Khmer Voice

Hun Sen said he saw the fighting as incidents between neighbours, not war

Cambodia’s prime minister has said that he does not wish to see border clashes between Thai and Cambodian troops escalate into a more serious conflict.

Hun Sen said no Cambodian soldiers had been injured in exchanges of fire on Friday that he regarded as incidents between neighbours, not a war.

Thai authorities said at least two Thai soldiers died and seven were wounded.

The disputed area, which surrounds an ancient temple, has long been a source of tension between the two countries.

An international court awarded Preah Vihear temple to Cambodia in 1962, but a 5-sq-km (1.9-sq-mile) patch of land surrounding it remains the subject of rival territorial claims.

“There was brief fighting, but the fighting was like neighbours who live close to each other and always have disputes,” Hun Sen said of Friday’s violence.

Kurt Nimmo
Infowars
Tuesday, Jan 6, 2008

Every time I see the aged Henry Kissinger, I am reminded of the worst sort of pornography. In fact, I am reminded of a snuff film. Henry Kissinger is likely one of the most notorious killers on the planet, a monster that makes Charles Manson look like a silly school boy. Manson did not actually kill anybody. He had his brainwashed zombies engage in the dirty work. Kissinger didn’t kill anybody either. He had the Pentagon, the CIA, and various cutthroat clients do his dirty work, that is to say the dirty work of the global elite. Charlie had a few deranged girls on LSD do his bidding. Henry enlisted whole armies to commit the crimes he engineered for his bosses.

I’m not sure which category to ask this question in, since it’s a fairly serious literary one.

In her essay on “Cambodian Literature,” Judy Ledgerwoord mentions Ta Chak:

“We know that these texts were set to memory by professional storytellers who would then often travel doing performances. Such was the case with the man that Bizot interviewed in 1969, Ta Chak . Ta (grandfather) Chak had memorized the Ramakerti in 1920 at the age of 23 from palm leaf manuscripts. “He quickly became known,” Bizot writes, “and was called to perform at village festivals and then on the stage in the monastery theaters during the big people’s celebrations lasting several days” (1981: 263). The entire performance, given five hours each day, lasted about 10 days. It is through such performances that most Khmer would have known classical literary works.”
http://www.seasite.niu.edu/crossroads/ledgerwood/CambodianLiterature.htm

By Bunthoeun Oun

San Diego, CA

1996, Rev. 2009

She is the wind

And the star of my dream;

Her love and life flow

Like a stream,

She is a bouquet of ardor

To be shielded;

Her charm arouses

My soul with thrill,

Her flawless beauty

So appeases my sight

Her seductive voice

Echoes every night,

The wild majestic eyes

She possesses,

The sharing of her love

I am blessed,

Of her truth, I dare not be parted;

Your loves, sweetheart,

Need not be guarded.

I want to fly
I shall no more cry
This girl has to die
Her tears shall also dry

I want to start a new a page
I don’t want to remain in the same stage
People are changing so can I?
No one was born perfect I still can give a try

So dear enemies, dear neighbors I no more care
It no more hurts me whatever you people say
So now tell me something I really don’t know
Something which I never heard before

Copyright © 2008 ZAINAB