Culture and Media

7 September 2021. The Spectator Not all suns are the same. For example, this one today in the hospital, came mixed with the light of half past four, and a lot of interrogations; it is almost surreal to see how…

The three-day mourning period for the tribute and last salute to the body of Mikis Theodorakis is concluded today with the presence of the President of the Republic, political leaders, people of spirit and personalities of the struggles and the…

In 2014, After sixteen years in exile, I was able to return to my native Colombia. My mother was dead already, so the last time I saw her was the day in 1998 when I boarded the plane with the…

MEDIA     Guwahati: Journalists’ Forum Assam (JFA) commends the concern expressed by the Madras High Court in a recent directive to the Tamil Nadu government to constitute a press council so that the menace of fake news/journalists can be…

POEM     Intention is an arrow Released through time. Moving across the arc of space Traveling through the air.   The arrow seeks its mark It’s trajectory is clear. Point by point it traces a course A path for…

PHILIPPINE CINEMA     by Ma. Agnes Prieto The truth he speaks is profound yet accessible– from depths of the clear blue seas and mystic lakes, the richness of forest green and the magical mystery life of tribal Palawan. Easily…

MEDIA     Geneva/Guwahati, 2 September 2021: The list of journalists dead from Covid-19 is still growing, where more than 1,754 media workers have succumbed to the novel coronavirus in 80 countries during the last 18 months, said the global…

This letter from Guledagudda’s Kanaves weavers was written on the occasion of handloom day and posted on the Khanaweaves social media: “When the second wave of #COVID19 hit in May and June this year, we were suddenly in extreme distress.…

POEM   For all the misfits in the world Who couldn’t settle into this old mold For all the searchers of their own space Who want to find their own grace         Love the reality you build.…

POEM     by Erlie Lopez I catch the sky pale pink and blue on a late afternoon I walk around the block. Such fitting canopy on a nearly empty street where hopes hang on frozen air. The scrawny man…