春天里我葬落花，秋天里我再葬枯叶，我不留一字的墓碑，只留一声叹息。

于是我悄悄的走开，听凭日落月坠， 千万的星星陨灭。

若还有知音人走过，骤感到我过去的喟叹，

即是墓前的碑碣，那他会对自已的灵魂诉说：“那红花绿叶虽早化作了泥尘，

但坟墓里终长留着青春的痕迹，它会在黄土里永放射生的消息。”

塬高八丈风光好,哥哥我站在塬上瞧

塬前葬着始皇帝,塬后埋着淮阴候

塬左武穆银枪在,塬右苏武旌节扬

抬头望见神明在,低头祖宗牌位留

人生一世风骨在,但死一次有何妨!

看了凤凰卫视的抗日老兵专题,纪念陕北抗日老兵.他们是中国的风骨.今天一天不听巴赫,莫扎特.听秦腔,信天游.

红唇雪肤.带着苹果香味的体味.动人的双眸.被赞美爱慕包容的生活

松皮鹤发,廉价的脂粉,眼角那暗布的鱼网纹,门前冷落车马稀.

高亢的演讲,睿智的言语,阿玛坭的西服,健硕的身体,激动的听众,羡慕嫉恨的眼神

低低的鼾声,沙哑的嗓音,膝盖上的毛毯,佝偻的身躯,燃烧的火炉,寂静的中的噼啪声.

十分钟,年华老去.

不过,一瞬可以是永恒.

时间毁灭一切.

记忆却可以把任何保存.

What ideas you will inspire me tonight,Allen Gingsberg,when I am walking down the street, suffering from the headache, looking at the painful moon.

The fatigue hunger led me to the fruit supermarket, remebering of your enumerations!

Oh, what peaches and what bananas!! What the Chinese student shopping at night. What the girls in the arms of boys. What are you doing by the watermelon?

I saw you Allen Gingsberg,your exhausted face, poking among the chicken wings, starring at the groccery boy near the Refrigerator. 

I heard you soliloquizing: what the price of the pork, I need Heniken to drink.

What is tortuing your mind? the music? The Viet-fucking-nam? or Walt Witman?

Shall we walk down the street with the shade of star? The trees dances in the wind with the ringing of the bell from the old church.

Will you whispering near my ear about your American Dream? Please tell me your trip in the hell away from the dusted world.

6/3 是我很喜欢的诗人Allen Ginsberg的诞辰. 作为the beat generation 代表人物.他开创了现代诗坛的新局面.他是可以和William Blake.Walt Witman并称的伟大诗人.在梦中和他对话,Make love, no war.北回归线. 垮掉一代的文学,音乐,伴随了我的成长. 

Confucius had a dream one night

He was invited to the hell

seeing a lot of demons sitting around a big table

starring at the feast

There is only one rule to enjoy the daintiness

using chopstick which are 5 feet long

they are just watching

desperately starving to eternality

Then Confucius was brought to Heaven

Angels are chatting happily

enjoying the food

the rule is same in heaven

using chopstick which are 5 feet long

the only difference between hell and heaven is

in heaven

people feed each other.

when i was a boy

i fell out of a tree

and manage just to grab the branch

Horrified hanging for a long time

feeling the ache of the arm

desperate slience

and the blood pounding in my ears

And then

i fell

i do not remeber what happened on the ground

but it graved in my heart of the pain

and the happiness of letting it be.

可爱的燕子,冻死在王子的身边

像亲人一样,永远在一起.

他因为爱而满足

失去宝石光辉的王子

是不是真的可以幸福?

纪念一位伟大的剧作家,一个伟大的gay

The longest distance in the world is not

the trip  sunshine will travel.

It is I am standing in front of you

but you do not know that I love you

The closest distance in the world is not

the moment hammer kiss the stone

It is you call from home

telling me you feell I am missing you

心不在焉的从黑暗里

盯着癫狂的舞者

那个丰满的红发女人

激情的手与臀部亲吻

飞荡的香氛

滑过我冰冷的双唇

激荡的顶峰只有一瞬

等待它的是无尽的沉沦

乌黑的眼睛

去迎接光明

女人怀抱中的男人

疯狂后的清醒

死神的问候带来生的口信

原来开始就是尽头

让我的心失控

去找寻那起源的混沌

五月于凡高美术馆

看表现主义大师Schiele的作品以及

Abramović/De Châtel的舞蹈后有感