By Đinh Trường Chinh, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Daily, I live through a tug-a-war between my right and left brain / amongst the mundane programmable numbers, the mathematics, an idea for a portrait or a few lines of poetry. thus.
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there are verses formed in the middle of composing a poem
a verse just there amongst the dishes
a verse popping out of nowhere during a drive
a verse exiting the wrong exit
a verse composed during a stroll through Paris
a verse born from an escape across the border in Rạch Giá
a verse listening to Leonard Cohen
a verse high on Phạm Duy
a verse pondered through the phở
a verse sprinkled over a napkin
a verse drenched in the shower
a verse watchful on the internet
a verse wandering around the neighborhood of an afternoon
a verse rushed waiting to pick up…
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