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• 他们都叫我蒙蒙

  2013-10-25
  那是怎样一种斯芬克斯般的怪物用水泥和铝合金铸成敲碎了他们的头盖骨吞下他们的脑浆和想象？摩洛克！孤独！污秽！丑恶！垃圾箱和得不到的美元！孩子们在楼梯下厉声尖叫！小伙子们在军队里痛哭！老年人在公园里呜咽！摩洛克！摩洛克！噩梦般的摩洛克！缺乏爱的摩洛克！精神摩洛克！摩洛克人类无情的审判官！摩洛克不可理喻的监狱！摩洛克相交大腿骨没有灵魂的炼狱和聚生痛苦的国会！摩洛克的高楼是审判庭！摩洛克战争巨人！摩洛克令人不知所措不寒而栗的政府机构！摩洛克的脑袋纳粹的机械！摩洛克的血液流淌着金钱！摩洛克的手指是十支大军！摩洛克的胸膛是一架屠杀生灵的发电机！摩洛克的耳朵是一座冒烟的坟地！摩洛克的眼睛是瞎了眼的窗户！摩洛克的摩天大厦像数不清的耶和华耸立在长长的大街两旁！摩洛克的工厂在烟雾中做梦呻吟！摩洛克的烟囱和天线冠状般地把城市上空伸满！摩洛克的爱欲是耗不尽的石油和石头！摩洛克的灵魂是电力和银行！摩洛克的贫穷是天才精英的幽灵！摩洛克的命运是一朵没有爱欲无性的氢气云！摩洛克的名字是上帝！我孤独置身于摩洛克之中！我在摩洛克那儿梦想天使！在摩洛克那儿发狂！在摩洛克那儿与同性伙伴欢娱！摩洛克没有爱情没有雄性！摩洛克早就进入了我的灵魂！在摩洛克中我有意识可没有肉体！摩洛克吓得我丢失了与生俱有的痴迷！我要抛弃摩洛克！从摩洛克中苏醒！让光明从天堂流泻！摩洛克！摩洛克！机器人公寓！无形的郊区！如骷髅般的国库！盲目的资本！魔鬼般的产业和公司！幽灵般的国家！战无不胜的疯人院！花岗岩般的鸡巴！可怕怪诞的原子弹！他们累坏了脊骨为把摩洛克举上天堂！砖石路面，树丛，无线电，还有吨位！把城市举上确实存在而且就在我们周围的天国！幻象！预兆！幻境！奇迹！狂喜！随美国的河流漂流而去！梦想！崇敬！光明！宗教！满载一船众所感知但又微妙的胡言乱语！寻找决口！奔冲过河！翻滚汹涌承受如钉在十...
• 他们都叫我蒙蒙

  2013-10-25
  从床上起身，我寻思到底懂得了些什么 病卧在床已近一月： 我知道，那些相信能把荒原变为乐土的和尚 在河北省千万民众中 已不复寻找。金色莲花的奥妙 已被伤痕文学取代，也没有人 再谈起那超度众生欲念的打坐垫 我知道，无论吸中国或美国香烟都使我咳嗽不止； 老人们已白发苍苍而且秃顶 可我五十八岁胡须才开始铺上白雪。 我知道长江三峡最后一个峡口 高达千英尺的峭壁在两岸耸立，水流急转直下。 我明白大跃进迫使千千万万 家庭挨饿，而针对资产阶级“坏分子”的 反右斗争把革命诗人发配 到新疆干苦力，十年后 文化大革命把难以计数的读者驱赶到 西北的穷山僻壤，在寒气逼人的破屋里难以充饥。 我知道在上海多愁善感的喜欢读诗的少女在梦中 见到了洛杉矶老态龙钟的电影明星。而在苏州石桥下 的一个小巷，张继在这儿度过了 一个不眠之夜被寒山寺的钟声唤醒， 千年前河水拍打着他的小船 一个茶馆静立里面有二胡和长笛 以及木头制成的台阶。在杭州西湖 阳光下的镀金层原来是用黑色的松软木炭加工而成。 在广州的市场上，整只烤狗悬挂 额头上双眼突出，红皮多汁 我知道禅宗冥思法仍然受到怀疑，而武术 气功已被马克思主义理论家肯定。那些身穿 深蓝制服的男人和蔼可亲可能会向你的单位 呈递一份道听途说的小报告，他们知道你的私情秘史。 我知道在室外街对面的竹制脚手架上工人们劳动时 “嗨哟、嗨哟！”唱歌，整夜整夜哼唱不停。 我知道，自从秦始皇以来，多数人这样想过 “我们算什么，我们不过是小小老百姓。”
• riri

  2012-11-30
  Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hungerNot the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the Universe how am I chosenIn this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have servedYour starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your Mercy
• riri

  2012-11-30
  As I’m no longer young in lifeAnd there seem to me notSo many pleasures to look forward toHow fortunate to be freeTo write of cars and wars, truths of erasThrow away old uselessTies and pants that don‘t fit
• riri

  2012-11-30
  Art’s not empty if it show its own emptinessPoetry useful leaves its own skeleton hanging in airLike Buddha, Shakespeare & Rimbaud
• riri

  2012-11-30
  Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty ironpole, companion, we thought the same thoughtsof the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed,surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees ofmachinery.
• riri

  2012-11-30
  everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an angel!Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
• riri

  2012-11-30
  I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of th...
• riri

  2012-11-30
  We know all about death thatWe will ever know because We have all experiencedThe state before birthLife seems a passage betweenTwo doors to the darkness Both are the same and truly Eternal, and perhaps it may Be said that we meet in Darkness. The nature of timeIs illustrated by this Meeting of eternal ends. It is amazing to think that Thought and personalityOf man is perpetuated inTime after his passageTo eternity. And one timeIs all Time if you lookAt it out of the grave.