Last Year in Viet Nam

00:01:43 This is how it started:

00:02:30 The rest is nothing but extreme fiction.

00:02:39 . . .man, animal, town and thing.

00:02:50 And after all, anyone can do the same.

00:03:13 . . .where one can struggle within the void.

00:03:23 It is exceptional in the course of human time.

00:04:03 . . .but the isolation in the bustling American community. . .

00:04:37 . . .goaded, freed and loose. Their true nature. . .

00:04:48 . . .against the cracked sides of prisons. . .

00:05:18 . . .as they are tantalized by the vile fever of the tropics.

00:05:32 When we are no longer slaves of work and cold. . .

00:05:53 . . .truth, the stench of the pond. . .

00:06:07 . . .we find the pretext of passionate whim. . .

00:06:20 . . .cruelty, mischievousness. . .

00:06:31 . . .from the past.

00:06:50 All the poetry is gone, since we have lived to this day.

00:07:17 And to die and never understand. . .

00:07:28 We shall tell all, without changing a word. . .

00:11:00 From afar, the tugboat has whistled.

00:11:15 . . .and the entire city, and the sky, and the water. . .