Adultery Is Extravagance.

Be Careful What You Say. It Comes True. It Comes True. I Had To Leave Home In Order To See The World Logically, Logic The New Way Of Seeing. I Learned To Think That Mysteries Are For Explanation. I Enjoy The Simplicity. Concrete Pours Out Of My Mouth To Cover The Forests With Freeways And Sidewalks. Give Me Plastics, Periodical Tables, Tv Dinners With Vegetables No More Complex Than Peas Mixed With Diced Carrots. Shine Floodlights Into Dark Corners: No Ghosts.

I Learned To Make My Mind Large, As The Universe Is Large, So That There Is Room For Paradoxes. Petals Are Bone Marrow; Pearls Come From Oysters. The Dragon Lives In The Sky, Ocean, Marshes, And Mountains; And The Mountains Are Also Its Cranium. Its Voice Thunders And Jingles Like Copper Pans. It Breathes Fire And Water; And Sometimes The Dragon Is One, Sometimes Many.

Reading Ngo Tu Lap's Poems, Terrible Nostalgia Wells Up In Me- Nostalgia For A Lost Time And A Far-gone Country, Nostalgia For People I've Loved, And For Creatures Of Forests And Rivers. I Feel Gratitude Too. War Is Over. Peace Arrives With These Beautiful Poems.

A Story Can Take You Through A Whole Process Of Searching, Seeking, Confronting, Through Conflicts, And Then To A Resolution. As The Storyteller And The Listener, We Go Through A Story Together.

When We Chinese Girls Listened To The Adults Talk-story, We Learned That We Failed If We Grew Up To Be But Wives Or Slaves. We Could Be Heroines, Swordswomen. Even If She Had To Rage Across All China, A Swordswoman Got Even With Anybody Who Hurt Her Family. Perhaps Women Were Once So Dangerous That They Had To Have Their Feet Bound.