Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life
One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore
By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.
A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines
Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins
The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.
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
The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making
Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years
I wondered if Pia was right, then, if I was seeking something too dangerous to be handled, a bomb that would kill me someday.
At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.
Two revolutionary songs popularized during martial law speak of the time’s anti-fascist sentiments
Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years
I was alone now, except the mold still had a strong presence I couldn’t ignore.
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.
How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?
We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.
“@nature, i avoid you,” “my life newly painted is well,” and “@nature, teach me things”
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.
Former Open City Fellow Mohamad Saleh answers ten questions about his writing life
One of the last newsstands in New York City is also a keeper of local lore
At night, I whisper the word for woman, then other, repeat again.
By throwing myself headlong into the awkward and frustrating experience of writing sex, I am ceding control of my narrative.
A notebook on the fiftieth anniversary of martial law being declared in the Philippines
Two revolutionary songs popularized during martial law speak of the time’s anti-fascist sentiments
Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins
Creating a life in the shadow of the martial law years
The “New Society” had its own tricks. Billions disappeared from the nation’s coffers, clowns filled legislative positions.
I was alone now, except the mold still had a strong presence I couldn’t ignore.
The United States would support the Marcos dictatorship disguised as a “constitutional coup d’etat”
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.
It was Imelda as much as Ferdinand who brought about the country’s ruination
How does it feel to watch / the seeds of your destruction / walk away from you?
The Marcoses have always been the masters of myth-making
We walked uphill where tall cogon grasses were already starting to don their silver shade.
Rebolusyonaryong panulaan noong panahon ng batas militar |
Revolutionary poetry during the martial law years
“@nature, i avoid you,” “my life newly painted is well,” and “@nature, teach me things”
I wondered if Pia was right, then, if I was seeking something too dangerous to be handled, a bomb that would kill me someday.