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Linh Dinh was born in Saigon, Vietnam in 1963, came to the US in 1975, and has also lived in Italy and England. He is the author of two collections of stories and four books of poems. His work has been anthologized in Best American Poetry 2000, Best American Poetry 2004, Best American Poetry 2007 and Great American Prose Poems from Poe to the Present, among other places. Linh Dinh is also the editor of the anthologies Night, Again: Contemporary Fiction from Vietnam (Seven Stories Press 1996) and Three Vietnamese Poets (Tinfish 2001) , and translator of Night, Fish and Charlie Parker, the poetry of Phan Nhien Hao (Tupelo 2006) . Blood and Soap was chosen by the Village Voice as one of the ... more »
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Linh Dinh Poems
Vertigo
He has a muscular torso
With a thousand erections
Lighting up the night sky
But none sticks up more... more »
Are You Refined?
I used to paint with linseed,
Now I paint with crude oil.
Draped in cheap oil and sweating oil,... more »
Death Will Come With Your Eyes
Death will come with your eyes—
this death that accompanies us
from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old regret... more »
Two
Man and woman watch each other lying in bed:
their two bodies stretched out wide and exhausted.
the man is still, only the woman takes long breaths
that quiver her ribs. The legs distended... more »
My Local Burning
If it feels and looks like racing,
And crashes, hallelujah, like racing,
Then it's World War III all right.... more »
Toy For Future Children
A blind and deaf bullet buried in the field
Dozing through decades of blood and bones
Then one morning
In a bustling future... more »
Love Tokens (A Translation Of 'Tặ Ng Vậ T Tỏ Tình' By Tran Da Tu)
I’ll give you a roll of barbwire
A vine for this modern epoch
Climbing all over our souls
That’s our love, take it, don’t ask... more »
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Are You Refined?
I used to paint with linseed,
Now I paint with crude oil.
Draped in cheap oil and sweating oil,
Under an increasingly hot sun, I steer
An oil car, on oil, towards my oil job.
Look at that skyscraper made with oil!
Billboard-size minimalist oils decorating
Spanking lobbies of unctuous firms.
Before meals, I pray and take an oil pill.
To feel upper or downer, I chug a lug oil.
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