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                    [Title] => You had me at ‘lit’
                    [Summary] => 
Reading is a way of broadcasting the kind of person you want to be perceived as. Something especially significant when you’re making the rounds in that unforgiving, highly selective sport called dating.

                    [DatePublished] => 2014-02-14 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 134405
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1732449
                    [AuthorName] => Samantha King
                    [SectionName] => Young Star
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                    [Title] => Men of letters
                    [Summary] => 
I’m an incorrigible pack rat; I keep restaurant receipt and bus tickets from the 1970s, business cards from associates long forgotten or even departed, and notes and memos from various points of my engagement with one bureaucracy or other.

                    [DatePublished] => 2013-12-30 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 135214
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1804847
                    [AuthorName] => Butch Dalisay
                    [SectionName] => Arts and Culture
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                    [Title] => Loving ‘An Enemy of the People’
                    [Summary] => One hundred twenty-one years after it was first published, Henrik Ibsen’s classic book An Enemy of the People remains truthful and challenging. I love it because Ibsen wrote it like a parable where he poured out his wrath on political hypocrisy, ignorant majority rule and giving in to lies and deceit in the name of socio-economic concerns. In fact, if the enemy in this play is a real person, he will gain my respect and I will be his friend.
                    [DatePublished] => 2004-02-29 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Francisco I. Austria
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                    [Title] => On forgiving the unforgivable
                    [Summary] => I know I hung on that windswept tree,

Swung there for nine long nights, 

Wounded by my own blade, 

Bloodied for Odin,

Myself an offering to myself:

Bound to the tree 

That no man knows

Whither the roots of it run

None gave me bread,

None gave me drink.

Down to the deepest depths this I peered 

Until I spied the Runes.

With a roaring cry seized them up, 

Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.

Well-being I won 

And wisdom too.

From a word to a word,

I was led to a word,

From a deed to another deed.


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                    [AuthorID] => 1386314
                    [AuthorName] => Jess Q. Cruz
                    [SectionName] => Arts and Culture
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                    [Title] => Peregrinating with ‘Peer Gynt’
                    [Summary] => Down on a wooded hillside on a hot day in summer, a strapping lad of 20 is striding briskly, pissed off by his skinny widowed mother who is following close at his heels, haranguing him for being such a lazy bone. The young man tries to silence the old woman with a tall tale about a buck he had shot in the forest but the animal was only grazed by his bullet and it had turned around and charged him with its antlers.
                    [DatePublished] => 2001-12-10 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 133225
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1386314
                    [AuthorName] => Jess Q. Cruz
                    [SectionName] => Arts and Culture
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                    [Title] => To Damascus: Damnation or deliverance
                    [Summary] => On the anvils of Odin in the Land of the Midnight Sun were forged the metals of modern drama in the last two decades of the 19th century. The Norwegian Henrik Ibsen hammered into shape the bronze of the theater of realism and the Swede August Strindberg the iron of naturalism and the steel of expressionism.


                    [DatePublished] => 2001-08-13 00:00:00
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You had me at ‘lit’

By Samantha King | February 14, 2014 - 12:00am

Reading is a way of broadcasting the kind of person you want to be perceived as. Something especially significant when you’re...

Young Star

Men of letters

By Butch Dalisay | December 30, 2013 - 12:00am

I’m an incorrigible pack rat; I keep restaurant receipt and bus tickets from the 1970s, business cards from associates...

Arts and Culture

Loving ‘An Enemy of the People’

By Francisco I. Austria | February 29, 2004 - 12:00am

One hundred twenty-one years after it was first published, Henrik Ibsen’s classic book An Enemy of the People remains truthful and challenging. I love it because Ibsen wrote it like a parable where he poured...

Sunday Lifestyle

On forgiving the unforgivable

By Jess Q. Cruz | December 2, 2002 - 12:00am

I know I hung on that windswept tree, Swung there for nine long nights, Wounded by my own blade, Bloodied for Odin, Myself an offering to myself: Bound to the tree That no man knows Whither the roots of...

Arts and Culture

Peregrinating with ‘Peer Gynt’

By Jess Q. Cruz | December 10, 2001 - 12:00am

Down on a wooded hillside on a hot day in summer, a strapping lad of 20 is striding briskly, pissed off by his skinny widowed mother who is following close at his heels, haranguing him for being such a lazy bone....

Arts and Culture

To Damascus: Damnation or deliverance

By Jess Q. Cruz | August 13, 2001 - 12:00am

On the anvils of Odin in the Land of the Midnight Sun were forged the metals of modern drama in the last two decades of the 19th century. The Norwegian Henrik Ibsen hammered into shape the bronze of the theater of...

Arts and Culture