Nguyen Thanh Tuan – Where am I in the village memory?

I can’t believe my hair will soon ‘bloom spring’. Absorbed sucking U50 and he was in the middle of the ‘sixteenth year’ season. Years of wandering in the South, it is said that he found an island in the middle of the river, meditating on his own practice. Our brother’s verses often read while drunk, referring to a few ‘weird figures’ to each other.
“ I went away in May, forgetting the sound of the countryside pond clapping in the afternoon, the rain falling heavily on the subconscious mind / Glide on the maidens in the morning, The passionate breast carrying the pipe is like the door of the valley, the clouds flow back to white. / I have come to heaven’s gates, not a field of poetry but a field of tiny flowers with tiny bride and groom stones walking innocently in a flurry of trumpets / I have passed through heaven’s gate “. (Go).

Just like poetry and poet Nguyen Thanh Tuan, if he had to go to heaven, Tuan would go to the reverse region where the magnificent mountains and forests of the Northeast where he was a soldier for many years stationed at Cao Bang forts once wrote the following verses: “ A bowl of forest wine / Laughing to break the waterfall / A cold rainy night / Deep with coal light / A sentence soars / A patrol road across the village / Nights screaming your name / Firecrackers howling around… The country… hundreds of battles / Want to find a common soldier / Look in the form of a rock / Vong Phu through the wind and fog… “. (Normal soldier). Poet Nguyen Thanh Tuan. Why did you choose the South? Go suddenly. Go like a talisman lures you to go. As long as indefinite? It seems to be disoriented because Nguyen Thanh Tuan has never “planned” his life. Going to clean up the whole family with Nam Tien. You are not showbiz, how can you love the Southern light? She is currently holding the position of Vice Principal of a school in the countryside. The ancestors of the family are on both sides of the land in the land he once wrote: “ Dad took me to the village road / Let me take each brick / In the sky as blue as the river / Under the bamboo banks “. (Village road), why suddenly the south is as serene as clouds in the four directions of the sky. Nguyen Thanh Tuan is a rather strange case. Once upon a time, Tuan from the East matched with Duong Kieu Minh from Doai, a pair of famous poetic poems in the middle of the world, half an eye of multi-faceted poetry, alone, making people feel anxious and worried. Thanh Tuan’s poetry is oriented towards tradition, taking simplicity as the foundation, liking the new but not the old, shaking hands and celebrating with the rich and lovingly at peace with old friends and neighbors. Tuan sometimes flies to the clouds, still holding a thin kite string on the ground. Where did the kite string break? The storm outside is dark clouds, white wind, elephant god, who knows if it’s good or bad? Well know this: “ Hiding the roots of the urban day / The smell of the earth contemplating every night / Loving the piece of potato buried in the school day / Thirsty for the river while bathing naked “. (Village memory); “ Everywhere I go, I find myself sobbing / The night of the festival melts beautiful heels / A pompous farewell to brothers and sisters / Early morning buried in the mud “. (Village festival)… meaning Tuan still considers his homeland as important, still grateful for great accretion from rice seeds and potatoes in the fields and corners of the village. Nguyen Thanh Tuan is an expected poet in Hung Yen in recent decades, especially during the period when he was Vice President of the Association – Editor-in-Chief of Pho Hien Magazine, which invited unique and special pages of poetry and literature. sharp. Of course there are people, including the leadership, who don’t like the men who wander or speak everywhere. Also telling the truth. He also often said the right thing when he had to say it differently, saying it around like a poem, he wrote poetry and said it straight, so his position was wobbly and could not stand it but completely slipped. This is a matter of local art circles and we’re happy for him. At that time, Tuan was still a poet in the true sense of the word: “ And you still have the right to take off your shirt/ To shed all winters barefoot/ The first drop of water from your shoulder/ Spring buds across the Red River Delta “. (Liberal Red River); “I lied to a dying person / Let them go away with peace of mind / I lied to my heart / I kept my hopes / I lied day and night / To torment my conscience night and day”. (Lie)… Poet Nguyen Thanh Tuan (2nd from the right) with fellow writers. Nguyen Thanh Tuan is a philosopher. Everything is considered philosophy first. However, the absurdities in life fell on him, Tuan did not know how to argue. Or arguing is just arguing in poetry. Outside, I see that he is always weak, even though the right thing has already belonged to him. Once, I went with him and writer Dao Ba Doan to drink at a flooded temple. When he got drunk, he didn’t know the way back. Doan was led away by a long-haired girl’s granddaughter. My house is a few inches away, but I can’t return it is ridiculous. But being young at the time, this was usually not a big deal. Even though that night, Doan announced his marriage to that girl?! Where are they now in the vastness of heaven and water? Strangely, he just sat still like a statue without saying anything, even more not stopping the other couple from walking into the dark night in the middle of the river. Until morning, the militia brothers in the commune used a boat to take us to the town to have breakfast and return to Nguyen Thanh Tuan’s house to see the couple chirping in the small kitchen as if they were at home. Could it be that they thought this was the place where the fairies were? The two brothers had to withdraw from the house, ignoring the pair of bronze and jade fairies. Then Tuan wrote a poem: Leaving the dogma in the flooded temple / Doan walking in the rain / Village women with long hair like a river / Boobs rising up in the pouring season / Did the Doan choose? / Is it the freedom group? / Go / Walk away in a short distance The buffalo dung road makes a mistake / Going to grow chrysanthemum leaves, lemongrass and incense … The river cries in the rain / Corpse Doan is covered with alluvium from the water’s edge…” . (The group goes to the river). Nguyen Thanh Tuan is not only fascinated with his homeland but also fascinated with people, not only men like Doan but also Tuan’s women are also very wandering: “ If my sister is not next to me / I don’t remember the name of the temple / I pass by my hat forever / How can I hear the whispering whispers… But I don’t have a husband? / When I enter the temple, I vow to become a monk. “. (Phoenix Pho Hien); “ You came out pure from the drizzle / The eyes of the leaves opened in shock / The rising rivers turned away sullenly / I panicked and yelled at you to stop / At the other end of the road the clouds were very unusual “. (At the end of the drizzly road)… Nguyen Thanh Tuan has been lost in the South for nearly ten years, sometimes returning to his father’s hometown, sometimes his friends are also lost or busy making a living, giving up literature and words. Like Tuan himself, the poet is expected to have deeply embedded in his memory a few verses, still in the village’s memory is it still the same as before? “ Why don’t you go back to the dyke / Kite to let go of the passion of the city / Guava is happy with the green river / Take off your clothes and take off your clothes equally / Bai Soi is proud of the buffalo back / Everywhere you fall, you will fall on the brown earth of your hometown / Rise give white chicken grass / Give me the shyness to fight, but I’m empty-handed “. (Untitled). As the years go by, the rich and glorious beauty has long been a waste. The joys and sorrows are lost and frivolous like clouds floating above your head. It is only fair that Nguyen Thanh Tuan is in a far place looking back or old friends looking to read his poetry. While the core values ​​of culture, history, and people seem to be under too much pressure; pressure from the new came rushing in; the pressure from the old persistently does not let go; pressure from each self over time and voluntarily surrendered. Oh, the pressure makes people confused. In that scene, fortunately, Nguyen Thanh Tuan was able to say that: Get out of the pond, fish and fish / Be careful not to forget to catch a lotus branch / Clap the petrified pink horse again / Bring only a gentle buffalo / Fly through the mist of copper / Melt into nothingness… “. (Dream). Oh Nguyen Thanh Tuan! It seems that everything has been peaceful in different heavens? Is the loss of good and bad people also a constant? Brothers and sisters, who have taken literature as a reason to live, they must understand that “the world is infinite and everything is empty” is the Buddha’s words thousands of years ago? The North and the South don’t have a literary background? We are in the same realm. We are in the same rhythm. We share the same reason of life and death, but are we not destined for heaven and earth?