Download - Cyclo
East-west Encounters: Franco-Asian Cinema and Literature
by Sylvie Blum-Reid
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Cyclo (1995) - Tran Anh Hung:
A taste of dust
longan peel
stolen
A hand
warm
washes my face
Papa
Green glow
of live shrimp
The market closes
mama comes home
Cold rice
in secret, at night
Mama feeds me
Stifling heat
of searing afternoons
stench of rotten starfruit
In the rain
I shiver
fried fish
rice gruel
Lemon leaves
grapefruit rind
ivory-colored water
my brown skin
Fish face!
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Two poems:
Nameless river, I was born sobbing,blue sky, vast earth, black stream waterI grow with the months, the years,with no one to watch over meNameless is a man. Nameless is the riverColourless the flowerPerfume, without a voice.O, river! O, passer-by!In the closed cycle, of the months, the yearsI can’t forget my debt to my rootsAnd I wander through the worldsToward my land
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Dawn in my soul
A bit of sun from each home
A bit of light for everyone
Under the canopy, a leaf trembles
And the dew resembles the clouds
And the earth exhales a huge wind