She grips a cup so hard it breaks and the heads  / rise all at once, “She’s here!”

By Soeun Seo
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The groundbreaking art and visual vocabulary of Chitra Ganesh

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自分が国民になりたい国家とはどんな国家か? |
What kind of state would I want to belong to as a national citizen?

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The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.

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Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins

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It was Imelda as much as Ferdinand who brought about the country’s ruination

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We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.

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A brief history lesson on the fourteen-year military-backed dictatorship in the Philippines

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The minute I arrived at the University of the Philippines as a freshman, I joined the marches.

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How an Asian American literary pioneer fell into obscurity

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An exploration of forms—confession, manifesto, and anthology

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Most of us who love the past live among what remains.

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By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.

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Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years

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The United States would support the Marcos dictatorship disguised as a “constitutional coup d’etat”

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The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making

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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.

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Marcos knew that power rested not just on fear and terror, but also censorship and propaganda.

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On the urgency of remembering the fourteen years of Ferdinand E. Marcos, Sr.’s military-backed dictatorship in the Philippines

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When the dead depart, it’s the living who are left behind, fractured beyond recognition

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What Totaram Sanadhya’s short story tells us about the space for solidarity

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The groundbreaking art and visual vocabulary of Chitra Ganesh

Essays

Most of us who love the past live among what remains.

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自分が国民になりたい国家とはどんな国家か? |
What kind of state would I want to belong to as a national citizen?

Essays

By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.

Essays

The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.

Essays

Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years

Essays

Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins

Essays

The United States would support the Marcos dictatorship disguised as a “constitutional coup d’etat”

Essays

It was Imelda as much as Ferdinand who brought about the country’s ruination

Essays

The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making

Essays

We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.

Essays

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.

Essays

A brief history lesson on the fourteen-year military-backed dictatorship in the Philippines

Essays

Marcos knew that power rested not just on fear and terror, but also censorship and propaganda.

Essays

The minute I arrived at the University of the Philippines as a freshman, I joined the marches.

Essays

On the urgency of remembering the fourteen years of Ferdinand E. Marcos, Sr.’s military-backed dictatorship in the Philippines

Essays

How an Asian American literary pioneer fell into obscurity

Essays

When the dead depart, it’s the living who are left behind, fractured beyond recognition

Essays

An exploration of forms—confession, manifesto, and anthology

Essays

What Totaram Sanadhya’s short story tells us about the space for solidarity