that corresponds to the correct answer.
11. It refers to the economic, political, social, and religious situations that
existed during a certain period and place.
A. biographical context B. sociocultural context
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C. linguistic context D. historical context
12. It refers to the context within the discourse, that is, the relationship
between the words, phrases, sentences, and even paragraphs.
A. linguistic context B. cultural context
C. biographical context D. sociocultural context
13. It is formed by the beliefs, education, culture, and experiences of the
author.
A. linguistic context B. cultural context
C. biographical context D. sociocultural context
14. It includes using stories, analyzing newspaper headlines, and looking at
slang and idiomatic language.
A. linguistic context B. cultural context
C. biographical context D. sociocultural context
15. It is the social, political, cultural, economic, and environmental situations
that influence the events or trends we see that happened during the time a text
is written.
A. Sociocultural context B. Linguistic context
C. Historical context D. Postcolonialism
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