Week1
Assignment
Assignment
Original Text:
Eurydice
OCEAN VUONGIt’s more like the sound
a doe makes
when the arrowhead
replaces the day
with an answer to the rib’s
hollowed hum. We saw it coming
but kept walking through the hole
in the garden. Because the leaves
were bright green & the fire
only a pink brushstroke
in the distance. It’s not
about the light—but how dark
it makes you depending
on where you stand.
Depending on where you stand
his name can appear like moonlight
shredded in a dead dog’s fur.
His name changed when touched
by gravity. Gravity breaking
our kneecaps just to show us
the sky. We kept saying Yes—
even with all those birds.
Who would believe us
now? My voice cracking
like bones inside the radio.
Silly me. I thought love was real
& the body imaginary.
But here we are—standing
in the cold field, him calling
for the girl. The girl
beside him. Frosted grass
snapping beneath her hooves.
a doe makes
when the arrowhead
replaces the day
with an answer to the rib’s
hollowed hum. We saw it coming
but kept walking through the hole
in the garden. Because the leaves
were bright green & the fire
only a pink brushstroke
in the distance. It’s not
about the light—but how dark
it makes you depending
on where you stand.
Depending on where you stand
his name can appear like moonlight
shredded in a dead dog’s fur.
His name changed when touched
by gravity. Gravity breaking
our kneecaps just to show us
the sky. We kept saying Yes—
even with all those birds.
Who would believe us
now? My voice cracking
like bones inside the radio.
Silly me. I thought love was real
& the body imaginary.
But here we are—standing
in the cold field, him calling
for the girl. The girl
beside him. Frosted grass
snapping beneath her hooves.
❶ N+7
change the noun to the 7th word start with same letter
in his novel “ON EARTH WE'RE BRIEFLY GORGEOUS”
(if the word have used shift to 8th, 9th ...)
It’s more like the struck
a death makes
when the antlers
replaces the distances
with an away to the rake
hollowed helmet We saw it coming
but kept whole through the head
in the gasping. Because the lips
were broad green& the fences
only a pink because
in the deeper. It’s not
about the lock—but how dark
it makes you depending
on where you stand.
Depending on where you stand
his nailing can appear like Michigan
shredded in a dead danger’s freedom.
His nine changed when touched
by grade. Girl breaking
our known just to show us
the shook. We kept saying Yes—
even with all those butterflies.
Who would believe us
now? My village cracking
like body inside the repeat.
Silly me. I thrill leave was real
& the boiler indicating.
But here we are—standing
in the clothesline fifteen, him calling
for the green. The girl
beside him. Frosted garden
snapping beneath her head.