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Two Poems

Two Poems T R A N T I E N D U N G at t he b arber shop Me, if I look into the barbershop mirror I want to be a revolutionary it's not clear, between hairstyles and the art of cleaning out ear wax, which is a more satisfying revolution. I am a dark-skinned, working-class man, and don't normally pay attention to that value, but if someone pastes the color red or white on my eyes, I go crazy immediately my entire body darkens to the color of blood pudding mixed with the aroma of mint leaves and peanuts. I hate to join the uprising of those at the wine bar but each evening I'm drowned in that piss smell. I crave the sort of wine brewed from the sea the sea speaks a universal language the sea cuts hair and cleans out ear wax several times a month each clump of hair each clump of ear wax is a ship carrying consciousness of democracy to help shriveled old men become boys with large foreheads incubating dreams of becoming the president. chick en-fe athe r-du ck-fe athe r s ky Chicken-feather-duck-feather sky a sneeze redolent of five spices. Schools over flames, one and all can learn about fear, the lessons dragging from one night to the next each night fear is honed into a sword planted on a head a place where the wind howls. Fear! That's the kind of music I want to hear not always good but a safe kind of music. I listen to it endlessly I listen until death and the criminal just want to return the corpses. Translations by Linh Dinh http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Two Poems

Manoa , Volume 14 (1) – Apr 1, 2002

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Abstract

T R A N T I E N D U N G at t he b arber shop Me, if I look into the barbershop mirror I want to be a revolutionary it's not clear, between hairstyles and the art of cleaning out ear wax, which is a more satisfying revolution. I am a dark-skinned, working-class man, and don't normally pay attention to that value, but if someone pastes the color red or white on my eyes, I go crazy immediately my entire body darkens to the color of blood pudding mixed with the aroma of mint leaves and peanuts. I hate to join the uprising of those at the wine bar but each evening I'm drowned in that piss smell. I crave the sort of wine brewed from the sea the sea speaks a universal language the sea cuts hair and cleans out ear wax several times a month each clump of hair each clump of ear wax is a ship carrying consciousness of democracy to help shriveled old men become boys with large foreheads incubating dreams of becoming the president. chick en-fe athe r-du ck-fe athe r s ky Chicken-feather-duck-feather sky a sneeze redolent of five spices. Schools over flames, one and all can learn about fear, the lessons dragging from one night to the next each night fear is honed into a sword planted on a head a place where the wind howls. Fear! That's the kind of music I want to hear not always good but a safe kind of music. I listen to it endlessly I listen until death and the criminal just want to return the corpses. Translations by Linh Dinh

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Apr 1, 2002

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