A Country Cried     

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She took everything she could carry when she left Japan

She didn’t know where she would find it

But she knew where she was going

On her way back to the islands

It had been a rich experience living in Japan

Lots of experiences

Too many to think about

She keeps flashing on the image of Junji

Yakusa Boyfriend


She said good bye

Without emotion

She had become very Japanese after four years

Living outside Kobe

In a small fishing village

She reached the islands

Came looking for a some brand new music

Something was out there

She could feel it drawing her there

This country and the people had become part of her

It was hot in Manila

Everyday it was hot

She was still living in Japan when he was killed

He was returning home

He was going to run for President

Democracy would return at long last

They really did believe in our democracy

The people embraced our values

They were thankful to us for saving them

She read about it one morning in Suma-ku

He was gunned down as he was leaving the plane

By some lone gunman

The gunman was seen in all the newspapers

Laying on the tarmac

Laying in the hot sun

For 12 hours

No one moved the body

But she knows that is not the truth

She was her way back to the island

He was walking down her dream path

When she saw him walking by

No glance

No look

He walked on

She took her dreams

Down to sea

And she dove in to the water

Her skin turned to bronze

Her hair turned golden blond

But he walked on

She saw his silhouette

As he sat beside the cave

His flute carried his feelings on the wind

And as his eyes secretly watched her

She took off all her covering

And she dove down

Into the sea of dreams

The girls began to gather around the fire

But still he avoided her

Until they told him of her music

Then the pain began

She watched his defenses grow

But on that first night

After the moon was full

They walked on down along the sea

They both lacked the strength

To leave it alone

And in their hearts

They pledged to all the stars above

That the music was their way

Of turning all that love on

They dove down

Into the sea of dreams

She brought the music back to the city

A Country Cried

When Ninoy Died

He was just trying

To right what was wrong

Put his people back on track

To where they once belonged

To where they once belonged

But they wouldn’t accept the changes

So they quickly rearranged it

When they killed this man

They thought it would

Be over

And done

Oh what a shame

Tell me brother

Who’s to blame?

A Country Cried

When Ninoy died

The recording was done in a studio in Manila

Upstairs the producer was meeting with the

Chief justices

Of the Supreme Court

To discuss the truth

Around Ninoy’s death

He would prove

That it was not Galman

Who shot Ninoy

But rather Galman

Had been killed the night before

And placed

In a refrigerated truck


Then he was thrown out

Onto the tarmac

Frozen son

Who killed Ninoy?

For 12 hours Galman lay there

After Ninoy’s death

12 hours

To allow him

To thaw out

It was surreal

All of it

The song was banned on government radio

But they played it on opposition radio

She had to leave the country

She was passionate

About his death

About the people

About the fact that

We were about to send


In military aid

To Ninoy’s country

She came back to her country

Everybody looked at her

Like she had already died

No one wanted to listen

She heard they were going to try and defeat him

So many candidates running

It was a circus

And in the end

It was Ninoy’s wife

Who was elected


People Power!













She left not of her own choice, but because it was the safer choice.

Following the movement of the people after Ninoy’s death, there was an effort by the govenrnment to frighten the people. Each individual or group of individuals that participated in this People Power Movement, was subject to their homes and businesses being burned down.

The oppressed rose up, fought back and won their country back.


There have been many “Becoming-Rain” moments in my life that could be referred to as “deciding to live” moments.

My first memory as a very small child was noticing the first bud on a tree branch in the very early Spring in the backyard.

It is an indelible memory that triggers each year after the winter solstice.

I think I decided that I was living and knew that I was a part of something bigger than me.

I began to live when I first saw the lights of a theatrical stage, and danced my first ballet.

I decided to live when dance became my language as young girl.

I began to live when I stepped on an airplane at the ripe age of 18 years old and headed out west in the middle of my senior year of high school. I stepped away from a male dominated family, and culture, and began the journey I am still traveling today.

I decided to live when I remained there, and in the end, attended University of California, Berkeley; priceless years, most of the great artists and scholars I studied with have passed on, but they were some of the ground breakers in Modern Art.

I began to live when I stood up for the rights of the Filipino people under the dictatorship of Marcos…as an ex-peace corps volunteer using my voice to speak through my music…

People Power followed that movement…

I began to live when I walked into the studio of Peter Voulkos,

His energy and huge personality filling my senses with the possibility of Art as a life…

And I decided to live as an artist in the darkened art history auditoriums of the great art historian Peter Seltz. Wild haired and magical, he transformed my vision of how it was possible to transform the world through Art.

I decided to live when I committed my life to Art, through teaching, through creating, by exploring many mediums, and continuing in the search for meaning in my art making, no matter the medium.

I decidcd to live when I gave Bob Dylan a painting, and he thanked me from the stage.

I bought a guitar and began my musical journey.

I decided to live when I took the stage for the first time at The Earl of Old Town in Chicago and became Patti Rain.

I decided to live when I married Rio.

I decide to live when we committed to the Wicker Park house and created a beautiful home out of rubble.

I decided to live when I took on two adopted children, both special needs amidst teaching 1200 kids a year

I decided to live when I retired from CPS, and chose to focus on my Art.

I decide to live when I accepted the LRMFA program’s invitation…

I keep on Living ….through the pain, and the memories…and the joys…

I continue to make the decision to live.

Making the decision to live for me, happens each time I make the choice that will allow me to continue to grow as an artist. There is always the dilemma of time and place, there is never enough time. But when deciding to live you accept the inevitable that time requires and try to use and bend time. The artist clock is an eternal and internal clock connected to nature and the seasons, connected to the pulse of humanity, each time we choose to live, we expand our possibilities as humans and the possibilities of what can contribute to the other humans on the planet.

Deciding to Live is a decision to BE.





The day begins

I crawl through the opening

A barrier between this plane and this reality,

Into the dense images produced through

Attentive Listening


Listening for the portal, I jump through

Allowing my body to become the tool

Automatically stretching the sound in my ear,

To the touch of my fingers, through the pen

I am in my body

I imagine space


A dark background, the stars like smoke or fog, so dense, so thick, almost cloud like

Pushing and pulling sound

Like a Hoffman painting, thick with color

Meant to open the channels of inner space


That one low range

Always the lower chakra

Hitting and stirring sensations

Moving now into a spiral form

Each note expanding






Pay Attention
The waters are receding
Pay Attention
The Bees are dying
Pay Attention!
The Last Black Rhino stands alone
Looking back into my memory of a gentler time
A time when Evolutionary Dead End was not such a possible idea

Pay Attention
The soldiers gather
They are so very young, not yet 13, with seething anger
They pick up their Russian made weapons
They scream threats to us as we drive through the throng of children Eyes red with tears
Parents laying dead on the ground
Brother gone
Sister gone
Family no more