#bulosan

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Lapu Lapu x He-Man... With a Seattle flair. My last art piece made in Seattle. Peace to Seattle... Bay Area here I come.

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"America is not a land of one race or one class of men... America is not merely a land or an institution. America is in the hearts of men that died for freedom; it is also in the eyes of men that are building a new world. America is a prophecy of a new society of men: of a system that knows no sorrow or strife or suffering. America is a warning to those who would try to falsify the ideas of free men..." -Carlos Bulosan

This Filipino American History month, let's not forget that it is also the Carlos Bulosan Centennial Celebration.

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Jedi Master Carlos Bulosan

They should use this character for the new Star Wars movies.

11.02.14 - Bulosan’s celebration day.

By Cesar Cueva

[150bonifacio]

Bulosan101 project is open to requests and wish fulfillments. Comment your requests below (i.e. Bulosan Rufio, Star Wars Bulosan, etc) . I'll chose the most unique, creative, and interesting idea and have it ready by next week. If your idea gets chosen, and the pic gets 100 likes, I'll send you a signed 11x17 print. Requests are open to all Filipino/ Filipina historical figures: Bulosan, Bonifacio, Lapu Lapu, Tandang Sora, Gabriela, Malakas & Maganda, etc. PS: Yes, I'm stealing this idea from many other artists I know. Let's see if this works.

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Who says Doctor Who can't be Filipino? So I made Carlos Bulosan the next doctor. And I made the tardis red. And now I've renamed him Doctor Bu-WHO-san. And yes he wears red chucks. And now I'm of to SDCC. Find me in San Diego.

[150bonifacio]

8-bit Carlos Bulosan It worked well the first time, so why not give Bulosan the Bonifacio treatment. Enjoy. Carlos Bulosan's 101st bday is on 11.13.14 By Cesar Cueva

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If you want to know what we are, after Bulosan, after Lacaba, and after the arrest of the Tiamzons

There is the haunting feeling to surface our identity There is more to our anonymity than a few surfaced names. Always asking who but not to whom the heart beats for There is no language more classist than the heart’s. We bloom from the bud of history fertile of the predecessor. We have witnessed the struggle not in the faces of the captured But hear them through the silent tremor of the continuing march. We are the generation millennial and young Ready for the onslaught, the replacement We are the counterpart. Deathless, we grow from what was left. We soar to classlessness And the incarceration of the body Can never stop the flight of the soul. We are caged weathers, the climate Of no geography. And every raised fist Strikes thunder shedding the fear of light Into the cowardice and comfort of darkness We are the numerous faces of the faceless From our sea spring clarity Deaths are numerable like sand but the tides that nestle them Are swarms countless that come Into the beckoning shore. Pristine and alive, Cleansed and renewed. We are harboring change. There is an incessant silent pulse of patience felt in the shackled Hands permeating through shackled media clownery. And revenge is the faceless noise From every tortured cell Digging, scraping, calling Everywhere the clamor escapes the silence. If you want to know what we are We are the pulse of the street Marching on to the drums of the mountains. We are the dream that resurrects men. We are the revolution!