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Joris Voorn From A Deep Place 2007 FLAC

2009-07-06 - extension: rar - size: 204 MB

Joris Voorn From A Deep Place 2007 FLAC

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Joris Voorn - From A Deep Place

2009-07-22 - extension: rar - size: 95 MB

Joris Voorn - From A Deep Place

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Joris Voorn - From A Deep Place GR 101 CD

2009-04-06 - extension: rar - size: 78 MB

Joris Voorn - From A Deep Place GR 101 CD

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Người Đàn Bà Phú Yên (Việt Nam Mùa Khổ 0/11 )
This video clip introduces the poem 'Mua Kho'. It will be followed by several video clips (More) This video clip introduces the poem 'Mua Kho'. It will be followed by several video clips inviting viewers, especially Vietnamese viewers, to a new way of presenting Vietnamese poetry. (Please see also an article on this new way in 'Selected Papers of the VPS', 2004, Brisbane, Australia ('Mot ap dung ky thuat tin hoc trong viec trinh bay tho',Hoi Chuyen Gia Viet Nam, Tuyen Tap 2004, Brisbane, Australia), or in VPS CD2005) 'Mua Kho' is a narrative poem on the death of a mother in Phu Yen province, Vietnam. The mother, due to poverty of the family and poor health services in her region, had asked her husband to cut open her womb with a kitchen knife to save her baby child during a difficult birth. Unlike her baby child, she did not survive the ordeal. Her death was in the news announced by the SBS Radio (Australia) in its special 1996 Mothers' Day Program. A rough unpoetic translation of the poem Mua Kho from Vietnamese to English will be given in the ensuing video clips. Season Of Passion People are suffering In time of dormant rhymes and rhythms A mother in Phu Yen Her body resembles her homeland It bears deep knife cuts sewn up by disorderly needle threading knotting work bruised flesh red blood paddy fields awaiting her and her husband's labor hospitals as far away as the Milky Way She is crying? -- No Shouting? -- No Screaming at the end of her bearing season? -- No Only murmurs, yes, I hear only her murmurs, only her murmurs '..Patient...my child...be patient...wait for the salvation of the knife!' The knife cuts through her skin and flesh A sharp, deep and long pain enters its heart through its grinding teeth The old corroded sewing needle and flimsy cotton threads in unskillful hands They break; they disintegrate ... In silence: she dies Her child cries The harvest, swiftly, passes away Its body hangs across the sky Their newly harvested post-modernism are enjoyed by rhythms and rhymes In the neant season of an abysmal renovation Thought bleeds its laughter through its aching decayed teeth On the old wobbly bamboo bed the baby cries, cries and cries... In confrontation of the presence of death The old rags sing out their existentialism Soaked in blood of a loveless ism The biblical cord tightens a knot around the neck of intelligence And the cold knife razes down all the summits, Oh disgusting summits of intelligence Flow of milk is set free? Oh the flow of red milk with unsated hunger for live things The day passes out pensively Night is filled with sorrowful moonshines Moonshines that look like breast full of milk of her homeland Oh The baby wants milk Smooching air through closed lips, making loud smooching sounds The moon smiles and lets its shadow join in the baby's play Its white nix milkflow is tossed into the baby's mouth by passing the innocent pale lips The mother passes away The father sings a lullaby 'Au O...my child! 'Stretch your arm out to take the moon lantern! 'Go and fetch your mother for she is waiting in the dark... Light just grins The deformed moon hangs at the top of the tall old tree The day is passed with a deep sleep and smiling dreams The soul flaps its wings primitively The universe has born some milky grains with wild sun ripened color Deep in this season of passion The crowds are so lonely with mouths flying up the sky and ears hear the call of her poor imprisoning homeland They sang sad lullabies Their heart escapes lightning all through the whole dark night Flowers, birds and the sun wake up wondering in the dark of night Rhymes and rhythms flap their wings Gazing at life in its full hi-technicolor A feather of victory in their mouth Flowers of life start blooming from the belly and demanding their right to life The father returns to the land He stops singing the sad lullabies Strings attached to the past are breaking to let know That baby cry brings joy to his life He starts strange new lullabies 'Au O! 'Au O! do you see the sun is wearing a mask 'Au O! this spoon of crushed salted ginger juice 'Drink it up my child so that your lips are no longer pale 'You stay with me always! 'Your mother is alone in a distant place 'You alone at home cuddling up the moon and sleep tight...Au O...' 'Au O your heart still beats at the dawn service 'Au O the crop has crossed the river... Climbing to the top for a starting point of a journey to nothingness Jasmine white milky teeth: weapons for survival Protruding teeth chew kisses from rice and corn grains Spitting out fire into the direct flight to the milk white moon Heart: beating; night: ending; day: agonizing Season: full of passion; people: languishing; rhymes and rhythms: wearing the full moon shadow illusive color (to be continued) (Please see also next video clip) (Less)

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