My Poetic Diaries


2011-06-28 19:54:46  巢圣Chao  所属诗集  阅读5539 】

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Chao's Poetics

1
A poem begins with an excellent mind-
the poet sees things pass through himself
and alight on the palm of the sun
or fall into the trap of words

There must be some control
in case the locusts that swarm
out of the bottomless pit
sting like scorpions
leaving the back of your head
caught in sleepless paws

A poem must be in such a state
as a surfer stands
on the crest of waves
preying on the earth
to arrest its theme

2
Writing poetry makes a poet light
like a tongue tasting its voice
and the breath of a language
looking for a vessel

Writing poetry you die to yourself
to have another life
a greater one-
which walks on the high
to skip the world

You are gone-
an incarnation of a breath
the poetry in flesh

3
I saw a crow fly into the poetry of Chao
who opened the wings of the morning-
the crow flying out of the ark
whose hoarse voice broke
a jar full of night

The crow landed in front of me
like my profound pupils
And the bread carried to Elijah
now filled
my stomach

I saw Chao's poems come out of the cave
and arise on the hill dancing in the wind
And in the collapses of rocks
a tiny voice was heard-
the voice
which is the kernel of the crow
and the pledge of the universe

4
I never thought the playful actor
chose to read Chao's poetry
in his time of extreme exhaustion

Chao's poems are refreshing he said
tend to catch a lock of his hair
lift him up like a kite
fluttering his imagination

Chao's poetry is not realistic he continued
and calls the realistic to be surrealistic
The human plight is so realistic
as to lose their reality
so their hairs are blown away
by the four winds
ahead of their fates

Weighted
with a body of flesh and bones
bogged in the muddy pit

Too late to say goodbye
before another generation is born-
a mixture of sperm and egg

5
I asked God to drift with me
from dust to dust
as He did with Jacob
from land to land

After all, nothing can't be uttered
in any other way than to design
series of images
that those well-off can enter
the aesthetics of literature
to meditate or ponder

Writing is such a soul's exile
that you wonder whether
to be worse in its end
than a cattle
that knows its owner
or an ass its stable






Summer Vacation: New Wandering Images

1
On the globe of high temperatures
frequently arise obituaries-
man disappearing like midges

Into the holes over Himalayas
the Antartic and the Arctic
scatters the sky like smoke

2
Outside a chain hotel window in Hangzhou
a lone sparrow was rusting

Overlooking the city
I saw life's worries riches and pleasures
like nocturnal cockroaches
crazy

3
Waiting for high-speed rail in Zhenjiang
while disaster struck Wenzhou and Hongqiao

My life was mercifully replaced
and the West Lake was cast behind

The flesh is a handful of dust
its realness proceeds from Adam's mouth

The first Adam became a living being
and the last Adam a living spirit

5
Staring at the road after a few sleeps-
such a long way with so many changes

There is a way walked by few-
it is the voice of speaking
the breath of the word
the life

6
Finally anchored in Luo Lake, Shenzhen

Mark from the States is a Chinese folk artist
dressed with Chairman Mao all over

I read a poem but he forgot to play the flute
I played the harp but he forgot the ancient riddle

We wandered through Shenzhen, Hongkong and New York

7
Wall Street was a wall
begun by the Dutch and finished by the British
embanked today by the Americans from the world

The voices from within and without
they cast into fire and a bronze bull came out
the god which was made in the desert
to lead them out of their nations
and hail mammon

8
Dalian's cruise was a dream
like lying in an Egyptian tomb
the hard hearts rejecting the oracle
Pharaoh a noise speaking on their own

And the sleepless body became a dried vanity

9
The roar of many countries and peoples
the rumbling of carriots
Syria Yemen and Libya, USA and Europe

Standing on the sea of glass-
another state of mind
the whole body full of eyes

As the wheels move forward
so do the the living creatures

History is but a robot
thrust down to the ground





The Kinship

From one blood has man flown
multiplied by the same breath of life
nostrils to nostrils vessels to vessels
though sprinkled over the earth
with predestined boundaries
and lengths of years

1
Destined to be selfish is he
of the residue of the spirit
The road his life zigzags
like the cunny snake
repeats that story ancient

With the selfish eyes opened
he tends to shift his sins
resulting in conflicts and wars-

between peoples, husband and wife
father and son mother and daughter-

2
In the cool of day the shadows fled away
His self put on the tree of good and evil
birds perching on its boughs
beasts sheltered under it

When the selfish heart was brightened
nakedness was and is everywhere
hard for civilizations to cover

3
Selfishness mixed up with language literature
fill a handful of dust
fully grown with thorns and thistles-

the field our ancestors ploughed with sweat
the body of earth their descendants tilled

They labored
though tearfully
failed to wash their selfishness

And man was and is being devoured
by his self and serpent

4
A lonely stroll through the woods of words-
the world comes down and down
filled with the covenants of the eyes
the lust of the flesh
and the boasting of riches

A lonely stroll through the world of words-
the wood comes down and down
weighted with the worries of life
dissipation and drunkenness
choked by thorns and briers

A lonely stroll through the words of the wood-
birds of every kind assemble with animals
to gather for the feast
the sacrificial banquet of the end

5
Both the rich and the poor
are being coined by money
turning the millstones
of their hard hearts

These people are also poor
can never use up their money
with their belly as their god

6
Making covenant with eyes is a sin
Thus warns my father

The eyes of the head are really bad
keep rolling without cease

A glance is followed and swallowed
by stopless whims from within

All eyes are murmuring all time

7
Loneliness lept up
whirling its body around
in the air in an aesthetic way

Two dead carps were put in the jar
and became alive one by one
as water was poured there

A sea was there in their stare

Then appeared two faces
a male and a female
with a voice saying to them
your lives have been prize of war

Suddenly the jar was a pond
and my carps were gone




Poems on Man

A breath in the nostrils
a remnant of the spirit
confined in bones and flesh
coming out of a womb-

like flowers
blooming in the morning
to wither in the evening-

a colorful life
for a day

1. Stephen Crane

A life spent
eating of his heart
with the red badge of courage
like the hunter in the wilderness

Interpreted by students
who become lecturers and professors-
fruits of the one who sold his birthright

Sneaking out of the hairy voices
I climbed onto the roof
missing the one in a trance
taken by the heavenly cloth

2. Emily Dickinson

A lonely woman
in a beautiful prison

The letter that kills
stilled a window of imagery-
poetry which was scenic philosophy
and the elements of the world

Alas! No essence! No oil! No lamp!

Born in a wrong time
you had no bridegroom
A life wrung, screwed up by hyphens
like bones lined up as fences

Poesies slanting the American balance

3. T.S. Eliot

Eliot, you announced the death of many an age
the death of memory and the death of any sage
the death of poetry with the sea and its foams
the death of images with their ruins

Eliot, if the two empires have declined
you are to blame as a person enshrined
you have uprooted their civilization
without sowing the good seed for solution

Those who understand you sigh and suffer
those who don't marvel at you as a winner
Eliot, I just want to say by taking a risk
you have thrown away the earth like a disk

And then disappeared

4. Thomas Transtromer

Dreams were caged on white page
free of criminal psychology

Outside the window is a fox
who destroyed the vineyard
his hungry footsteps
marring the white snow-

the language from above

5. Bertrand Russel

(1)
The night woke up with a moon
eyeing me with calm

The mouth of the moon can be your best wine

(2)
A voice burst out, saying to Bertrand
Philosophy takes captive even if
cloaked in philanthropic love

Wisdom is the truth
the breath of life

(3)
Now it cries aloud at the gate of a century

But ears have been lent
to an illogical reality
unfurling any irrational
event






The Writing Class

1
They dug with their pens
and dug out a mirror on white papers

The reflection was glittering waters
their body and mind like shaking waves

From time to time I looked up
they seem to be a special troop
lurking in ambush
outside the city

2
I wrote in English yesterday morning
drunk, murmuring to myself
Who has put wine in the language?

This morning as I thought of English
nerves began to energize themselves
brains charged like swollen

Why is the language like this?
Who has cast a spell
that it has colonized the heads
and set up a common speech
to ascend into the sky

3
Bumping into the sounds of the language
you may experience a lot of fun
for it takes you where you've never trodden
and undresses you like you are old

Here I sit, a professor of writing in China
typing tripping over fingertips to a mirage
with time ticking tricking in its parade

Shall I go back to the ancient confusion?
Do I want to rebuild the tower for my fame?
Or recall the River of language literature?
A question or two is often my challenge

4
Some academic authorities
seated by a high speed tilt
a starting station or a destination
the common road for their chairs
the high speed their assessment table

Some subjects were not calm enough
jumped up and became a toll station
Some authorities like Sherlock
took the balance to weigh blood

5
Two red mouths
flowering in the painting
bleeded the wall
They

made both men and women
within and without
all dressed in scarlet
The food

served was bloody
blood is life-
two lives
one born to die
Luckily

the poet was not
on the agenda
he ate and left

6
Please buy me! Please sell me!
She shouts to the earth with her hands up

And a great city begins to fall
with its images shattered on the ground
language and literature laid in waste
a desolation of wisdom and art
a golden cup
making drunk
all nations





The City

1
The dark was crunching on bones
with the mouth of a dog
a crackling noise, and the filthy air
on the stiff ground

An overpass, over an overpass
an underground, under an underground

Those digging after their own ways
sank deeply and helplessly
into a wandering life
while up in the height they ran
at a full speed of nothingness

2
Those homebound commuters in long queues
groaning yawning-
a facial distort out of control-
a roaring lion ready to swallow
the whole world

For the sake of survival buses begin to move
slowly, a pace in funeral farewell

Taxis, trucks, cars, tricycles and bicycles
and modified motors, with a whirlpool
of milling people wrapped up in memory-
searching for their mother's hand
in an old age of the city

3
The prostitute took a seat in the high places
her shouts stretching out her flesh
hooking his soul

Like an arrow shooting through his liver
the desires of his eyes
a pig in the slaughterhouse

As he was in a lustful situation
she vanished-a quick action!
His suits were tossed up
by four winds into the deep pit

4
the darkest psyche of the country
in the howl and prowl of ghosts

the horrible hollow of human hearts
the halloween harrowing homo sapiens

condemning them to the dead
and the beautiful land to Hades

5
Those confined on earth
performed various flights
like swinging up in the air
or falling down from the roof

The most gripping of that circus
was the madness of three motors
hunting after one another
in a cage-like globe

Their gyration
was a friction of internal death

And the saddest of the night
was those women
suspended within a snare in the air
were slowly carried above our heads
to the stage

They were struggling up there all time
as if violence was being done to them

In danger these acrobats burst
into a rendition of human sufferings
With stunts they monkeyed
with the nothingness of the world

Alas! All the city stuff
seems no more than a circus

6
On the upslope of the city university
I first encountered my retired dean
who said, you have got a tummy
and looked me in the face
like an old fortune teller by the road
murmuring mysteriously
a stomach of social status

then met my retired director
who looked straight at my belly with a smile
it is the belly full of the scroll, I explained
ready to be taken up to space

later came across my classmates thirty years ago
We shook hands
tried to make out one another
but failed
some faces were stamped
with the postmarks of years

I walked and thought, thought and murmured
if only they could be marked
with the seal of the sky

During the lunch
they put up hands to vote for a Thailand tour
for the thirtieth graduation
and they were excited about a male
turning into a female
acting as a prostitute

I refused to go
but the official's wife to right of me
and the female official to left of me
both pushed my hands upward
for democratic sake

And the ceremony was closed
by five heavy smokers
breathing out rings after rings
smelling like the sulphur of the earth





The Moon Festival

1
A promised planet
is a longing land tonight
in the possession of light

Diasporas of the world
gaze upward and wonder
when we'll settle up there

2
Flourishing with her hands
the child was crazy about the stars
awarded by her teachers

The man is keen on the morning star
arising in his heart
which is his teacher and light

3
Sitting alone
I plead in my heart
feeling its weight of power
muscular like a boulder-
the spiritual rock
the everlasting rock

4
Night. I've decided to run away
to pursue the open scroll
and the light in the heart of the Moon
To elude the wrath of the future

Golden idols and silver idols
I made with my understanding
I throw to the field mice and the bats

I say I have to go. If you like
we can make an appointment
under the secret place
of the Big Rock

5
Read aloud
to disturb the deep night
Make it split in fission
to be the day's child
Let those in the dark
come out of their grave
to hear the thunder

We must stand with the cloud
to witness the breath of the wind
which blows onto the bones of the wilderness
till they grow out flesh ribs and skins
and become a great army
to slug it out with the evil
that human enemy

I tell you
the louder our voices the mightier
the might to create the worlds
and make the universe
rumble in its expansion
cheering like the Galaxy

6
Standing in the noise which beats the world
to enter the depths of the language
and become the pillar of the temple

The rain from heaven tells the story above
hard to be comprehended by hard hearts

Those who chew are born from the rain

7
The east wind was wrestling with the forest
overnight, and the tribe of Jacob limped
at dawn. The wounding was a blessing
and the healing was the earnest
begging

8
Night. The stone rejected by builders
shines fully in the heavens
bringing a nation into unity
in the form of a family







Lamentation for Milton

1
听见隐秘的言语

细微的声音
印在耳边
有灵经过
书卷在中国
展开

历世历代隐藏的奥秘
点亮暗处的灯
照明心中的眼

提到三层天
和三个印记
是乐园
是生命树的果子
任东方
采撷

2
Milton
要是你活在今天
一定会老泪横流

你的悲剧
像是西方的
在失明中
写下了史诗

然后一代代挖掘
古今中外
挖出一个个深坑

18.10.28




Why a Daughter like You
for Saphi


Reason 1 you like the Word I share
Reason 2 you like the photos I shoot
These 2 should be enough, little girl
not to mention you are beautiful

How sweet sometime
to speak with you alone in the Spirit
till Christ is formed in heart
till the time
to spread the skies

Jan.20.2018




Long Time No See, Riccola

Long time no see, Riccola
your hair has become all straight
like a Chinese woman, flat
You must be missing China

As the Lord has opened the Bible here
Hard for me to leave the country any longer
after being connected to the root of old
and walking on the path ancient

I'll remember you when days end
the seven months come to cleanse the land
when we fly like Philip taken by the Spirit in mid-air
I'll remember you as a father does his daughter

How lovely to have you nearby
when skies are spread out as habitable tent
You know one planet has one sky
Like science fiction there we'll land

A new beginning! Filled with the Spirit
we'll speak and act! For the worlds above
will be the worlds of the Spirit
Life up there but Yahweh's love!

Nov 11.2017




午休梦


蜘蛛在窗外头顶上
编织了一个陷阱
好像一个八卦迷宫
又像一个太极阴阳
更像文字言语
纸上编织的网

17.10.30





一首唐突的诗
(给林华)


二十四年后
掌管人类气息和行动的
把我们牵到一起
我们如牛
品味生命
以及鼻孔的沉默

那个生命的出入之处
我们真的有点对不起
经常忘记
尽管他充满天地

再说
我们的年限和所住的疆界
也在他手里
回过头
我们的表象
都变了样

17.10.27



得撒石磨豆腐村的桑葚


像造物主设摆的筵席
满髓的肥甘
澄清的陈酒

除去遮盖万民之物
和遮蔽万国蒙脸的帕子




豆腐村的桑葚


像一排排鱼卵
产在尘世间的河岸
深深的颜色
酝育出淳酒与美味

我的舌头禁不住
涌出甜而又甜的甜
宛如以琳的水源

又似约翰以西结
书卷充满肚腹
口中如蜜的感觉







Religious Researches


Perhaps their religion has been too old
for them not to be mechanic-
when the music starts
they close their eyes
turn and tune emotional
till their cries and shouts
are mimicked as pop singers
with a fake agony
in their stomachs

Their preachers interpret the Bible
out of their own will
Everyone does so says the pastor
not aware that the will of men
lies under the power of Satan
who has the dominion of death

Generation after generation are gone
under their sockets and tongues
they never feel guilty
for the whole world dies anyway
a nice excuse for their decent pay

At the coffee time some elderly
get together murmuring
who and who have been taken away
pale with no strength to say
see you in heaven

while their youths are arranged always
for lots of fun, in and out of the service
to keep their religions attracting
males and females stuck together
playing husbands and wives
with no sex awareness
as if in the kindergarten


5Sept2017







Religious Researches


Perhaps their religion has been too old
for them not to be mechanic-
when the music starts
they close their eyes
turn and tune emotional
till their cries and shouts
are mimicked as pop singers
with a fake agony
in their stomachs

Their preachers interpret the Bible
out of their own will
Everyone does so says the pastor
not aware that the will of men
lies under the power of Satan
who has the dominion of death

Generation after generation are gone
under their sockets and tongues
they never feel guilty
for the whole world dies anyway
a nice excuse for their decent pay

At the coffee time some elderly
get together murmuring
who and who have been taken away
pale with no strength to say
see you in heaven

while their youths are arranged always
for lots of fun, in and out of the service
to keep their religions attracting
males and females stuck together
playing husbands and wives
with no sex awareness
as if in the kindergarten


5Sept2017




A Star Burns Red
for Dongyuan


A star burns red in my heart
like the Sun-
the Root of Ancient-
the beginning and the end

Every day I wait for His rise
like my life
my way and my truth
To walk in His light
is my fever

14:8 Apr 21, 2017




For Peiwen


我的床边一把琴
By my bed is a guitar
我忧伤的时候
When Iam sad
我时常弹奏
I often hold it in my arms
用琴解谜语
With it I expound my riddle
说出古时的谜语
and utter hidden things of old

有时声音从天而降
Sometimes comes the voice from heaven
如雷声
like a peal of thunder
如众水的声音
like the sound of many waters
那时唯一的担心
with a slight anxiety
是弦断
strings will break

13:24 Apr 21 2017



观牡丹
Watching the Peony


真想写诗
Really wish to write a poem
文字言语却已消失
But language and literature have disappeared
于是心里呼唤造物的主
Then I call on the Creator in heart

凝望着一度贫寒
And watch the once poor
现在富贵的牡丹
But now wealthy peony-
突然想起了你
A sudden reminder of you
现在与君王同坐的你
you who sit with the King

情不自禁地流泪-
I can't help weeping-
不是为转瞬即逝的华美
Not for the beauty ephemeral
而是为永远的荣耀
But for the glory eternal

4:00amApr18.2017






理性


从亚当夏娃起
人的私心明亮
说话行事都有自己的理
然而人的理虽然有理
在上帝面前还是说谎

执着自己的理
所谓理性
虽然逻辑严谨
不过虚无虚空

一代过去一代又来
生长如花
割去如草
2017-01-09




感性与理性


那孩子见到我的时候
我正躺在开阔的操场
仰望天空
感受天空
不再透过窗户
不再透过树木
我躺在地球上

天并不空
一股巨大的能量
好像慢镜头
在张开他的臂膀
向我光速般涌来
一个不小心
就会被抛离地球
进入宇宙

我似乎还没有预备好
连忙坐了起来
环视地上的一切
变了样
可能
我也变了
像个外星人

孩子说我感性多于理性
天上的这个理
我好像还没有认清
所以还没有走

2016-12-28



写给特朗普总统的诗

1

特朗普把圣经放在胸前
Trump held the Bible on his heart
显得特为敬虔
looking very devout
他们为他按手祷告
while they stretched their hands praying for him

他神奇地当选为美国总统
And incredibly he became the American President Elect
他赢选的第一句话
His first acknowledgement after his winning
感谢在天堂的父母
went up to his parents in heaven
他好像忘了
He seemed to have forgotten
不知是有意还是无意
intentionally or unintentionally
在人的国中掌权的主
the One who reigns in human kingdom

我有点不理解
I felt a bit puzzled
旁边的美国人说
The American beside me said
这就是美国政治
This is American politics

2

也许是考虑到选民的缘故
特朗普不敢直言感谢上帝
就像扫罗因惧怕百姓
违背耶和华的命令
就是撒母耳的言语

美国是个多元文化的国家
他们有上帝有真主有佛有许多神
好像伊甸园有各样的树
可以当作食物
他们念各样的经

让他们联合的恐怕就是心
让他们分裂的恐怕也是心
这次败选的希拉里感受尤为深刻
原来美国人民是如此内在的对立
人心又是如此丑陋
好像卧在恶者权下
人只是傀儡身不由己

3

制造美元的人似乎有远见
在钞票上写着我们信靠主
佛教印度教伊斯兰教基督教
无论是谁只要一摸到美元
他们想他们就会想起主

倘若美国出现巴比塔倒塌
美国人各自逃回原来的祖国
他们或许想上帝会眷顾美元
因为上面有我们信靠主的字样

可是一想起耶稣的话
你们不能又侍奉上帝
又侍奉玛门
突然觉得他们的胆识
有点不对劲
有点点讽刺

像当选总统这样务实聪明
拥有美钞与地产超多的人
不说也知道
也许他担心亵渎
天上的上帝

4

这次大选美国华裔最可怜
两面不是人里外讨人嫌

倘若我是美国华裔
他们喊叫中国佬滚回去
我马上就滚
就像上帝击杀埃及长子
法老叫以色列人滚一样
或者像苦命的拿俄米
失去了丈夫和儿子
带着媳妇回到伯利恒
或者像尼希米带领
愿意的犹大人
得到王的允准
回到耶路撒冷
体面或者不体面
奉劝美国华裔
赶快回到祖国

如今上帝赐福中国
就像古时因他的约柜
赐福俄别以东一家
如今上帝亲自说话
把整本圣经敞开
从尘埃中提拔穷乏人
从粪堆中举起谦卑人

期盼美国华裔回来
期盼被驱赶的民族都来
就像万民流归锡安

5

明年一月
Next January
特朗普将要手按圣经
Trump will be inaugurated on oath
宣誓就职
with a hand on the Bible

那本历代总统
The Bible
打不开的圣经
Presidents failed to open
将罩着帕子的荣光
its veiled glory
在他脸上渐渐退去
will fade away on his face

5

每次在报刊或视频里
看见特朗普先生
都觉得像才生的婴孩
眼睛尚未能睁开
面对光怪迷离的世界
或者说乳臭未干

孩子状态从古典看来
都是智慧象征
老子的道德经
孔子的论语就别说了

智慧之子耶稣说
人若要进入天国
必须回转变成小孩子

但愿总统手按圣经时
会从心里求我想明白

16.11.17



得撒石磨豆腐村诗歌自由行


放香亭

良人之口上好酒,
沉醉其中把门关;
心满灵语飘宇宙,
铺张诸天把酒还。


避暑亭

日头炎热炙尘寰,
南极北极融冰川;
我等生命何处藏,
等候被提天地间。


覆庇亭

回想帐幕口中话,
遮盖护庇能力来;
烤人大热无以害,
活水泉源心上画。


华冠亭


脱去污秽穿华美,
洁净冠冕头上戴;
新郎新妇秀恩爱,
新天新地炫心扉。

2016-10-17



【同学录序】


三十三年一直在转圈
阳光总想把我们抱住
月亮总想把我们留住
还有星星点点滴滴

我们转圈转出了许多圈
今天我们回转孩提时代
一个个孩子王
头戴皱纹与斑点
编织的荆棘冠冕

这个圈不仅要见证岁月
如风过去
还要目击情谊轰轰烈烈
如风扑面

但愿那掌管四风的
将我们聚集
领受他永远的福气

2016.2.28




【今晨我家窗台上的蒲公英开了】


我的心好像光飞向
造物主说话的地方

离开的那天黎明
下起了小雪
把窗外的屋顶镀白
素常欢喜的白翼鸟
蹲在树梢悄无声息
如片片枯叶

离开的那天清早
我独自跑进梅花园
拍到了首枝绿梅
悬在空中好像笛声

每次行将离开
好像万物都在阻挡
天空垂下苍茫
亘古的根也在忧伤
我的脚在心中彷徨

创造宇宙万物的主
我的肉身虽在世上
愿你的慈爱
牵引我环绕我
使我显出你的荣耀!

2016.2.21





【猴年】


梦醒时高雄倒了下来

我问旁边的动物
你还在等啥
又问旁边的人
你又在侯啥

还不赶快逃往锡安
逃出古老的文字
与等候

锡安必像无城墙的乡村
人民牲畜甚多

16.2.6





【陪伴她多年的狗死了】


我当时不知如何安慰
现在想起狗在圣经里
是指偏行己路的牧人
还记载犬类妄自行割
把巴比伦弄成了乱堆
巴比伦是人的聪明
制造的文字言语

这样看来有不少人
注定要告别他们的狗
尽管这些宠物曾一度
在孤独甚至痛苦中
陪伴了他们
因为要想得永生
必须找到好牧人

16.1.8






【月亮】


黑夜里
一个光明的隧道
是通向宇宙的路

他口中的话
是上好的酒
是玻璃海上的追求

沉醉的人通体透明

16.1.5




【A Poem on Man】

A breath in the nostrils
A remnant of the spirit
Confined in bones and flesh
Which come out
like flowers
And withers
Like grass

The years
A shadow

2015.12.31






【校庆侧记】


我骑着自行车
写些两个轮子滚动的诗

一个轮子在埃及
一个轮子在巴比伦

我决定写些穿越现实的诗

1
上坡时遇到思慧
他一见我就说你有了肚子
然后打量我的面孔
像路边算命的老头说
这是有了地位的肚子

后来见到健壮
他直接望着我的肚子笑着
我直言这是书卷充满肚腹
可以提到空中
遨游宇宙
开发宇宙

2
刚上桥撞到了82级同学
我们握手问好
有些面孔真的认不出来
好像被岁月盖满了邮戳

我边走边想边想边嘀咕
要是能盖上天上的印记
该多好

3
席间我们举手表决
明年毕业三十年举办泰国游
我不想举手
因我不想看人妖
但我右边的官太
左边的女官
拽住我的手往上

就这样举起了民主的手

4
五个抽烟的靠窗而坐
整个包间烟雾
有一股硫磺味
像以东的尘埃

他们口中的气
是一股硫磺火
好像要烧灭
一个雾霾世界

5
走进云栈会晤96级学生

坐在各种声音后面
巡视我的学生
认不出她们的面孔
有点沮丧

小赵事先有所预备
从头到尾主持着
一台精彩的节目

我听见心中的声音
就悄悄地离开

15.11.9




【父亲节】


刚在饭堂坐下
想起是父亲节
有一种感觉
像发酸的泪

肉身父亲已不在世
肉身儿子在德国

凝视鼻尖
我吸着气
心里上来
一股能力

于是我进入
纯粹的呼吸
与生命之气
我的上帝
我的父
过节

2015.6.21






【严彬把北岛比作神】


神是什么我来说一句
圣经记载:神是巴力
巴力是人顽梗的私心

各路男神女神听我劝
切莫心硬如石

再说一句:神有灵
神的灵是谎言的灵

北岛回答严彬
神情严肃语出惊人
他说粉丝是邪教

15.5.25





【答凯旋】


感受到你深夜读经
觉察到你梦中写诗
你的诗遮上了
万国蒙脸的帕子
回到了父家之地

15.4.16






【2015高考英语听说评卷】


好多好多
被清酒浓酒灌醉的声音

东倒西歪
踉跄在梦中
时不时
呕吐出
一个答案

那种爆发力
却像有深仇大恨

15.4.9





【闻市政府出资建巢父洗耳池】


我决定去天上作王
替耶和华掌权
与世隔绝
直到永远

15.3.21





【圣经】


有字的天书
人看不出来

被世界的神
弄瞎了心眼

14.12.24





【无题】


我开枪把梦击沉在海里
整个海都是梦的气味

存在与虚无的感觉
渗透着大海的心理

我开枪本是想唤醒

14.6.20




【暴雨】


暴雨从西边扑到东边
像要扫空尘世的一切

粉碎的雨声一捆捆扔下
抛给混沌的雷声

我的心随着雷霆滚动
去到遥远的地方

回来的时候
窗外的树林不能左右
一副死去活来的场景

14.5.17





【无题】


那条古蛇引诱了女人
那个女人吞下了蛇
那条蛇在女人的肚腹里怀孕

启示录里有个女人叫大淫妇
地上喝醉了她邪淫的酒
到处是癫狂

13.10.26





【无题】


手机里爆出一则新闻
人与狗交媾

教堂里有人发现
偏行己路的牧人是狗

14.4.10






脚下
成千上万的小鱼在簇拥
心里一种说不出的感受

新年的那根鱼竿
被大鱼压弯
大鱼好像是
那座扔在水中的山

鱼线断了
站在一旁的我
感到一阵劳力的虚空

这些年不断追寻大鱼
不断遇到大鱼
哎大鱼却一条条跑了

14.4.9




清明节


公交车前往公墓一路塞车
嚎啕大哭的雨想挡住

清明的乘客戴着口罩
一个个像病人
他们昏昏欲睡

手中的花
滑落于地

14.4.7





魔鬼知道它的时候不多了
就气愤愤地钻进人
它闹一阵玩一阵
它看谁也不顺眼
它瞧谁也不顺心
它烦躁不安

一气之下
抱着他们跳楼
搂着他们投江

14.4.6




春雨或作晚雨
降在一座小城
整座小城
聆听雨声

雨声雕刻
一块石头
被凿而出的磐石
被挖而成的岩穴

我们独自静坐
石头上有七眼
就是上帝的七灵

14.3.13




火车从隧道出来


斩乱麻般的速度
被上帝从黑暗里拔出

不断地扔在后面
不断地被拽住
不至于
被撇下

14.1.30





她说


她知道的越多越糊涂
她看见磐石垂直坠地
没有丝毫疼痛的尘土
血迹斑斑

她叫我过滤
于是我把人写成了硬石

她半夜听见大地的声音
她默默地祈求
求风把一切抹平
她饱经沧桑的发
却拒绝无声

一块石头本是土地的骨
一个人她突然卡住
不知如何比喻
她低头无语
我的诗
到此

14.1.23




监考


班长学委走上讲台
从我手中接过试卷

学委说奇怪
我怎么觉得
像领奖一样

全班都笑了
我不假思索也笑了

笑完之后
我的腹中
发出嗡嗡声
断断续续
无法控制

我连忙低下头
满脸血热

14.1.14






妻子领我到黄灯的路上
她说儿子读书时
每晚经过这里
都觉得温馨

我默默无语
牵着妻子的手
走进树影斑驳的深处

13.11.9





【13.11.11】


下午老太太拍拍手
所有的鱼向她游来
聚集在她脚下
她微笑着暗示
她手上有面包

此刻我宣读
手上有生命的粮
我当如何拍拍手
把大鱼小鱼
东海西海的召来

13.11.11





月亮


平静安稳的光
转动地球

他的引导
有计划有步骤
进入人类的心

仰望的眼睛
印上他的印

13.9.19




中秋


是个明亮的句号
浮雕在夜空
照见逗号般
随风飘荡的人类

扑朔迷离的思绪
点点滴滴
如一串串省略号

13.9.17





【坐在广东省与兵库县的友谊纪念石边】


一场战争正酝酿在石头里
一颗坚硬的石心
声称没有谈判的余地

坐在石边
痛苦难熬
哀悼尘世间的友谊
如此虚幻
如此易碎

13.3.13




【13.8.31】


梦见一些学术的权威
坐在高速的倾斜处
好像是起点站
他们以普通公路为座
以高速为评审桌

有的学科不够淡定
它们跳了起来
成了收费站
有的好像夏洛克
要拿天平秤血

13.8.31





【13.1.15】

1
钓鱼的人把线抛进了新年
新年拽住钓鱼的人
直往深处


2
过去宛如打猎的人
猎取一个生命
又抛下一个生命

日子好像猎物
又像猎狗
匆匆忙忙
往前冲或
往前逃

13.1.15




【12.12.14】


彩鱼穿越表象进入树林
叽叽喳喳的鸟叫
漾起凌乱的波光

离开文字言语的蜂窝
烧着的山从岩石上滚下
好像无底坑在滑落

12.12.14





【艺术家对话拾遗】


他们手中的笔太轻
不能平衡自己
有的掉进卡夫卡的地狱
有的作了魔鬼的差役

面对网络她说
要进一步退两步
让这堆腐肉有时间枯燥




【Russel Compared Life to a River】


Russel compared life to a river
narrow at first, running wider and wider
until it merges in the sea
I told my students I somehow disagree
though most of them like this analogy

I shared the story of my son's childhood
who was friendly to everybody
old and young, poor and rich
as if we were but one family

He would go up to a rubbish collector
addressing him grandpa with his toy
or a beggar greeting her auntie
with his pocket money
I was again and again impressed
by his open and kind mind

Compared with a child
people of my age are really shabby
we tend to be on watch
making this world somewhat strange

My students begin to nod their heads
and they have also come to know
human minds become more and more narrow
more and more closed, or self-contained
as they grow and grow, know and know...




【How Not to Grow Old】


1
The textbook I am currently teaching tells me
Bertrand Russel lived almost a century
and wrote an essay of how to grow old
He dealt with it from four perspectives-
genetically, physically
psychologically and philosophically

What's crucial in his writing is
human thinking, which relates to our interests
our memories and our views of life
In a word, you might conclude scriptually
as you think, so you will be

2
The Bible I read every day says
Adam down to his eighth generation
most of them lived over nine centuries
But unfortunately
none of them left a record
of how to really enjoy such longevity
P'haps it's why their story has become
a fairy tale or mythology

From my biblical research
I've learnt they are all vegetarians
And what's more
they all walked with the Lord
That's to say
they shared the same thoughts as He
who was and is and will be







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