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elwenyere · 8 months

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My Father’s “Norton Introduction to Literature,” Third Edition (1981)

Certain words give him trouble: cannibals, puzzles, sob, bosom, martyr, deteriorate, shake, astonishes, vexed, ode ... These he looks up and studiously annotates in Vietnamese. Ravish means cướp đoạt; shits is like when you have to đi ỉa; mourners are those whom we say are full of buồn rầu. For “even the like precurse of feared events” think báo trước.

Its thin translucent pages are webbed with his marginalia, graphite ghosts of a living hand, and the notes often sound just like him: “All depend on how look at thing,” he pencils after “I first surmised the Horses’ Heads / Were toward Eternity —” His slanted handwriting is generally small, but firm and clear. His pencil is a No. 2, his preferred Hi-Liter, arctic blue.

I can see my father trying out the tools of literary analysis. He identifies the “turning point” of “The Short and Happy Life of Francis Macomber”; underlines the simile in “Both the old man and the child stared ahead as if they were awaiting an apparition.” My father, as he reads, continues to notice relevant passages and to register significant reactions, but increasingly sorts out

his ideas in English, shaking off those Vietnamese glosses. 1981 was the same year we vượt biển and came to America, where my father took Intro Lit (“for fun”), Comp Sci (“for job”). “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” he murmurs something about the “dark side of life how awful it can be” as I begin to track silence and signal to a cold source.

Reading Ransom’s “Bells for John Whiteside’s Daughter,” a poem about a “young girl’s death,” as my father notes, how could he not have been “vexed at her brown study / Lying so primly propped,” since he never properly observed (I realize this just now) his own daughter’s wake. Lấy làm ngạc nhiên về is what it means to be astonished.

Her name was Đông Xưa, Ancient Winter, but at home she’s Bebe. “There was such speed in her little body, / And such lightness in her footfall, / It is no wonder her brown study / Astonishes us all.” In the photo of her that hangs in my parents’ house she is always fourteen months old and staring into the future. In “reeducation camp” he had to believe she was alive

because my mother on visits “took arms against her shadow.” Did the memory of those days sweep over him like a leaf storm from the pages of a forgotten autumn? Lost in the margins, I’m reading the way I discourage my students from reading. But this is “how we deal with death,” his black pen replies. Assume there is a reason for everything, instructs a green asterisk.

Then between pp. 896-97, opened to Stevens’ “Sunday Morning,” I pick out a newspaper clipping, small as a stamp, an old listing from the 404-Employment Opps State of Minnesota, and read: For current job opportunities dial (612) 297-3180. Answered 24 hrs. When I dial, the automated female voice on the other end tells me I have reached a non-working number.

-- Hai-Dang Phan

#poetry #hai-dang phan #wow

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kpop-locks · 1 year

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ dang hong hai ; boys planet ”♡ᵎ ꒱

like/reblog | @moodscreens

don’t repost our work or claim it as yours

first mission fancam (love me right team)

#maju #he's such a sweetheart #dang hong hai #dang hong hai lockscreen #dang hong hai lockscreens #dang honghai #honghai #boys planet #boys planet lockscreen #boys planet lockscreens #boys planet edit #boys planet edits #boys planet wallpaper #boys planet wallpapers

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poolofdevilspit · 4 months

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I forged a tiny pitchfork and then tried wood carving for the first time to make the handle

i tried to make this thing like five times and it was a great newbie learning experience

anyways its for tiny hay, on a tiny farm

like a really small one 🤏🏼

#hayfork #pitchfork #miniatures #farm #hay #too dang small #itty bitty #so tiny

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toiletpotato · 5 months

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does anyone know what movie is being referenced in om shanti om during the filmfare awards best actor scene where akshay kumar fires a gun out of his pants?

#that's the only movie i have left to see to be able to get all the references in that section of the movie #bc for abhishek it references dhoom (and i've seen dhoom 2 at the very least)#then for srk it references kkhh (the music) phir bhi dil hai hindustani (phir bhi dil hai nri) and main hoon na (main bhi hoon na) and #dil to pagal hai (the “my name is rahul...” line)#that's SEVEN movie references total for one part of the movie. dang

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solarswonderland · 1 year

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boys planet look-alikes (acc to me)

kim gyuvin - hyunsuk [ treasure ]

their expressions (esp their smiles) are pretty much identical

dang hong hai - jackson [ got7 / soloist ]

i dont know how to explain this one I just feel it 💀

seok matthew - jackson [ got7 / soloist ]

again i cant explain it....

jay chang - jake [ enhypen ]

with this one, i dont NECCESSARILY think they look like each other, tbh I always just thought they both resemble kristoff from frozen 😭 but they have pretty similar vibes me thinks

sung hanbin - sunghoon [ enhypen ] / jungkook [ bts ]

please please PLEASE tell me im not the only one who thinks sunghoon and hanbin look alike, they could pass off as siblings 😭 and at times I feel like he looks like jk too like a little bit?

kim junhyeon - kai [ exo / soloist ]

cmon...i cant be the only one....

zhang hao - cai xukun [ ex-nine percent / soloist ]

eh kinda ig

kim ji woong - cha eunwoo [ actor / astro ] / mingyu [ svt ]

theres just the absolute it boy vibes from both of them, like absolute 'every boy your mum loves' vibes if ykwim and as for mingyu man idk I get the vibes

anthonny - joshua [ svt ]

yall gon punch me if i say this again but THE VIBES

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peekychu · 2 years

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TODAY WAS SO EPIC @sillyparticles and I went to FanX!!! (I am antonymph Noelle and they r Chansey)

#today was dang fun now we r both just chillin if ur reading this hai joyyyyyy hiiii hello #pika zone

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suvarnarekha · 1 year

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Yaar they should call Nupur Sharma as the cheif guest for the Cricket World Cup just like Qataris called Zakir Naik at the Fifa World Cup to give -religious speeches-

Wasn't that stated as a misconception by Qatar? I mean imagine Dhankar and Z*kir N*ik— also alleged for being involved in money laundering cases and the good old hate speech— coming face to face there like 💀

#also she as a cheif guest?#anon apko dange karwane hai? vapis? after all this time?

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music-despite-everything · 2 months

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A Brief History of Reënactment by Hai-Dang Phan

from Google Books: HAI-DANG PHAN is the author of Reenactments (Sarabande, 2019). His poems and translations have appeared in Asymptote, Best American Poetry 2016, Mekong Review, New England Review, New Yorker, and Poetry, among other places. He lives in Iowa City, Iowa.

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On Day 1 the photographer walks into camp and immediately starts shooting. She shoots us

at breakfast eating our C-rations, in our hammocks reading Stars & Stripes. She shoots us in her sleep.

When we first cross paths at the creek, she says, “Hello, Tiger! Nice combat boots. Is that thing real?”

pointing to my Special Forces jungle shirt. “I’m afraid so,” I say nonchalantly, trying to mask

my satisfaction. Day 2: no more messing around. The photographer has agreed to join the action.

“So what’s the scenario?” A lone guerrilla left over in a booby-trapped village jumps out of a hidey-hole

and ambushes the platoon on a search-and-destroy. “Good thing I brought my black pajamas and sandals!”

What a trooper. She also plays the captured prisoner, the native informant, and the beautiful turncoat.

The sniper girl is her favorite role because it’s like taking pictures. “The beauty, the beauty!”

her voice volleys spookily from behind some rocks as she picks off one of my men after another.

Sometimes the photographer shoots herself. I know she must have her own personal baggage—

later I find her sobbing in the bamboo grove. I tell her it’s O.K., these wars only last three days.

“What will you do when it’s all over?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I say. “Plan the next one.”

On Day 3, after another routine patrol we sit together on my favorite log, in the shade of oaks,

and devise more scenarios. The topo map unfolds across our laps like a magic carpet.

She’s got killer bangs above camera eyes. I mark all the booby traps and landing zones

as she speaks of controlled light and the hole that opens up when you press the shutter button.

At twenty-four hundred our hands nearly touch. There was a meteor shower. I call in mortar fire.

#poetry #poems and poetry #poemsociety #poemblr #poem #hai dang phan #a brief history of reenactment

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tecchous-thicc-buttocks · 9 months

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Do you have a name to go by or… (/lh)

that's. that's a good question 🕴️

can yall call me buttocks I want to see if it takes off /hj

BUT UH HERE'S MY CARRD (finally made one even tho it gives no info-- i'll add it into my bio i suppose??)

call me hades <3

#or call me yours <3 #or call me ur mom #or call me daddy #or call me ur sussy baka #ur lil discord kitten *growls cutely*/j #so many good options what to chose hmmm #I'VE BEEN STRUGGLING WITH THIS BC I DON'T LIKE TO BE ADDRESSED????#only like. a few of yall have addressed me and i'm realizing that referring to me as “tecchousthiccbuttocks” may not be the most practical #thing #it's funny tho #i like being an inconvenience (loving)#some of my moots call me hades so i guess it'll have to stick #i don't mean to be edgy with the name i just think it's cute???#hay-deez #hay deez nuts #which reminds me i have my discord in my carrd yall can like dm me or wtv #pssht *wiggles*#ALSO WHY THE /LH #HOW CAN ASKING SOMEONE'S NAME BE HEAVY HEARTED???#dang anon u rly broke my heart by asking that⛓️🥀🖤💔#/lh #only tone indicators i use are /j and /hj because no matter my level of tomfoolery i am always joking #answering asks

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hotelbooking · 10 months

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Hai Dang Hotel Located in Cửa Lò, 500 metres from Cua Lo Beach, Hai Dang Hotel provides accommodation with a garden, free private parking, a shared lounge and a restaurant. Each accommodation at the 3-star hotel has sea views, and guests can enjoy access to a bar and to a private beach area. The accommodation offers a 24-hour front desk, airport transfers, room service and free WiFi throughout the property. At the hotel every room is equipped with air conditioning, a desk, a flat-screen TV, a private bathroom, bed linen, towels and a terrace with a city view. Each room includes a kettle, while selected rooms have a balcony and others also provide guests with garden views. All units in Hai Dang Hotel are equipped with free toiletries and an iPod docking station. The accommodation offers an American or Asian breakfast. The area is popular for hiking and cycling, and bike hire is available at this 3-star hotel. The nearest airport is Vinh International Airport, 10 km from Hai Dang Hotel.

#Hai Dang Hotel #HotelKDM #hotel #travel

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southeastasianarchaeology · 1 year

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Bach Dang pile yard added to dossier seeking UNESCO recognition for Yen Tu complex

via VNA/Vietnam Plus, 13 May 2023: Quang Ninh, Hai Duong, and Bac Giang provinces are working on adding the Bach Dang pile yard to the scientific dossier on the Complex of Yen Tu Monuments and Landscapes to seek recognition as a Unesco World Heritage Site. The People’s Committees of the northern provinces of Quang Ninh, Hai Duong and Bac Giang have agreed to consult leaders of the Ministry of…

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#Bac Giang (province)#Bach Dang (river)#Battle of Bach Dang River #Hai Duong (province)#Quang Ninh (province)#Unesco nomination #Yen Tu Complex

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poetryisdistillation · 2 years

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In the middle of my life, I found myself in an edge habitat staring into dense tangles of blackberry and watching a baffling fall warbler feeding drowsily in the shrubs. He was strikingly plain, olive-green with grayish head, you might even say dull, dark, dingy, distinctly indistinct— an orange-crowned of the eastern celata subspecies! Remarkably and characteristically late, a recent arrival from the boreal north of Alaska and Canada, drifting south- easterly across the Great Plains and Mississippi Valley to tarry at my local patch in Warren County, IL, he takes his dear sweet time, for what’s the hurry. Late this morning approaching the end of October, among faded goldenrods, the black stars of spent flowers, I had been walking along a familiar trail of dead leaves still wet from the night’s gentle frost, a heatless sun over my shoulder, counting the kinglets fluttering high above my head in the quaking aspens, counting the maple leaves slowly rocking down to earth, counting the years. Lucky, I heard his sharp chip calling from pokeweed! He sent me into a rapt confusion, looking and listening intently as I worked on making an identification. No help, he conceals his crown wherever he goes. So I trust who his eyelash-fine faint eyeline says he is, note the details as he goes about his flitting ways, from perch to perch, flashes of pale yellow under his flicking tail. While others gorge on autumn berries, he forages deliberately for his favorite invertebrates, his pencil sharp bill probing into dead leaf clusters. The spider tastes good to him. He sips the morning dew glazed on the bronze leaf. He considers the cataract of leaf light and vine light. Somewhat of a loner, it’s true, you won’t catch him in a mob action, though he has a travel companion and may fall into mixed flocks, as the days on the wing can be tedious and dangerous. He would stay here, but it is in his nature to go. Yet there is still green to glean before moving on, and time. Chances are I will be here tomorrow and the next day, chances are I will look for him in the misty entanglements as if pursuing the central mystery of his life, and mine.

My Ornithology (Orange-crowned Warbler) by Hai-Dang Phan

#poetry #poem #hai-dang phan

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jellyclogs · 9 months

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how op men react to you calling them darling prt.2

characters: Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Marco, Buggy

y/n has she/her pronouns

Zoro:

“Excuse me?” Zoro laughed.

Your face was suddenly on fire. You hadn't meant to call him darling. You had meant to just ask, “Have you eaten.” you repeated. He looked way too much like the leading man in the romance novel you were reading. It wasn't your fault you called him darling it was the dam books.

“You're missing a part,” Zoro smirked, he was enjoying how flustered you were, it was pretty dang cute.

“Did you eat or not?” you huffed crossing your arms.

“Yeah I did,” he shot you a teasing look, “Darling.”

You thought your face was on fire before… well now it really had to be. You turned and rushed away from him. You might burst into flames from the intensity of your embarrassment. You were going to burn that novel.

“Something wrong darling?” he called after you in a laugh.

Sabo

“Hay Darling could you pass me those papers,” you called to the blond as he was passing your desk painting to a stack of paper across the room from you. You were so engrossed in your work that you hadn't even realized what you'd said.

Sabo froze, a smile coming to dance across his lips, “No problem sweetheart,” he said without skipping a beat. He grabbed the stack of paper before setting them on your desk.

You glanced up at him a puzzled look on your face, “Sweetheart?” you hummed, “What with the pet name Sabo?” you quirked a brow

Sabo’s smile grew, “You're the one who started it.” he wished he could snap a picture of the look you had on your face, it was priceless.

You tilted your head to the side. It took an almost embarrassingly long time for you to relize what you had said to him. You bit your lip before smiling, “I guess your right darling. I did start this,” you purred.

Sabo's face flushed, “Don't use that voice on me, sweetheart,” he leaned down resting his hands on your desk, “and don't start a game you can't win.” his voice had dropped an octave, it was now low and sultry.

“I'm not sure what game you're referring to darling,” you leaned forward laying on the seductive tone even harder, “But if I did I'm sure I'd win.”

Sobo leaned even closer, his eyes were very intense, “Come on sweetheart, you know you'd lose.”

Before the game you two were playing cold get out of hand Kola stepped in. She slapped the back of both of your heads hissing, “Oh cut it out both of you.” she shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

Sanji:

You smiled to yourself as you baked. You were in the process of making marbled brownies. You made a dark chocolate batter followed by a pumpkin batter before swirling them together. You popped your creation into the oven before beginning to clean up your mess. It was currently 1:30 a.m., so you knew you had plenty of time to leave it spotless. Sanji would not wake up till 5 am

You knew that using the kitchen without Sanji's approval could be a dangerous game but you just had to. You would ask Sanji to forgive you later. There was no way you could ask him to use the kitchen not when you were trying to surprise him. You were making him a birthday treat.

You spent the 40 minutes it took for the brownies to bake to clean the kitchen till the floor sparkled. You pulled the pan of brownies out of the oven, they were perfectly baked nice crunchy corners and an ooey gooey center. You were no professional but you could bake like one.

You set the brownies on the counter along with a box of expensive black tea you bought him from a few islands ago. You spent the next ten minutes debating whether or not you'd leave a note. Finally, you gave in to yourself and left a note. “Happy birthday darling,” you wrote out in your nicest handwriting before singing it in the bottom right corner.

Glancing at the clock you read the time was 2:25 am. You skittered out of the kitchen and headed to bead. You sent a silent prayer to whatever god was listening Luffy wouldn't get hungry for a snack before Sanji woke up.

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Sanji got out of bed at Five a.m. sharp. It may have been his birthday but he would not skip out on his job. He was the ship's cook and he'd be damned if he didn't cook them a proper breakfast. His birthday would be mad special when he saw the look of delight on Nami’s, Robins's, and (y/n)’s faces when they ate the breakfast he made.

He pulled on clean clothes before heading to the kitchen. He needed a cup of nice strong black tea to wake him up. He almost slipped into his normal routine till his eyes landed on a pan on the counter. He rushed over to it wondering which member of the crew had left him a dirty dish to deal with.

He stopped in front of the pan when he saw it was full, someone had made brownies he felt confused. He then noticed the box of tea next to it. The tea looked expensive. He picked it up and read over the container. He realized it was a tea that he'd put back after he realized he didn't have the budget for it a few islands ago. His eyes finally landed on the little slip of paper resting on the top of the brownies.

“Happy Birthday Darling” he read glancing down to the signature. He felt his heart raced as he read (y/n)’s name. When had she had the time to make this? He looked around the kitchen trying to find evidence of her baking but it was spotless.

He hugged the note to his chest, feeling tears in his eyes. He hadn't expected much for his birthday. This was so much more than what he expected. He decided to not start his prep for breakfast yet. He brewed himself a cup of his new tea, cut himself a brownie, lit a cigarette, and sat down. He could take a bit of time to appreciate the gift.

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You were pulled out of bed by Nami at 7 a.m. You were honestly in no mood to be awake, that was until you remembered that it was Sanji’s birthday. You got up stretching and yawning.

You and Nami walked to the kitchen together. You couldn't wait to see how Sanji had reacted to your little surprise. Before you entered the kitchen you whispered into Nami’s ear, “Don't forget to tell Sanji happy birthday.”

She rolled her eyes at you… hard.

Then the two of you walked in. “Good morning Sanji.” You smiled at him.

Sanj slowly and deliberately walked across the kitchen to stand in front of you. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before hugging you. “Thank you, princess,” he whispered kissing your forehead and walking away, A trickle of blood running from his nose.

Marco:

You were sick, you had a fever, your nose was running and you had the chills. You stumbled from the room you shared with Marco to the infirmary. You knew he had to be there since he wasn't in the room with you. You always got needy when you were sick.

You made it there to see Marco working on paperwork. He was slumped over at his desk working like there was no tomorrow. You knew his work was important but at the moment you couldn't care less about it. You just wanted your lover to come cuddle with you and make you feel a little better.

“Darling,” you whimpered as you made it to his desk, “Will you come cuddle with me?” you sounded absolutely pathetic. If your voice alone had not convinced him to come to bed with you then the way you looked forced his hand. You had a pout on your face the comforter of your shared bed wrapped around you.

Marco looked up from the paperwork he was working on, “You really shouldn't be out of bed.” he said a smile on his lips as he shook his head.

“I don't wanna be alone. Darling, please come to bed with me.” The pout on your face mixed with the flush of fever made you look more than cute.

Marco laughed, you only ever called him darling when you wanted him to do something for you. He wanted to pretend like it wasn’t an effective strategy but couldn't. Whenever you called him darling he was putty in your hands, “OK my little bird I'll come back to bed with you.” he sighed.

Your pout turned into a smile as you heard his words, “Thank you.” Even with your slightly scratchy voice, Marco found your voice soothing.

Marco stood up from his desk and walked over to you. He easily swept you off of your feet, carrying you bridal style, “Let's get you back to bed before you share this cold with someone.” he had no worries about getting sick himself, ever since he ate the phoenix phoenix fruit he was immune to most colds and illnesses.

“If you leave me there I'm gonna follow you.” You leaned into his chest closing your eyes already feeling sleepy.

Marco just shook his head. He knew for a fact you weren't joking. He sighed, for the sake of the crew he’d better stay with you. He tried to be upset about having to stay in bed with you but he couldn't manage it.

Buggy

You laid in bed next to Buggy. Your lover had his back to you as he slept You had had a nightmare and couldn't get yourself to fall asleep. You didn't want to wake him up, but you really wanted him to hold you. You didn't need to talk about the nightmare you just needed to be in his arms. You hesitantly reached a handout and shook his shoulder, “Please wake up darling.” you whispered.

Buggy was usually a heavy sleeper but the fear in your voice made him instantly roll over. With sleep still fogging his senses he asked, “What’s the matter, honey?” he looked at you with tired but concerned eyes.

“I'm sorry to wake you but would you please just hold me?” you asked in a soft and apologetic voice.

Buggy studied your face for a long moment before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. It didn't take a genius to tell you were upset. The look you had on your face was heartbreaking, “Don't be,” he mumbled, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong now or in the morning.” his voice sounded grumpy but you could tell he truly did want to make you feel better.

“In the morning darling,” you close your eyes already feeling like you could sleep again, “please just go back to sleep.” You kissed his cheek.

He grunted in response holding you tighter. He would sleep now, but in the morning he'd find out what had upset you. You were his flashy little partner and he would not neglect you. It did not take him long to fall back to sleep.

The sound of his heart and the feeling of his chest rising and falling quickly calmed you down. You found it much easier to sleep. You found yourself falling back to sleep rather quickly.

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