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pro vyhledávání: '"intouchable"'
Autor:
Deliege, Robert
Publikováno v:
Anthropology Today. Apr98, Vol. 14 Issue 2, p14. 3p. 1 Black and White Photograph.
Autor:
Bilal, Mushtaq
Publikováno v:
Angles.
This paper explores how Mohammed Hanif’s 2011 novel Our Lady of Alice Bhatti challenges the construct of “Pak-ness” (purity), which is at the heart of the idea of Pakistan and Pakistani national identity. I argue that Joseph Bhatti, the father
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=doi_dedup___::f97a70ebbe44d4bbdfb89c73febc4146
https://doi.org/10.4000/angles.5259
https://doi.org/10.4000/angles.5259
Autor:
Ati, Yalan
Untitled Poem Don’t poke through my wordslooking for anything at allto give you pleasure: Half burnt bone ashesand the souls of ancestorslong since dead lie stillin those words, and in the stench of these linesyou will smell blood,blood oozing outo
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::30cab00569693da870813a1a1dae4ff8
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7351
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7351
Autor:
Bama
“Hot seevu-chews for your old pewter pots, brass pots!... Any old pots to sell?... Aluminum pots?..,” Makkaali screeched in that falsetto voice of his, makin’ his rounds, street after street. He set out early of a mornin’ and he tramped aroun
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::2a962319339bae4769c572ac783ad9f8
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7261
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7261
Autor:
Yakkan
Although I do have a serious involvement in literary creations, I have also been giving particular concern to literary criticism. So as my own experience with Dalit literature, I will record my views on criticism. ‘That’s the same old story’ is
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::3bad297ead04766bc16a1fe078ab275f
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7306
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7306
Autor:
Itaya Ventan, Vili. Pa.
It’s a question mark every single day on our street: will the dawn come, and how will it be when it dawns? You work hard every day and come back to the house, the wife, the kids, the father, the mother, … hunger, all the effects of malnutrition a
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::085d0e9374dd5dc5baeb0ae716f72e28
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7321
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7321
Autor:
Imaiyam
I was born in West Adanuur village. There were only forty-seven or forty-eight homes in our neighborhood. They were not separate houses, but joined together, one up against the next. Our town had nothing that you could call a street. There was not on
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::45c92eb027d4531462d4bfa0d1b1a801
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7271
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7271
Autor:
Ati, Yalan
The footsteps of my creation lie all ground up in the open spaces where my voice tried to transform into words the angers that rumble around in the ferocity of my frustration. Writings are written inside me in the ceaseless yearning for words, meltin
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::852fcc065c2362c4db747568672d99c9
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7341
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7341
Autor:
D., Rajkumar N.
One day I was walking to school with my slate and my slate-pencil clutched in my hands. I was in the first grade. A car carrying a bridegroom, all decked out on the way to his wedding, plowed into me and threw me into a hellish sewage ditch by the si
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::34e198b0a11eba241e0357060d6b8ffa
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7211
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7211
Autor:
Imaiyam
Sitting on the porch with his face wilted like he was caught up in some big dilemma, his head drooping, Karuppusamy sat staring at the floor. Three feet away Chellammal sat in the threshhold and stared at Karuppusamy. It didn’t look like he was goi
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https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=openedition_::6a2234ae0b6fc96a243b26f4d0efaaf0
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7281
http://books.openedition.org/ifp/7281