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...Bund while gazing out at a relentlessly rising skyline. You can wander along the leafy boulevards of the former French Concession, pausing for a soy latte or a therapeutic browse in one of the fancy clothes shops on Hengshan Road. But now you can do art, too. Springing up amid the gleaming, dreaming towers are studios and galleries, large and small, testifying to the fact that where money grows, culture follows. Here are some of our favorites...
...Museum of Contemporary Art Nestling amid the trees and ponds of People's Park, the dramatic glass Museum of Contemporary Art, www.mocashanghai.org, opened two years ago and is the first privately owned, nonprofit contemporary art museum in the city. And boy is it contemporary. Screens flickering with slick animation created from images of old Shanghai; video projections that shift from fish to pebbles to branches; a roomful of storyboards inspired by manga - when I was there, these were all part of an exhibition tying in with Shanghai eArts, the biggest digital-arts festival in the world. Call...
Back in the spring of 1999, Ramadan Ilazi was among the nearly 1 million ethnic Albanians forced to flee Serb ruler Slobodan Milosevic's attempt to "cleanse" them from Kosovo. It was amid the endless lines of U.N.-issued tents in the Senokos camp in Macedonia that I first met this boy, known to his friends as Dani. As a reporter covering the Albanian exodus, I would talk to scores of refugees. But Dani, who was then 14 years old and looked no more than 10, would prove to be a one-in-a-million encounter...
...jobs in Riau. The forests and peatlands of the area are being transformed into plantations, and workers are being paid to plant tens of thousands of young oil-palm trees in fields stripped bare of their native vegetation by burning. As Suranto stoops and digs one hole after another amid the blackened stumps of an old tropical forest, he looks like a camp follower picking through the detritus of a still-smoldering battlefield...
...poetry differs from that of older Singaporean poets such as Edwin Thumboo and Lee Tzu Pheng, who typically concerned themselves with questions of national and cultural identity (indeed, Thumboo has spoken of Wong's "remarkable inwardness"). Wong worries less about his cultural provenance and more about his own isolation amid the boom and bustle of the cityscape. In one poem, he bemoans his distance from his mother: she "sits in front/ of the television every day,/ afloat in a dress too large/ for her body, fanning herself/ with a magazine, feigning contentment." He compares his father, who has refused...