It is our honor to share with you Mac Crary’s poetry here this week. We are moved by his fresh voice and authentic connection with more than one Little Saigon in America. Mac’s memories of Vietnam/American War were painted vividly with powerful and at times mourning words, and so inviting to provoke ours that occurred simultaneously at the other side of the Pacific Ocean. In short, Mac’s recent letter to the International Examiner, as well as his two below poem do warm our humble spirit and activism mind. The heart-felt connection is in fact unexpected and priceless.
One would wish Little Saigon
And then came Branson
After years of tutoring
This home shall be rooted
- Mac Crary
The Deaf River
The word Vietnam fell on my forehead like water torture.
Some men see women in categories
You will remember that
For us the only answer
Some of us keep an agonized
Be it ever so humble.
One Summer when I was poor
I went out to the Tao Dan Cafe
A poet crosses off a word from paper.
And the word is no.
- Mac Crary (from “Hypotenuse: Poetry for the Commoner” )
Letter to the International Examiner re: “Little Saigon Asks the Mayor to Walk the Talk” (Thư Anh ngữ cho chủ bút International Examiner về bài “Little Saigon Yêu Cầu Lời Nói Thị Trưởng Đi Đôi Việc Làm)
Thư cho chủ bút International Examiner về bài “Little Saigon Yêu Cầu Lời Nói Thị Trưởng Đi Đôi Việc Làm (Vietnamese Version)