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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)
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