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
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.
A sleep-deprived layover in Frankfurt turns into an unexpected cultural education involving luxury shopping with strangers, a very hot pan, and a lecture about British colonial crimes.
Reflections on Singapore's cultural spaces, the commercialization of art, and the ongoing Palestinian struggle. Personal memories intertwined with political analysis.
First book purchase in 6 years becomes meditation on how rental capitalism reshapes our relationship to physical objects and intellectual property.
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...