Perhaps musician Tran Hoan considered Mr. Tuong when he put the word Heart first. That Heart will give birth to the word Love and other "T"s. Musician Tran Hoan only said it briefly like that, everyone can understand it however they want. Although I am Mr. Tuong's younger brother, I am not sure I understand everything... And I would like to add a few "T"s according to my understanding.
Writer Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong
Letter A
My family is Buddhist. My brother and I both took refuge with Venerable Thich Don Hau - abbot of Linh Mu Pagoda in Hue and the 3rd Patriarch of the Buddhist Sangha. Venerable Thich Don Hau gave Mr. Tuong the dharma name Tam Thuc. Thuc is the understanding through many layers of thinking on both the spatial and temporal axes to discover or approach the truth.
Here is a story: Once, in the Pho Thong magazine of Nguyen Vy in Saigon before 1975, there was an article criticizing King Duy Tan for failing in his great work (ie the failed uprising plan in 1916 in the capital Hue) because he listened to a frog fisherman . The person the author of the article called the frog fisherman was Tran Cao Van. The original Tran Cao Van often disguised himself as a fisherman in Tinh Tam Lake in Hue Citadel to conveniently meet King Duy Tan without being suspected by French secret agents. In the eyes of the general public, Tran Cao Van was just a frog fisherman.
But in the essay "Respectfully commemorating Tran Cao Van" by Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong, we will recognize a Tran Cao Van "with the ideology of Trung Thien Dich , with the slogan of demanding the right to expel the enemy, loving the people, rising up for the people, even if he is alone, he will set up a battle, losing this battle, setting up another battle, bowing and dedicating himself until death". With the word Thuc by Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong, Tran Cao Van was not mistaken for a frog fisherman but showed the great stature of a son of the land of Quang Nam, a land of talented people. And this word Thuc is not only encountered once in the article about Tran Cao Van but has been present in most of Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong's works.
Poetry
People are used to calling Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong a writer, so they almost forget one thing: he is also a poet. Mr. Tuong wrote poetry much earlier than he wrote prose. When he was a high school student, his friends called him the River of Poetry . That was the longest river that silently flowed through his life.
Writer Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong during a coffee break watching the river with his family
Some people think that for Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong, poetry is just a sideline and prose is his right profession. But that is not the case.
If you read it in full, you will see that the literature and poetry are all "genuine" in the life of literature and art. However, Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong's poetry rarely appears loudly because it needs a truly quiet place in space and in the soul. Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong calls that place the real home of poetry.
"Each person is only truly himself in his own home. Poetry is the same. Poetry needs to return to its real home, which is sadness. A poet's right is the right to be sad ."
And in that house, Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong exercised his right to be sad: he wrote poems not only with the rare materials needed in literature but also more - with the sadness of his thoughts and worldly affairs mixed together in his soul.
In the poetry collection Hibiscus Picker by Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong published in 1992, there is a poem titled Birthday:
Tomorrow I will sleep on the hill
The sun spreads yellow flowers around me
The lark in childhood
It flew back crying forever.
He talked about his birthday , but it sounded like a beautiful literary image about death, so this can also be considered the last poem of Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong.
The word "Talent" is associated with the word "Disaster".
As a writer and poet, the word Talent has been recognized. The word Tai here literally means Stroke . He suffered a stroke in 1998 while teaching at Duy Tan University, Da Nang. Since then, he has been in and out of consciousness for 25 years.
In 2021, on Mr. Tuong's 84th birthday, I gave him a poem with the following title:
" Wake up all your life and write the word Heart
The word seems to have been written.
Send back the farewell message
A clear moon in the river"
In addition, I also imitate the ancients and write a couplet:
" The Khuê Văn realm traces the earth and reaches the sky, pours a cup of peach wine, makes good friends and lifts a jade pen.
"On the path of resistance, wearing the stars and the moon, tasting hardships, following comrades with a steadfast heart ."
In his life, Mr. Tuong did not appreciate my writing. But now the problem is not literature but the last farewell words before the separation. Well then! Goodbye.
Writer Hoang Phu Ngoc Tuong was born on September 9, 1937 and died on July 24, 2023; at the age of 87.
The memorial service will be held from 2:00 p.m. on July 30 to July 31 at the Thua Thien - Hue Literature and Arts Association; No. 3 Phan Boi Chau, Vinh Ninh Ward, Hue City.
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