2007的思绪

[ 一]

有时，我是一个徘徊在废墟上的幽灵
趋近于残缺的美 ─ ─ ─ 那不同寻常的亲密！
是来自我那隐身在黑暗中的另一半：( 我说)
永恒的影
灵魂沉默的
注视。

[ 二]

有时，画画是愿望：心：
甚至不是真心：它的不真实来自于它的欲望：
能搅和起欲望却不想以欲望自居的理由太多了！只有当这种欲望平息，
如林中的雾：萦绕，却不为任何约束

和 眼睛之间的一个斗争平和的过程

[三]

有时，象是传说：站在风中，又有什么不是传说？

一切从背后而来，又从眼前消逝：指间穿过的
是叶别无选择的飘落
是呼吸的回声
是夜繁衍出的废墟
是被岁月断句的话语

。 。 。

[4]

 The Circle

The MFA art exhibit at Claremont Graduate School is quite impressive with its diversity and creativity. The artwork I’d like to share here is an installation one: a circle made of vertically-laid books on the ground.

Actually, I always have some difficulty understanding installation art. To me, it defies the traditional or dead way of looking into the world. I - - -in the process of emptying my mind - - - sometimes struggle to interpret what I see in those artworks.  Somehow, this one caught my eye. Upon first sight, it reminded me of an artist who has made circles with stones/rocks/leaves/other nature-born materials in the wilderness throughout the world. Astonishing! I am lost in the silence of those “Found” works from Nature. A circle always amazes me with its ritual and mysterious feel. Its Core, Center, or Source, and reaches toward the Infinity. Its ineffable self is already poetry, art, spirituality, or at least philosophy. However, this circle is different from those made of natural materials and more tied with the so-called reality where our outer presence dims the inner one. The artist uses a horizontally laid book to cushion this circle and create a flowing feel. It is an Explosion or Invasion of Knowledge! This artwork could be more impressive or “threatening” to the eyes if the circle were bigger. But, of course, I can totally misunderstand the artwork.

[5]

你
给予我的白色───垂落
在夜上的
影

我的双手
浸润于───沙沙的───
声音：一切
融入在
色彩───飞往
灵魂深处羽翼的
振翅声
───
中

可以

更深───更远

如果
梦步入
那条从未走过
路途

[6]

疲倦的时候

疲倦的时候
我总会回到童年的某一天：
趴在泉水边
顽皮地将舌伸进水中
任沽沽的水淌过───  即便现在
我躺在床上，睁着眼
那些清凉渗透
逐渐模糊的光亮

有时， 必须承认：
疲倦，有时
就象生命与死亡的
握手言欢。

每一个飘来的字也在飘远
每一条线无法连接过去与未来
每一种色彩退隐到最初的黑暗
。。。

时间
从松开的手中
飞散

无端涌现的
或许，是生命最真实的

隔了很多年
我才看清楚：倒影
在阳光与沽沽的流水中
来了走了

[7]

End of the lilac tunnel, your smile
Of wind ─  ─  ─  the Human in me
Does not exist for a while

( “You” ─ the other, the unknown
Walks out of me
Into Emptiness)

The realm of Silence
Where the lost rhythm of words resides
And Soul rests

[8]

空间之二

这里；日光划破

指尖
殷红的釉滴

是谁的笔
在纸上勾勒最后一声
呼吸？

: at the ceramics studio