CISC Poetry

CISC Poetry

On March 16 the Cultural Impact Studies Club (CISC) hosted a World Poetry Day reading and contest. It was called Survival of Poetry of Witness. Prizes were awarded for the best 6 poems written in English and Burmese. About 100 people showed up, all Burmese except for the PAO, me and Amy (a cool woman…
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Stolen Youth: The story of a teenage political prisoner – Mizzima – Mar 17, 2011

I’ve asked around about this article. No one I know can verify this, the name, or details. Yet. That doesn’t mean it’s not authentic.  Stolen Youth: The story of a teenage political prisoner – Mizzima – Mar 17, 2011Thea Forbes Mae Sot, Thailand  – Soe Lwin is a slightly nervous, neatly dressed Burmese refugee waiting…
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Hledan

Hledan Half it is graveyard; half it is parkA frequented ground for mothersSearching for their lost sons;A place where one gets haunted Like in the wild jungles;A small forest groveThirsting for Paukharavassa* clouds;Naked footsteps everywhere in sight. Alongside the tearful fenceOf the city lightly adornedAnd on its streets prone to itching sensationsGandhi, the beggar,Sang songs…
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2011 New Year in Chaing Mai.

This is about last New Year’s celebrations. I went to Chiang Mai with Soe Soe. She went ahead of me for journalism training and I left a week later. We met at the Chaing Mai airport and our plan was to spend a few days there and then go to Mae Sot. Soe Soe’s brother…
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The Night Washed by Moonlight

Outside the smallest gloomy rooms towns, harbours, trees, everything you can see, and the blurish night are being washed by the yellow moonlight in peace and silence. Our bodies are not washed by the evne drops of the moonlight. Is the air dead or gone? We who are in cells know about losing moonlight and…
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Going to Napyidaw

  Weary of this road, its rocks and dust shakened and loosened under past footsteps,  the smell of dry leaves burn like cotton mouth in the hot sun over the plains of Dhamazeddi, where the river rules all, flowing wet dirt and turbulent in spaces, carrying history and its deposits along with seekers caught gazing into…
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State of Fear for Ex-Politcal Prisoners

The other day I met with two of my contacts in a Rangoon tea shop. They were telling me about an ex-prisoner of conscience who was recently released. It was a person I met at a cultural event the day after he was released. He was nervous, full of anxiety. He was being followed, he…
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Another Burma Prisoner of Conscience

Young blogger gets 12-year jail term – DVB – Feb 3, 2011By NAW NOREEN A man arrested last year in connection with the Rangoon bombings and later sentenced to two years’ in prison was yesterday given an additional 10 years under Burma’s draconian Electronics Act. Courts alleged that Kaung Myat Hlaing, 22, had also been…
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The Grim Reality of a Nice Day in Rangoon

by Daniel Opacki Leaving work early on weekday afternoon’s anywhere in the world is a welcoming turn. In Rangoon during January, the weather, air cool enough to notice but tropically warm to my skin, which is more accustomed to single digits this time of year, is the most pleasant I have breathed in months. With…
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The Night Was Washed By Moonlight

Outside the smallest gloomy rooms towns, harbours, trees, everything you can see in the blurish night was washed by the yellow moonlight in peace and silence. Our bodies were not washed by even the drops of moonlight. Is the air dead and gone? We who are in cells know about losing moonlight and fresh air…
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