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Issue #93, My Son, Vietnam - Champa Sculpture Museum, plus Marble Mountain, July 11-13, 2004
My Son, Champa sculpture museum, Marble mountain 7/11-13/04
most relics headless
in ancient champa kingdom
beneath cat claw peak
ancient monuments
bombed into submission
in american war
witness to bombings
viet cong insurgency
monuments still stand
startled by the fern
whose sensitive lacy fronds
move to my touch
yellow dragonflies
flit between past and present
near shiva lingam
lizards remember
bhadresvara
crawling about ruins
delicate stonework
shows indian connection
six arms of siva
champa garuda
style borrowed from india
sitting in danang
graceful siva rests
800 years from the day
in sketchbook
ants surround spider
on steps to marble mountain
tourists caught in web
at every junction
another vendor who pleads
entreats and cajoles
they say china beach
was the site of the last lunch
for many soldiers
continuity
between ancient champa sculpture
and modern marble
my deep suspicion
that paige is closet shopper
still unconfirmed
my deep suspicion
that i am closet shopper
finally confirmed
an obstacle course:
the daily driving routine
make peace with honking
hallo, motorbike?
perhaps this should be the name
of a new opera
shopkeeper singing
carpenters' song while paige
buys bunch of chopsticks
whistling at bird
old man sits in purple chair
the bird whistles back
gregarious gal -
after learning we will buy,
she turns on the charm
persistent young chap
confounded when i tell him
we are from nowhere
few tourists our age -
they're all having babies
should we join the crowd?
this is our last trip
for a long,long,long.long time
if we join the crowd
a bunch of zeroes
the dong is getting to me
filling my wallet
honk, honk, nudge, nudge
loud noises not seen as rude
only essential
war - before -
tourism - today
where does the time go?
incense on the street
stuck into crack on sidewalk
smoke mingles with life
here comes the trash truck
with obnoxious melody
blaring from speakers
ashamed at moments
to reveal where we are from
they don't seem to mind
they say if you sneeze
someone is thinking of you
no need to be blessed
My Son, Champa sculpture museum, Marble mountain 7/11-13/04
most relics headless
in ancient champa kingdom
beneath cat claw peak
ancient monuments
bombed into submission
in american war
witness to bombings
viet cong insurgency
monuments still stand
startled by the fern
whose sensitive lacy fronds
move to my touch
yellow dragonflies
flit between past and present
near shiva lingam
lizards remember
bhadresvara
crawling about ruins
delicate stonework
shows indian connection
six arms of siva
champa garuda
style borrowed from india
sitting in danang
graceful siva rests
800 years from the day
in sketchbook
ants surround spider
on steps to marble mountain
tourists caught in web
at every junction
another vendor who pleads
entreats and cajoles
they say china beach
was the site of the last lunch
for many soldiers
continuity
between ancient champa sculpture
and modern marble
my deep suspicion
that paige is closet shopper
still unconfirmed
my deep suspicion
that i am closet shopper
finally confirmed
an obstacle course:
the daily driving routine
make peace with honking
hallo, motorbike?
perhaps this should be the name
of a new opera
shopkeeper singing
carpenters' song while paige
buys bunch of chopsticks
whistling at bird
old man sits in purple chair
the bird whistles back
gregarious gal -
after learning we will buy,
she turns on the charm
persistent young chap
confounded when i tell him
we are from nowhere
few tourists our age -
they're all having babies
should we join the crowd?
this is our last trip
for a long,long,long.long time
if we join the crowd
a bunch of zeroes
the dong is getting to me
filling my wallet
honk, honk, nudge, nudge
loud noises not seen as rude
only essential
war - before -
tourism - today
where does the time go?
incense on the street
stuck into crack on sidewalk
smoke mingles with life
here comes the trash truck
with obnoxious melody
blaring from speakers
ashamed at moments
to reveal where we are from
they don't seem to mind
they say if you sneeze
someone is thinking of you
no need to be blessed
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen