From Hong Kong Without Us | How could poetry ever be homegrown in Hong Kong, when literature is just another costume of colonization, when poems sit rotting in the most secret cells of people’s hearts?
By Ploi Pirapokin | What happens after a fire? Who dusts, sweeps, and tosses the remains out into open fields, to sow, replant, and tend to new growth? Do you need to know how a burn feels to recognize what it is like to be soothed?
“Mythology is a veil I use to cloud my modes of expression in.”
By Elizabeth Hay | Science gives some of us clear and logical explanations for phenomena that superficially appear to be chaotic. We calmly list the molecules and products, and balance equations; “energy” is not scary if we can predict and measure it.
“Memory is not a fixed or static image, but is instead a continuous project of re-collection and remembering of those fragmentary bodies, objects, and spaces.”
By Brady Ng | I am not alone when I say that, for years, an ambient presence has been percolating, waiting to be named, impossible to ignore if you care about the place you call home and the strangers who share it with you.
By Karen Cheung | On loving Blur and hating The Magic Whip