There are two Linh's
and you must paint both.
There is canvas on a roll.
It is the last of your canvas
and you must use the last of the roll.
There is gesso and there is duct tape.
You must gesso.
You must duct tape.
If you have gold fish you must attend
to your gold fish first. I have turtles.
I cleaned the tank.
If you have cats you must clean the litter box.
I have dogs.
I fed them.
There is a song.
Norwegian wood.
You listen to it a few times while you flip
Linh on your laptop and change him to sepia.
You crop Linh Dinh.
You study the shadow on his nose.
You listen to John sing about the girl
that once had him.
You start to think about what defines you.
You forget about Linh and listen.
It is a rubber soul in your hands.
You are five.
Viet Nam is in the news.
You are staring at the four boys.
You are five.
Their hair is long.
Your father is pacing.
Your mother is pretty.
She puts on her lipstick and hands
you a cookie. The news is bad.
You walk up to the black and white
television and switch to Mighty Mouse
and Bullwinkle. Your uncle is in high school.
It is his Rubber Soul you have been playing.
He gets mad you placed your cookie crumb fingers
on the vinyl. You go back to your 64 crayons box
and paint a blue sky while Viet Nam is in the news.
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I am starting a new painting this morning. This the process of painting Linh Dinh.
It's always amazing to me how another writer's poetry can be a mine field for the casual reader. When you trigger a mine in a field where many are buried, sometimes, others go off.
These images are powerful.
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Love this.
And I love your comment, James. The best work contributes to the on-going literary conversation. *
Thank you both. I recorded the poem. http://didimenendez.wordpress.com/
Have you ever recorded your work? I would like to listen if you have.
"It is his Rubber Soul you have been playing."
Great piece, Didi.
Thanks for sharing your process with us. This is wonderful, full of history and the emotion of it. Every move is vivid.*
Great poem Didi. As I read it I could here it clearly in my mind as if it should be performed. Reading it was a powerfully oral experience.
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Such an interesting take on that period of history, and the structure works really well from the perspective of this little girl.
It personifies her innocence as contrasted with the darkness of that war.
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Love the rushed rhythm that imitates the rush of time and how that era is invoked, painful as hell.
Thanks!
A favorite for many reasons.