Nguyễn Ngọc Tư
Chuyện chú nhạc sỹ già vừa qua thì anh nhạc sỹ chớm già cũng trờ tới, khoan bàn tới chuyện mấy ảnh nói đúng hay sai, nhưng cái không gian nói thấy hình như không hợp. Tôi nghĩ vậy. Giống như trong bữa nhậu cùng nhau lèo nhèo nói về người vắng mặt, con kia xấu thấy ghê mà lấy chồng đẹp, con kia vừa nâng ngực giá ba ngàn, thằng kia bị vợ cắm sừng. Sáng sau nội dung cuộc ấy lên báo. Mà màng lọc thông tin của báo giờ rách đáy, gì cũng lên báo được. Những ưu tư về nghề nói trong hội thảo chuyên đề, hay trên một diễn đàn nâng cao chất lượng nhạc Việt chẳng hạn, thì hay hơn nhiều, người nói và người phản biện đều đường đường chính chính. Tranh luận có nóng bỏng đến đâu thì cũng không bị quy là ném đá sau lưng. Hoặc, bức xúc quá thì tự viết bài gởi báo đăng. Cái không khí hai người rúc trong góc quán nói về ai ai đó, gì thì cũng thấy nhập nhoạng.
The story of the senior composer, the budding senior composer who lightly discussed the story of those guys being right or wrong, but the speaking ambience didn't feel quite right. That's what I think. Like at a drinking party where they feebly speak together of someone absent, that kid's so ugly how can she marry a handsome husband, that kid just had her breasts lifted for 3,000, that dude was just cuckolded by his wife. The next morning the contents of that meeting made it into the newspaper. But the news filter for the papers these days has been torn to pieces, anything can get into the papers. Professional grievances get spoken of during the professional seminars, or in some forum about raising the quality of Vietnamese music, for example, it's much better if the speakers and the respondents both play it straight. If the discussion gets heated at all then one gets accused of casting stones behind someone else's back. Or, if it's overly pressing, then someone pens a letter to send to the paper. The atmosphere of a couple of people dragging each other through the mud in the corner of some joint talking about somebody or other, anything would seem scintillating.
The story of the senior composer, the budding senior composer who lightly discussed the story of those guys being right or wrong, but the speaking ambience didn't feel quite right. That's what I think. Like at a drinking party where they feebly speak together of someone absent, that kid's so ugly how can she marry a handsome husband, that kid just had her breasts lifted for 3,000, that dude was just cuckolded by his wife. The next morning the contents of that meeting made it into the newspaper. But the news filter for the papers these days has been torn to pieces, anything can get into the papers. Professional grievances get spoken of during the professional seminars, or in some forum about raising the quality of Vietnamese music, for example, it's much better if the speakers and the respondents both play it straight. If the discussion gets heated at all then one gets accused of casting stones behind someone else's back. Or, if it's overly pressing, then someone pens a letter to send to the paper. The atmosphere of a couple of people dragging each other through the mud in the corner of some joint talking about somebody or other, anything would seem scintillating.
Trước có ông nhà văn già viết chân dung một ông nhà văn già khác, có nói đến tình bạn vong niên của tôi với cụ kia. Chẳng hiểu diễn dịch làm sao mà ông già tám mươi chín tuổi với tôi lâm ly hệt bồ bịch. Dù chẳng vì chuyện đó mà trở nên xa cách, nhưng hai thằng tôi ngượng, ủa tụi mình thăm nhau có gì thấy ghê đâu mà lên báo.
Before there was an old author who wrote a portrait of another old author that spoke of the my youthful friendship with that old man. I'll never understand how to deduce that an old man of 80 or 90 with me is heart-rending like an old girlfriend. Though not for that reason, we became distant, but those two geezers embarrassed me, jeepers, we got together there's nothing so awful as to put in the papers.
Before there was an old author who wrote a portrait of another old author that spoke of the my youthful friendship with that old man. I'll never understand how to deduce that an old man of 80 or 90 with me is heart-rending like an old girlfriend. Though not for that reason, we became distant, but those two geezers embarrassed me, jeepers, we got together there's nothing so awful as to put in the papers.
Trong những bài phỏng vấn, tôi tránh không bàn đến người thứ ba. Nhưng tôi là người thứ ba trong cuộc trò chuyện của người khác (nhất là đàn bà) là không tránh khỏi, kiểu như "tôi thấy Tư đang loay hoay thoát ra...", blabla.. Haizzz
In interviews, I avoid discussing third parties. But that I am the third party in other people's conversations (especially of women) I can't avoid, things like "I saw Tư fuss about and leave..." blah, blah. Sigh.
In interviews, I avoid discussing third parties. But that I am the third party in other people's conversations (especially of women) I can't avoid, things like "I saw Tư fuss about and leave..." blah, blah. Sigh.
Đôi lúc, một câu chuyện phù phiếm trà dư tửu hậu với bạn bè bỗng dưng phơi bày trên mặt báo, tôi gọi đó là tai nạn. Hiểu rằng bạn bè không phải lúc nào cũng đủ lý trí kiểm soát chừng mực của sự riêng tư, nhưng tôi tự nhủ thôi lần sau ít nói lại một chút. Sẽ rúc vào sâu hơn, né kỹ hơn, lầm lì hơn... những thứ đó, biểu hiện ra bên ngoài sẽ có tên gọi là kiêu ngạo.
Occasionally, a frivolous story from too much tea or imbibing with friends suddenly is displayed on the pages of the paper, now that I call a disaster. Understanding that friend don't always have enough sense to control and moderate their privacy, then I remind myself next time to say a little less. It will nose in deeper, dodge more carefully, more taciturn... those things, manifested on the outside is called arrogance.
Occasionally, a frivolous story from too much tea or imbibing with friends suddenly is displayed on the pages of the paper, now that I call a disaster. Understanding that friend don't always have enough sense to control and moderate their privacy, then I remind myself next time to say a little less. It will nose in deeper, dodge more carefully, more taciturn... those things, manifested on the outside is called arrogance.
Chọn cách đó, bởi vì chẳng còn đường nào khác.
I choose that style, because there's no other way.
I choose that style, because there's no other way.
P/s : viết nhân ngày xui tháng rủi năm tuổi đen thui :(
P.S.: written on an unlucky day of a hapless month at an age singed black
http://www.nguyenngoctu.net/2013/09/gioi-han-cua-rieng-tu.html
P.S.: written on an unlucky day of a hapless month at an age singed black
http://www.nguyenngoctu.net/2013/09/gioi-han-cua-rieng-tu.html
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