Two songs popularized during martial law speak of the time’s sentiments
A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines
The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.
Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years
Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins
The United States would support the Marcos dictatorship disguised as a “constitutional coup d’etat”
It was Imelda as much as Ferdinand who brought about the country’s ruination
| From Old Man Isko the Ragseller: A Patchwork of Memories
Kay hirap maging mahirap, kung hindi ka pa manginig sa galit ay hindi ka pa iintindihin.
| It’s so hard to be poor. If you don’t tremble with rage, they won’t try to understand you.
We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.
The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making
How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?
Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years
I became a full-time community organizer in 1971. The Marcos government declared martial law in September 1972. A month later, the Marcos military came and arrested me.
I wondered if Pia was right, then, if I was seeking something too dangerous to be handled, a bomb that would kill me someday.
A brief history lesson on the fourteen-year military-backed dictatorship in the Philippines
The minute I arrived at the University of the Philippines as a freshman, I joined the marches.
Marcos knew that power rested not just on fear and terror, but also censorship and propaganda.
On the urgency of remembering the fourteen years of Ferdinand E. Marcos, Sr.’s military-backed dictatorship in the Philippines
once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.
An interview with the Virginia Poet Laureate on poetry as witness, colonial history’s hauntings, and her longstanding poem-a-day practice
Perhaps it is now the other way around, / and I have become an almost-perfect lover, / caring little that the Gods love poets less.
“The ecology and economy of the region is under threat. This Transpacific Literary Project folio, Monsoon Notebook is for these essential, vanishing, and unruly waters.”
One of the challenges in this novel was to figure out a way in which time can be manipulated the way it’s so interestingly manipulated in film.
It’s not the bullet that makes you bolt, / but the very words /
emerging from the muzzle’s restraint / the classroom in disguise
Diwali is celebrated in various ways by South Asian peoples. The Sikh celebration adds politics to the mix.
Queens temples break from Western architecture and remake old buildings into new spaces for divine encounters
“He could’ve walked into Harlem and everybody knew ‘im. He could walk into Spanish Harlem, everybody knew him. The gangsters knew him and respected him because he stood up to them…”
…incoming donations were piled up two and three boxes deep on the sidewalk.
“The typhoon really hit me hard,” she said. “I live in New York, but I’m still Filipino.”
We set up a table with hot cider to stave off the chill, and little by little, over the course of three hours, 20 participants came by to strut their stuff…
In conversation with solitude.
Sisters Deanna Fei and Jessica Fei capture the many faces of Flushing: a home, a place of transit, a new territory.
After the family saw this photo, ‘they couldn’t sleep.’
A photo essay.