Crash course in Shakespeare. Source: http://tinyurl.com/bbbl6s3
Yup. This. :)
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In pursuit of more Awesome (look how much we love you), the PML Tumblr Team recently paid a visit to the Lopez Museum and Library. Look at all those beautiful paintings by National Artist Fernando Amorsolo hanging on the wall.
A special shoutout to the lovely librarians who gladly took out reams and reams of material to help us with our research on #EDSA27. As we were making our way through the first batch of books, one of the librarians challenged us: “Give up na kayo? Marami pa!” (“Have you given up? There’s more!”) So, yes. More coming your way.—JLA
It was loads of fun! And this image of Manila burning was just too much for the heart to handle.
“The body is a statement and challenge to not only the audience but also the writers and works the readers are reading.”
Read more from Rae Bryant on Naked Girls Reading Series here.
Photo Credit Yana Paskova/The New York Times.
Up in the rice terraces of the Cordillera mountain range of the Philippines live the last few tattooed women of Kalinga. Traditional tattooing is seen as archaic and painful by the younger generations of Kalingas. As an Indigenous group that has successfully fought against colonizing forces, it is losing the practice of traditional tattooing because of the changing perspective of beauty and interpretations of the practice by outside scholars.
Studies on the tradition interpreted the practice to show that men were given tattoos because of brave acts during tribal wars while the women were given tattoos just to decorate their bodies. Men who attempt to get traditional tattoos without acts of bravery are shunned by the community and are now unable to continue the practice without facing criminal charges from the government. Women are unconstrained by the same reasons but are struggling to continue the practice because of the pervasive western interpretations of aesthetics that changed the perceptions of “beauty” in Kalinga. To the women of Kalinga, the batok or the tattoo goes beyond beauty and prestige but it is symbolic of the traditional values of women’s strength and fortitude.
The traditional tattoo is an indigenous body art, an expression of the psychological dimensions of life, health, love and it defines local perceptions of existence. Sadly there is now a decline of the traditional art among indigenous women brought about by the changing perspective of the meaning of the tattoo and its stigmatized practice. It is now considered a vanishing art along with the gatekeepers of the knowledge associated with it.
The Last Tattooed Women of Kalinga by Jake Verzosa. Jake Verzosa is a freelance photographer based in Manila.
I love this series by Jake V. He really captured the women very well. I also recall meeting the woman above Fang-Od (the one on the extreme right) She watched when I got inked. Beautiful, these ladies.
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This site has lost its spark. Perhaps it’s time to migrate, noh?
Our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space. It applies itself to space like a hand to an instrument, and when we wish to move about we do not move the body as we move an object. We transport it without instruments as if by magic, since it is ours and because through it we have direct access to space. For us the body is much more than an instrument or a means; it is our expression in the world, the visible form of our intentions. Even our most secret affective movements, those most deeply tied to the humoral infrastructure, help to shape our perception of things.
—Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Primacy of Perception (via soccer-tease)
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Theory is taught so as to make the student believe that he or she can become a Marxist, a feminist, an Afrocentrist, or a deconstructionist with about the same effort and commitment required in choosing items from a menu.
—Edward Said, Culture and Imperialism (1993), Chap 4, Sect 2 (via ardora)
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Narrative originates in the heart, time’s
pendulum and apostrophe, until the heart’s scales
are swung to a standstill, to a breathing balance,
a light meridian of the hemispheres…
—Derek Walcott, from “The Prodigal” (via weissewiese)
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