Greek Goddess of the Hunt, Forests and Hills, the Moon, Archery

Artemis is known as the goddess of the hunt and is one of the most respected of all the ancient Greek
deities. It is thought that her name, and even the goddess herself, may even be pre-Greek. She was the
daughter of ZEUS, king of the gods, and the Titaness Leto and she has a twin brother, the god APOLLO.
Not only was Artemis the goddess of the hunt, she was also known as the goddess of wild animals,
wilderness, childbirth and virginity. Also, she was protector of young children and was know to bring and
relieve disease in women. In literature and art she was depicted as a huntress carrying a bow and arrow.
Artemis was a virgin and drew the attention and interest of many gods and men. However, it was only
her hunting companion, Orion, that won her heart. It is believed that Orion was accidentally killed either
by Artemis herself or by Gaia, the primordial goddess of the earth.
In one version of the stories of Adonis – who was a late addition to Greek mythology during the
Hellenistic period – Artemis sent a wild boar to kill Adonis after he continued to boast that he was a far
greater hunter than her.
Facts about Artemis
 Artemis was daughter of Zeus and Leto and twin sister of Apollo.
 According to one source, Artemis was born a day before Apollo. She then served as a guardian
to him, which provided a context for her desire to protect and nurture.
 She was primarily a virgin huntress, goddess of wildlife and patroness of hunters.
 The bear was sacred to her.
 She guarded her virginity carefully. Actaeon and Orion tried to dishonor or rape her, but anyone
who threatened her purity met with a violent end.
 She was an important goddess in the lives of women, especially when it came to marriage and
young creatures.
 When one of her nymphs was seduced by Zeus, Artemis transformed her into a bear and then
killed her.
 She was sometimes associated with the goddess of the moon.
 Artemis acted out in anger whenever her wishes were disobeyed, especially if anyone
transgressed against the animals that were sacred to her.
 She punished Agamemnon, for example, when he killed a stag in her sacred grove.
 Artemis appealed to Zeus to grant her eternal virginity.
 Apollo and Artemis teamed up to kill the children of Niobe. Niobe bragged that she had birthed
more children than Leto (the mother of Apollo and Artemis). The twins then hunted her children
and killed them with their bows and arrows.
 Artemis was worshipped widely in Greece but only as a secondary deity.
 A temple built in her honor became one of the “Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.”
 At least two festivals were celebrated in her honor of Artemis: Brauronia and the festival of
Artemis Orthia.
 Homer referred to her as a mistress of wild animals.
 Artemis spent most of her time roaming the forests with her nymphs. She was described as both
hunting animals and protecting them.
 She armed herself with a bow and arrows made by Hephaestus and Cyclops.
 In art, Artemis is often accompanied by a stag or hunting dog.
 She is the protector of chastity and a nurturer of the young.
 Mabangis na Lungsod

. Ang gabi ay mabilis na lumatag sa mga gusali, lumagom sa malalaki’t maliliit na lansangan,
dumantay sa mukha ng mga taong pagal, sa mga taong sa araw-araw ay may bagong lunas na
walang bisa. Ngunit ang gabi ay waring maninipis na sutla lamang ng dilim na walang lawak
mula sa lupa hanggang sa mga unang palapag ng mga gusali. Ang gabi ay ukol lamang sa dilim
sa kalangitan sapagkat ang gabi sa kalupaan ay hinahamig lamang ng mabangis na liwanag ng
mga ilaw-dagitab.

Ang gabi ay hindi napapansin ng lalabindalawang taong gulang na si Adong. Ang gabi ay tulad
lamang ng pagiging Quiapo ng pook na iyon. Kay Adong, ang gabi’y naroroon, hindi dahil sa
may layunin sa pagiging naroon, kundi dahil sa naroroon, katulad ng Quiapo. Sa walang
muwang na isipan ni Adong, walang kabuluhan sa kanya kung naroon man o wala ang gabi— at
ang Quiapo.

Ngunit isang bagay ang may kabuluhan kay Adong sa Quiapo. Alisin na ang nagtatayugang
gusali roon, alisin na ang bagong lagusan sa ilalim ng lupa, alisin na ang mga tindahang
hanggang sa mga huling oras ng gabi’y mailaw at maingay. Huwag lamang matitinag ang
simbahan at huwag lamang mababawasan ang mga taong pumapasok at lumalabas doon, dahil sa
isang bagay na hinahanap sa isang marikit. Sapagkat ang simbahan ay buhay ni Adong.

Kung ilang hanay ang mga pulubing naroroon at mga nagtitinda ng tiket sa suwipistek, ng
kandila, ng kung anu-anong ugat ng punongkahoy at halaman. At sa mga hanay na iyon ay
nakatunghay ang simbahan, naawa, nahahabag. At nakatingala naman ang mga nasa hanay na
iyon, kabilang si Adong. Hindi sa simbahan kundi sa mga taong may puso pa upang dumukot sa
bulsa at maglaglag ng singko o diyes sa maruruming palad.

Mapapaiyak na si Adong. Ang tingin niya tuloy sa mga ilaw-dagitab ay parang mga piraso ng
apoy na ikinakalat sa kalawakan. Kangina pa siyang tanghali sa loob ng marusing na bakuran ng
simbahan. Nagsawa na ang kanyang mga bisig sa kalalahad ng kamay, ngunit ang mga
sentimong kumakalansing sa kanyang bulsa ay wala pang tunog ng katuwaan. Bagkus ang
naroon ay bahaw na tunog ng babala. Babalang ipinararamdam ng pangangalam ng kanyang
sikmura at sinasapian pa ng takot na waring higad sa kanyang katawan.

“Mama…Ale, palimos na po.”

Ang maraming mukhang nagdaraan ay malalamig na parang bato, ang imbay ng mga kamay ay
hiwatig ng pagwawalang-bahala, ang hakbang ay nagpapahalata ng pagmamadali ng pag-iwas.

“Singko po lamang, Ale…hindi pa po ako nanananghali!”

Kung may pumapansin man sa panawagan ng Adong, ang nakikita naman niya ay irap,
pandidiri, pagkasuklam. “Pinaghahanapbuhay ‘yan ng mga magulang para maisugal,” madalas
naririnig ni Adong. Nasaktan siya sapagkat ang bahagi ng pangungusap na iyon ay untag sa
kanya ni Aling Ebeng, ang matandang pilay na kanyang katabi sa dakong liwasan ng simbahan.

At halos araw-araw, lagi siyang napapaiyak, hindi lamang niya ipinapahalata kay Aling Ebeng,
ni kanino man sa naroroong nagpapalimos. Alam niyang hindi maiiwasan ang paghingi sa kanya
nito ng piso, sa lahat. Walang bawas.

“May reklamo?” ang nakasisindak na tinig ni Bruno. Ang mga mata nito’y nanlilisik kapag
nagpatumpik-tumpik siya sa pagbibigay.

At ang mga kamay ni Adong ay manginginig pa habang inilalagay niya sa masakim na palad ni
Bruno ang salapi, mga sentimong matagal ding kumalansing sa kanyang bulsa, ngunit kailan
man ay hindi nakarating sa kanyang bituka.

“Maawa na po kayo, Mama…Ale…gutom na gutom na ako!”

Ang mga daing ay walang halaga, waring mga patak ng ulan sa malalaking bitak ng lupa. Ang
mga tao’y bantad na sa pagpapalimos ng maraming pulubi. Ang mga tao’y naghihikahos na rin.
Ang panahon ay patuloy na ibinuburol ang karukhaan.

Ang kampana ay tumugtog at sa loob ng simbahan, pagkaraan ng maikling sandali, narinig ni

Adong ang pagkilos ng mga tao, papalabas, waring nagmamadali na tila ba sa wala pang isang
oras na pagkakatigil sa simbahan ay napapaso, nakararamdam ng hapdi, hindi sa katawan, kundi
sa kaluluwa. Natuwa si Adong. Pinagbuti niya ang paglalahad ng kanyang palad at pagtawag sa
mga taong papalapit sa kanyang kinaroroonan.

“Malapit nang dumating si Bruno…” ani Aling Ebeng na walang sino mang pinatutungkulan.
Manapa’y para sa lahat na maaaring makarinig

Biglang-bigla, napawi ang katuwaan ni Adong. Nilagom ng kanyang bituka ang nararamdamang
gutom. Ang pangambang sumisigid na kilabot sa kanyang mga laman at nagpatindig sa kanyang
balahibo ay waring dinaklot at itinapon sa malayo ng isang mahiwagang kamay. Habang
nagdaraan sa kanyang harap ang tao—malamig walang awa, walang pakiramdam—nakadarama
siya ng kung anong bagay na apoy sa kanyang gutom at pangamba. Kung ilang araw na niyang
nadarama iyon, at hanggang sa ngayon ay naroroon pa’t waring umuuntag sa kanya na gumawa
ng isang marahas na bagay.

Ilang singkong bagol ang nalaglag sa kanyang palad, hindi inilagay kundi inilaglag, sapagkat ang
mga palad na nagbigay ay nandidiring mapadikit sa marurusing na palad na wari bang mga
kamay lamang na maninipis ang malinis. Dali-daling inilagay ni Adong ang mga bagol sa
kanyang bulsa. Lumikha iyon ng bahaw na tunog nang tumama sa iba pang sentimong nasa
kanyang palad at sa kaabalahan niya’y hindi niya napansing kakaunti na ang taong lumalabas
mula sa simbahan. Nakita na naman ni Adong ang mga mukhang malamig, ang imbay ng mga
kamay na nagpapahiwatig ng pagwawalang-bahala, ang mga hakbang ng pagmamadaling pag-
iwas.
 “Adong…ayun na si Bruno,” narinig niyang wika ni Aling Ebeng.

Tinanaw ni Adong ang inginuso sa kanya ni Aling Ebeng. Si Bruno nga. Ang malapad na
katawan. Ang namumutok na mga bisig. Ang maliit na ulong pinapangit ng suot na gora.
Napadukot si Adong sa kanyang bulsa. Dinama niya ang mga bagol. Malamig. At ang lamig na
iyon ay hindi nakasapat upang ang apoy na nararamdaman niya kangina pa ay mamatay.
Mahigpit niyang kinulong sa kanyang palad ang mga bagol.

“Diyan na kayo, Aling Ebeng…sabihin ninyo kay Bruno na wala ako!” mabilis niyang sinabi sa
matanda.
“Ano? Naloloko ka ba, Adong? Sasaktan ka ni Bruno. Makita ka ni Bruno!”
. Narinig man ni Adong ang sinabi ng matanda, nagpatuloy pa rin sa paglakad, sa simula’y
marahan, ngunit nang makubli siya sa kabila ng bakod ng simbahan ay pumulas siya ng takbo.
Lumusot siya sa pagitan ng mga dyipni na mabagal sa pagtakbo. Sumiksik siya sa kakapalan ng
mga taong salu-salubong sa paglakad. At akala niya’y nawala na siya sa loob ng sinuot niyang
mumunting iskinita. Sumandal siya sa poste ng ilaw-dabitab. Dinama niya ang tigas niyon sa
pamamagitan ng kanyang likod. At sa murang isipang iyon ni Adong ay tumindig ang tagumpay
ng isang musmos sa paghihimagsik, ng paglayo kay Bruno, ng paglayo sa gutom, sa malalamig
na mukha, sa nakatunghay na simbahan, na kabangisang sa mula’t mula pa’y nakilala niya at
kinasuklaman. At iyon ay matagal din niyang pinakalansing.

“Adong!” Sinundan iyon ng papalapit na mga yabag.

25. Napahindik si Adong. Ang basag na tinig ay naghatid sa kanya ng lagim. Ibig niyang
tumakbo. Ibig niyang ipagpatuloy ang kanyang paglaya. Ngunit ang mga kamay ni Bruno ay
parang bakal na nakahawak na sa kanyang bisig, niluluray ang munting lakas na nagkaroon ng
kapangyarihang maghimagsik laban sa gutom, sa pangamba, at sa kabangisan.

“Bitawan mo ako, Bruno! Bitawan mo ako!” naisigaw na lamang ni Adong.

. Ngunit hindi na niya muling narinig ang basag na tinig. Naramdaman na lamang niya ang
malulupit na palad ni Bruno. Natulig siya. Nahilo. At pagkaraan ng ilang sandali, hindi na niya
naramdaman ang kabangisan sa kapayapaang biglang kumandong sa kanya.
 “THE WORLD IS AN APPLE”

The World Is An Apple' is a play in one act, written by Alberto S. Florentino and
directed by NickAgudo.It was first presented on television by the Caltex Star
Caravan on 24 July 1959 under the direction ofWilfrido Ma. Guerrero. It was
published in the The Sunday Times Magazine on 26 Sept 1954; in Jean Edades(ed)
More Short Plays of the Philippines, Manila, 1957; and Alberto S. Florentino's The
World Is An Appleand Other Prize Plays , Manila: Cultural Publishers, 1959. It
won the first prize in the one-act play categoryof the Don Carlos Palanca Memorial
Awards for Literature in 1953 and 1954.This play depicts social realities,
particularly of the problems of the urban poor. It tells the story of acouple who has
no money to buy food for their children. His husband spent their money for his
vices andhe lost his job for stealing. Falsely figuring out the situation as misfortune
he left his wife and daughter,went back to his partner in crime and did crimes again
to have money.
This is a story of how wrong decisions become greater burdens to a family.
Mario’s family happensto be in the lower bracket of society. He cannot even
provide for his family’s basic needs. Albeit all this
hardships, his wife Gloria, still manages to keep her good virtuous. She insists that
the way they are living
is a much better than the one they will have if they do wrong acts. But Gloria’s
entire constant reminder
to Mario did not prosper. Mario decided to come back to his old life of crime when
he lost his job when hetried to steal an apple for his daughter. He keeps on insisting
that his priority is to provide what his wifeand daughter needs. He left with Pablo,
his old crime buddy, even if Gloria pleaded very hard for him notto go with the
man.This is a sad representation of what is happening in the society today. Due to
lack of better
opportunities to heighten one’s standard of living, some become entangled with the
wrong crowd. By
doing so, these i
ndividuals do not help their family at all; instead, they end up worsening their
family’sproblem. It is man’s basic instinct that drives him towards his survival.
But, no matter what, he should not

forget that society expects him to conform to its norms

. One’s action is weighed right or wrong and thus
should be kept towards the proper action.
 BRIEF SUMMARY:
Mario's family happens to be in the lower bracket of society. As Mario got home
one night, Gloria, his wife,asked for money, which they needed to feed their
daughter. Mario told her that he doesn't have money.Gloria didn't believe him, and
asked him to tell the truth. Mario told his wife the truth - he was fired fromhis job.
The reason is because of an apple. He stole an apple for his daughter because he
thought that shewould like it - this part shows his love for his daughter. He left
with Pablo, his old crime buddy, even ifGloria pleaded very hard for him not to go
with the man.Narrator: Mario enters. sits down and buries his head in his hands.
Gloria crosses to him and lay a hand onhis shoulder.Gloria: I know something is
wrong. Mario, I can feel it. Tell me what it isMario: Gloria, I've lost my jobGloria:
Oh, no! How did you lose it? Mario! Have your sinful fingers brought you trouble
again?Mario: Now, now, Gloria Don't try to accuse me as they did. An apple! Yes,
and they kicked me out for it fortaking one single appleGloria: So that's what you
get. . .Mario: Could I guessed they would do that for one apple? When there were
millions of them? We werehauling them to the warehouse. I saw one roll out of a
broken crate. It was that big. Suddenly, I foundmyself putting it in my lunch bag.
Do you remember that day I took our little girl out for a walk? On our wayhome
we passed a grocery store that sold "delicious" apples at seventy centavos each.
She wanted me tobuy one for her but I did not have seventy centavos. She cried.
So, when I saw this apple roll out of crate, Ithought that Tita would love to have
it.Gloria: We're not rich. We can live without apples.Mario: Why? Did God create
apple trees to bear fruit for the rich alone? Didn't He create the whole worldfor
everyone?Gloria: So, for a measly apple, you lose a job! Filching an apple that's
too small a reason to kick a poor manout a work. You should ask them to give you
a second chance, Mario.Mario: They won't do that. Can't you see they had waiting
for me to make a slip like that? They've wantedto throw me out for any reason, so
that they may bring their men in.Gloria: You should complain. . .If I did, they
would dig up my police record. They will do anything to keep me out. But, don't
worry, I havefound a good job.Gloria: I know God wouldn't let us down. Mother
was wrong. You know, before we get married, she usedto tell me "Gloria, you'll
commit the greatest mistake of your life if you marry a good - for - nothing
loafer!."Oh, you've changed!

Pablo: Hmmmm. How romantic.Mario: Pablo!Gloria: What are you doing here?
What do you want?Pablo: Your daughter. . . how is she? Here, I'll loan you a few
pesos. It may help your daughter to get well.Gloria: No. Thank you. Mario has
stopped depending on you, since the day I took him away from yourclutches! I
have no regrets. Mario has none, either.Pablo: How you can be sure? When he and
I were pals we could go to first -class air- conditioned moviehouses every other
 day. I'll bet all the money I have here now that he has not been to one for four
years!Gloria: One cannot expect too much from honest money - we don'tPablo:
What is honest money? Does it buy more? Staying in this dungeon you call a
house, is that what youso beautifully call "honesty"?.Mario: Pablo!Gloria: I know
you have come to lead him back to your dishonest ways, but you can't.Pablo: You
call this living? This Gloria,, is what you call dying - dying slowly minute by
minute.Mario: Pablo, stop it!.Pablo: Tell her that you no longer believe in the way
she wanted you to live.Gloria: Oh! Mario, . . you promised me you were through
with him.Mario: Gloria. . . you . . . must understand . . . I tried long and hard . . .
but could not lift us out of this kind oflife. . .Gloria: You are not going with him,
You take good care of yourself and our child.(Mario walks away with Pablo,
Gloria stares dumbly at then.)Gloria: Mariooooo! ( she cover her face with her
dress and cries into it.)END