… dreams, hope, and love, the minute observation of prison life, and above all, the survival of poetry in Nguyên Chí … the wreck,' but adds 'I still dream it, keep dreaming it, my dream.' He counts his ribs, but still trades corn and … For this man poetry was no luxury - it was the staff of life." -From "Welcome to the Lac-Viet" by James C. Scott, …