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Curatorial Work

Curatorial Workshop

Transcultural Leadership Summit Zeppelin Universität 12 November 2021 In this back-to-back curatorial workshop, co-curators Kristian Jeff Agustin (Philippines), Yen Ooi (UK & Malaysia), and Martin Vidanes (Philippines) explore the ways […]
Curatorial Workshop

Poetry

Second Edition

for love and poetry: second edition ‘Your heart’s a maze … your love’s a riddle’ The second edition of #forloveandpoetry not only revisits the first edition which was published in […]
Second Edition

Poetry

At Werner

Can I melt. right this moment?    Like a sculpted candle.  waxing and waning,   wary of your flickering smile.  wanting to caress every inch of you.  wallowing in mixed and dazed madness.  wafting in the […]
At Werner

Poetry

2,020 Years

What is, we often ask, real? Is it the slightest thought that moves and shakes the ground or the tangible matter that lays still and fills the empty space? I […]
2,020 Years

Poetry

Lockdown Reading

Despite what threatens between the two of us land-grabbed territories and disputed seas false promises, debt traps, missing antibodies I would have kissed you back, again and again If only […]
Lockdown Reading

Poetry

Bark

Sunny eyes and gleaming teeth warm the still empty space in my room. Even in the middle of the night I hear the rumbling from his belly deep almost mimicking […]
Bark

Art

Made in ASEAN

MADE IN ASEAN: Online Exhibition www.aseanvisionproject.com      Who is Southeast Asia made of? We must beg this question of  who  instead of  what, because decades after Southeast Asian countries’ colonial histories the search […]
Made in ASEAN

Poetry

Hello, eve

No evening is not a night of song as soon as the clock’s bow strikes the strings of my heart. I shall hum the last few lines of our au […]
Hello, eve

Poetry

Note to shelf

But you couldn’t even read my mindeven if I were an open book, so to speak,a conduit for expletives and clichés if I were only, truly, as you imagined For […]
Note to shelf

Poetry

Gibberish

You cannot sing your breath is gushing with water your lungs are pumping gasps instead of gas When love is a cube perfected extremes that stretch straight to the core […]
Gibberish

Poetry

Quarter Past

Open the windows and let the scarce summer wind conjure figments and fragments distant memories. Remember how we were told to stay indoors from March until May only to let […]
Quarter Past