Defeated, But Never Cried
Moon-like flowers, / in the majestic medicinal land of snow, / bubbles of joy now mounting up.
Moon-like flowers, / in the majestic medicinal land of snow, / bubbles of joy now mounting up.
Chinese propaganda would be a truly frightening thing if it achieved the level of success that the government hopes or believes that it does.
You might also ask how can denying China the right to host the Olympics for the second time help bring China in the global family?
Review of book A Tibetan Revolutionary by Melvyn Goldstein
What is clear is that Phunwang was the victim of a revolution betrayed. This excellent, detailed account of his life will help future generations to decide for themselves whether he was indeed a good guy or not.
An account of the participation of the writer’s mother and father in the making of the film Seven Years in Tibet.
I rose in the morning hoping the sun will shine, / The Barkhor filled with bright prospects
It has been a long journey of shifting Chinese images for exile Tibetans.
Review of article “Language, Literature and Representation in Tibet” by Tsering Shakya
There are two very important features to this collection of stories, which both has literary interest and signifies the shifting terrain of Chinese rule in Tibet.
Review of book Anything for Tibet, My Beloved Country by Thupten N Chakrishar
A first fictional novel in English by a Tibetan in exile; a first literary output of its nature by a Tibetan student in exile.
Review of book Tibet, Tibet: A Personal History of a Lost Land. by Patrick French
Tibet, Tibet. The title of Patrick French’s latest book intrigued me. Vaguely suggestive of a biblical lament, it also hinted at a kind of patient reproach, of the sort that Sir Isaac Newton is said to have dished out to his pet dog after it knocked over a candle and set fire to his research papers.
This piece was written to remind Tibetans of the forgotten anniversary of our national revolution. All Tibetans need to be reminded of this, especially those who made it into exile.
I became motionless, / When the shadow of a ghost appeared. / My heartbeat has slowed,
A short biography of Lhamo Tsering, Tibetan resistance leader, chief liaison officer between the CIA and the rebel forces, and Minister for Security at CTA.
Dharamshala seems to be getting crowded these days. Earlier, the only crowd was the white crowd of the British Raj. But they left when the empire folded up.
The revival of Lhamo (Tibetan opera) in exile Tibetan society, and a history of the Tibetan Institute of Performing Arts.
An account by Lodey Lhawang, mother of Jamyang Norbu, of her family, and a family trip in Tibet about 1927 when she was nine years old.
The entire business of countries having specific “national” flags is in itself a fairly recent development, and a quite artificial one at that.
If you only drag me out / I’ll accept all your accusations / And sign the confession documents.
A dark fog / wrapped itself around Lhasa
Life threatened / Separated / By the devils hand