新生事物春满园 妇女顶起半边天
The Garden is full of new things/Women hold up half the sky
We were people who wanted to write and create things and Change The World through their art. We didn't have a unified vision. We didn't have a manifesto or an artistic movement or patron saint or even a name. In fact, less than half of us knew how to read.
An uneventful wedding unexpectedly becomes an hour long debate about Dostoevsky, existentialism and the necessity of suffering.
Perhaps it is the sight of a sweet young succulent exotic Asian boy, or the intoxicating power of the State, but every time I pass into a Schengen or Oceanic country I am subjected to a meticulous molestation and body search...
An auraful ML takes down a misbehaving lumpen. Reflections on the best driving test timings, cures for loneliness and a surprise mythological creature.
Examining the social dynamics of Israeli backpackers in Indochina and Chinos in medieval Spanish fortresses.
Of the socialist countries existing today, the Lao PDR is talked about the least. The PRC, DPRK, Vietnam and Cuba often come up in both Western and Global South news, so why is the Lao PDR never mentioned?
Two gentleman face each other across a chessboard. One is a world champion, leaning back in his chair. The other, an amateur player, beads of sweat running down his temples. It is the late 1930s, they...
Perhaps it is the sight of a sweet young succulent exotic Asian boy, or the intoxicating power of the State, but every time I pass into a Schengen or Oceanic country I am subjected to a meticulous molestation and body search...
I think if you're publishing a postmodern novel you should paste a big sticker on the novel cover saying "POSTMODERN NOVEL" to prevent all the headaches and suffering.
I was having my morning coffee last Wednesday when I saw a disturbing news video. An unarmed woman had been shot and killed by a state officer while reversing away. Apparently she was stopped. This al...
Juan Villoro is one of the best living writers today. Reading Juan Villoro is like cycling out of the city to the mountains and gulping down 200ml of dewy spring air. Reading Juan Villoro is like work...
"We were stupid and generous, as young people are, giving everything and asking for nothing in return, and now those young people are gone, because those who didn't die in Bolivia died in Argentina or...
The male voice calls out from behind me, “What are you looking at, boy?” Overtaking on my right, a balding man in his fourties, wearing a work jacket with white dust on the right shoulder. I make eye ...
I met an old schoolmate at my friend’s wedding last week. He was drunk out of his mind, rattling off facts about Baudrillard and Balinese poetry to me (it was the only wedding out of three he had to a...
A translation is never a word-for-word reproduction of the original. Neither is it a technical process like programming or solving an equation. Like a thief, the translator must steal the words of the author, smash the original and rearrange them to form a kettle from the hull of a battleship.
How the US Empire conquered Latin America.
This book is often recommended as a historical primer of US imperialism. A lot of it is history, which I've condensed into a couple of important sections here. There are not many annotations as it's ...
A few weeks ago I finished reading Comrade Lenin's analysis on the State. What is the State, why does it wither away, what should the State look like after the revolution. He answers everything here and puts it into practice in the 1917 Revolution.
I was on zero sleep, all gas, no brakes, running on adrenaline and cheap airport coffee. I was only getting 8 hours in Germany but I was going to make every second worth it.
Postcol fiction sucks. But postcolonial theory is real and raw – is what Said taught me. Where fiction stumbles on its awkward metaphors and framing devices, Fanon and Said hit the hammer right on the nail and drive their knives deep into the metaphorical point.
I remember when I first went to the Projector. I was with my friends walking along down Geylang Road after eating Vietnamese food...
Yesterday I dropped by the Peninsular Mall basement to drop off my guitar for servicing. The place has remained largely unchanged...
The following is an excerpt from European Boredom Diary by Juzo Itami, translated by me. Juzo Itami was a pioneering Japanese filmmaker...