tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75522098515081439102011-10-08T22:20:37.719+08:00浮云http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391921680580559112noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552209851508143910.post-81108423204927634502008-09-05T09:27:00.005+08:002008-09-05T09:36:47.802+08:00写在昏黄的纸上。写在寄护照的牛皮纸信封底。写在虚空里。<div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">献给小男孩</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>北回归线以南</div><div>最后一片枫叶将</div><div>死于或者活过某个冬天</div><div>向北（于是向北）</div><div><br /></div><div>大雪压弯的枝头</div><div>一枚松果艰难地死去</div><div>攥紧子孙的手摊向天空</div><div>再向北（于是再向北）</div><div><br /></div><div>人们把太阳整个埋进地里</div><div>夜是漫长的海</div><div>只有一颗星照耀的地方</div><div>沉默和爆发都那么艰难</div><div>在不能向北的地方</div><div>正午的星空下</div><div>我祈求：一场雨，一颗种子和一个冬天</div><div>为了子孙我祈求雨和种子</div><div>为了冬天我祈求一个冬天</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dec. 2007</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">向日</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>面包 鸡锤 太阳蛋</div><div>榨菜 橙汁 公仔面</div><div>没有开灯的冬日早晨不得赖床</div><div>而不能刷牙的日子转瞬即逝</div><div>只有这不能安睡的清晨是永恒的</div><div>而我要在这夜里送你一朵盛开的向日葵</div><div><br /></div><div>谁说的</div><div>分沧海 笑无常</div><div>损肝脑 断心肠</div><div><br /></div><div>深知身在情长在</div><div>当时有意作寻常</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jul. 2008</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">将进酒</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>今夜我在松林废堡</div><div>落日带走了本雅明和尼采</div><div>带走了女人</div><div>只有我</div><div>只有我</div><div>而晚霞也要落下</div><div><br /></div><div>今夜我在松林废堡</div><div>化不成山川也化不成土地</div><div>若是化为一片云</div><div>落下为雨</div><div>不知今秋的野花是否如今日般凋敝</div><div><br /></div><div>亲爱的</div><div>今夜我在松林废堡</div><div>这夜凉如水</div><div>是晚上的石子</div><div>是墓碑前的茶</div><div>是旧时的雨和未开的花</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jul. 2008</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552209851508143910-8110842320492763450?l=xylomancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>浮云http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391921680580559112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552209851508143910.post-83528309231200504722007-11-07T21:40:00.000+08:002007-11-07T22:06:33.948+08:00这两首和前一篇的五首基本上是没有写作先后顺序的。上一篇发的时候找不到这两首的原稿，便现在才放上来。<br /><br /><strong><u></u></strong><br /><strong><u>船歌<br /></u></strong><br />零碎的身体出生如下葬<br />摇摆如泅渡的船<br />撕咬的声音是咿呀学语<br />是<br />阿格龙河上的沉沙<br /><br />亲爱的<br />你看渔人把自己埋进笼里<br />水花翻沫<br />拉起一箱一箱残肢断臂<br />组装<br />熟练如热恋的吻<br /><br />亲爱的<br />你再看那佝偻而犬牙交错的身体<br />缠绵得像葬礼上的花<br /><br />亲爱的<br />我们出生盛开如夏雨<br />而那一年我们合葬<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><u>惊蛰<br /></u></strong><br />剧毒的盐我们吃一口<br />不死；两口，不死。<br />我们吃呀吃。<br /><br />我们的心都是刀子<br />肌骨是沙<br />刻下的字 是那一朝一夕<br />消失两次<br />如同两顿毒药。<br /><br />死了的人毒是祭品<br />剩下的人毒是书角的页码<br />翻过许多，忽然就到头了。<br />两页白纸<br />墓志铭大约太长<br />序言则嫌短<br />便空着。<br />那是回过头时<br />眼里的星芒——<br />那是最后一勺。<br /><br />血和树林一样多<br />而树木将会随大地陷进海里<br />化石的纹理是婴孩的笑<br />妈妈的奶有毒<br /><br />如是五十六亿七千万年<br />人说<br />服毒的人是软弱的<br />人说<br />惊蛰日，忙耕种<br /><br />毒盐是化石的花<br />一开再开。<br />开。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552209851508143910-8352830923120050472?l=xylomancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>浮云http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391921680580559112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552209851508143910.post-23588247967503163082007-10-31T02:18:00.000+08:002007-10-31T18:11:42.359+08:00感谢想象力，让我在那些可以看见却无法触摸的地方驰骋——比如克莱因的瓶子，比如我们的世界。<br />感谢这些误解让我们有了诗。<br />感谢我从未懂得，今后也大约不可能懂得的微分拓扑学，让我看见那无处不在的克莱因瓶。<br />感谢那些我们从未经历的浪漫。<br />以及死亡。<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><u>我们的祖先没有坎儿井<br /></u></strong><br /><br />我们活着的骨头朝向天空<br />死去之后插进地里<br />是血管<br />坎儿井里有流沙的魂。<br /><br />卜书说<br />你们须得记得<br />玉门关外 一叠二叠三叠<br />一陷二陷深陷<br />压进血肉陷进肌骨渗进<br />最后两颗沙砾和星辰之间。<br /><br />这沙地和你们都是要活着死去的<br /><br />站出来的人们<br />请把头颅抛开。<br />眼眶向上<br />为了那两丛玫瑰。<br /><br /><br /><u><strong>干将歌<br /></strong></u><br /><br />阴芒现，干将出。<br />驱晨雾，划腐土。<br />穿云破雨分江湖。<br /><br />三岁过，千岁重，<br />出无鞘，归无主。<br />一朝一歌一坯土。<br /><br />杯酒化鸿蒙，<br />七步，<br />七步，<br />赤橙黄绿几时休，<br />一腔朽骨东海头。<br /><br /><br /><strong><u>Apocrypha · Gospel of A Love Story</u></strong><strong><u><br /></u></strong><strong><u><br /></u></strong><br />There must be a time when<br />The last drop at the tip of a teapot<br />Frozen into an Indian summer<br />Sublimed<br />Upon the textures in your smiles<br /><br />Let our shadows mate in the finale of an infinite summer<br />Let the last leaf of every rotten flower<br />Bury our fading footprints<br />Let the light go out before we are blind<br />Honey.<br />Light up my cigarette and<br />Let there be light.<br /><br /><br /><strong><u>Last Emperor</u></strong><br /><br />上文学院的课，Understanding Narratives，课堂的习作。要求对着一幅画写一首诗，画上是在一片广袤的土地上，一个白人男子弯下腰对着一个黑人小男孩，神情友好。<br /><br />Papa told me papa's papa was an emperor.<br />Emperor under the sun<br />upon the land<br />beyond the horizon<br /><br />"Now it comes to you<br />my son.<br />Let me glorify you."<br /><br />I grew old as if I grew young<br />younger than a child<br />And now I understand<br />A child is a father of a man.<br /><br />With an icecream in hand<br />I remember how I grow old:<br />(How long have you been away from the joy that an icecream brings to you?)<br /><br />A white man<br />as white as the icecream in his hand<br />came up to me, bent down, smiled.<br />"Take this and show me the way to home."<br /><br />Papa's papa may have a home,<br />where papa grew.<br />It was smashed later<br />as my grandfather.<br />And still, my papa grew.<br /><br />Papa married Lucy, Lucy had me,<br />and Lucy died.<br />But I cannot remember.<br />What I can only remember is how the ice cream melted.<br /><br />It is our Empire<br />Empire under the sum<br />upon the land<br />beyond the horizon<br /><br />And when I hear they sang:<br />"Lucy in the sky with diamonds."[1]<br />I know<br />icecream never melts.<br /><br />Let it glorify me<br />I said<br />The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.[2]<br /><br /><br />Notes:<br /><br />[1]: "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" is a song written mainly by John Lennon (credited to Lennon/McCartney) and recorded by The Beatles for their 1967 album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. "Lucy" is girl lived 3.2 million years ago in acient Africa, who was discovered on 1974.<br /><br />[2]: "Emperor of ice-cream", a poem written by Wallace Stenvens.<br /><br /><br /><strong><u>尔·雅</u></strong><br /><br /><br />一场雨<br />是木纹上的寿数<br />是从明年活到今年的蜉蝣<br />是<br />节奏里的鼓 岸上的人 和<br />开放前就注定朽坏的根<br /><br />记得么<br />那时侯我们说着自在做着爱<br />那时侯 雨是朝露昙花<br /><br />赤橙黄绿 不知所终<br />孔明的灯以及魏延的风<br />五丈原求风不如求雨<br />雨是悲欢离合<br />雨是三生万物<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552209851508143910-2358824796750316308?l=xylomancy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>浮云http://www.blogger.com/profile/07391921680580559112noreply@blogger.com2