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 Early Weapons Systems and Ethnic Identity in the Sino-Vietnamese Frontier |
| by Dr. Jeffrey G. Barlow |
[ In this paper I have tried to analyze the early culture of the Zhuang/Nung, and particularly their relationship to the cultures of the Chinese Central Plain, by focusing upon weapons and warfare. I believe that this approach yields useful new information on both the Zhuang/Nung themselves and upon the early cultural processes on either side of today's Sino-Vietnamese frontier. ]
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| Passive Voice or Affective Verbs in Vietnamese? |
| by Dr. Mark J. Alves |
[ This paper (1) explores the class of verbs in Vietnamese that have been claimed to be markers of the passive voice (i.e. bị, được, and others) and (2) claims that those verbs actually constitute a special class of affective verbs which are distinct from markers of the passive voice. ]
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| Introduction to Ancient Vietnam Coin |
| by Thuan Luc |
[ Some decades ago, ancient Vietnam coin became an important and interesting subject of researching in Vietnam history. Not only the coin provided a picture of economical and commercial situation in the past, but also it showed the life style of our ancestors and provided essential data about studying the Vietnam history. Recently, collecting the ancient Vietnam coin became an intellectual subject for both the old and particularly the young collectors... ]
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| Our Newlyweds |
| by Linh Dinh |
[ THE WEDDING began at Notre Dame Cathedral and ended at the Majestic Hotel. Although hardly the most beautiful church in Saigon, Notre Dame is its most famous. Built in 1877 in a neo-Romanesque style, the cathedral’s twin towers lord over one end of Dong Khoi Street (previously known as Tu Do Street and Rue Catinat)... ]
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School of My Heart,
Tomorrow I Will Be Separated From You! |
by Che Lan Vien,
Translated from the Vietnamese by Truc Huy |
[ The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and embarrasses our noble thoughts. Each morning, the flamboyant flowers open out and shine under the sun. On its red mattress and its blue blanket, the Day takes its siesta peacefully. In the silence of midday, some cicadas tune their monotonous song to the tranquility of the country. At the moment when Space yearns for gazing again upon the gilded rays of the setting sun, the afternoon passes by laboriously... ]
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| Dark Wood and Shadows |
| by Andrew Lam |
[ After a stormy flight back from Saigon, where we had been visiting sick relatives, our Cessna landed with a thud on the muddy landing strip of the Cam Ly airport. Outside, a curtain of rain moved softly across the smoky gray sky, welcoming us back to this high plateau of persistent fog and whispering pine forests. The plane ran swiftly toward the control tower while brown water spurted under its white metallic wings... ]
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| Fleeing Kosovo, Fleeing Saigon |
| by Andrew Lam |
[ On the news last night, I saw you amidst a sea of desperate Albanian refugees and afterwards I couldn’t get the image out of my mind. You,with your wide eyes and shy smile, your hand gripping your mother’s, as if it were a lifesaver, you are repeating my story of 24 years ago... ]
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| America Was Losing in Vietnam Under JFK |
| by Ky-Phong Nguyen |
[ Vietnam War historians and students of history often wonder what would have happened to the outcome of the Vietnam War had President Kennedy survived his term and carried out his policy regarding America's effort in Vietnam. Could Kennedy have extricated the United States out of Vietnam's quagmire?... ]
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| Better Than Disneyland |
| by Linh Dinh |
[ In Heart of Darkness, a character named Kurtz escapes civilization and domesticity (England and his wife) to go wild in the Congo. In Apocalypse Now, a character named Kurtz escapes civilization and domesticity (the U.S. Army and his wife) to go wild in Cambodia. Travelling upriver, each man finds his proper domain in the jungle. Surrounded by natives, each becomes a god, beholden to no rules of civilization. Such absolute freedom cannot go unpunished, however, and so each man is pursued by an agent from the society he has left behind... ]
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| Introduction to "Three Vietnamese Poets" |
| by Linh Dinh |
[ The two Vietnams became one in 1975. The years that followed turned out to be some of the darkest in Vietnamese history. A quarter of a million people, soldiers, intellectuals, clergymen, were sent to prison; tens of thousands were kicked out of their own homes; more than a million people escaped overseas --a startling phenomenom, considering that Vietnamese had never emigrated in substantial numbers before. The term "boat people" entered the English language (to be translated into Vietnamese as "thuyen nhan"). Books were banned and confiscated... ]
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| Rain Upon My Love |
by Ngo Thuy Mien
translated by Truong Dinh |
[ there were some days, rain has fallen upon my love.like fallen tears hiding your withered smiles
like the sun in its loneliness... ]
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| Not Like "Those"! |
| by Xuan Duong |
[ Compared to other hungry children in many other parts I am actually a lucky little girl who doesn't have to worry about anything. Nothing! Almost, but one! Who is being embraced by stretch and stretches of breaking waves tossing an ocean of white froth... ]
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| My Sister |
by Ngo Minh Hang
translated by Thanh-Thanh |
[ MY sister that New Year was sixteen, a naive civilian. Her cheeks just began to grow rosy, her lips vermilion. Her eyes symbolized the azure sky, her heart a green bud. Her soul was filled with warmth, the spring sun lifeblood. Although she was only sixteen... ]
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| Upon the Raining Love of the Sea |
| by Truong Dinh |
[ sad rain flies with the wings of time.thousand fallen leaves ... still jingle in twilight.flowers dimly bloom from the far sky.risen waves shatter their musical dreams of the night... ]
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| From the Dreams of Our Past |
| by Truong Dinh |
[ dreams as prelude still echoing memories.from the wishes, rising a sad singing voice.as if our lone shadows re-call.like promising dreams still awaking in evenings. ]
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| Locks of Hair |
| by one of our readers |
[ You would be glad to see that I'm still alive and doing quite well. Certainly, it has been a struggle to mature into the person I am now, but I keep gaining wisdom every day and I still believe I can make a name for myself. Poetry is my main means of self-expression, and I'm finding more and more that stories and essays can also be effective forums. In a way, I'm plotting out my past and future lives in the context of the present through my writing. I want to get to know the person I was and the person I can become. ]
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