2007的思緒
[ 一]
有時，我是一個徘徊在廢墟上的幽靈
趨近於殘缺的美 ─ ─ ─ 那不同尋常的親密！
是來自我那隱身在黑暗中的另一半：( 我說)
永恒的影
靈魂沉默的
注視。
[ 二]
有時，畫畫是願望：心：
甚至不是真心：它的不真實來自於它的欲望：
能攪和起欲望卻不想以欲望自居的理由太多了！隻有當這種欲望平息，
如林中的霧：縈繞，卻不為任何約束
和 眼睛之間的一個鬥爭平和的過程
[三]
有時，象是傳說：站在風中，又有什麽不是傳說？
一切從背後而來，又從眼前消逝：指間穿過的
是葉別無選擇的飄落
是呼吸的回聲
是夜繁衍出的廢墟
是被歲月斷句的話語
。 。 。
[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
給予我的白色───垂落
在夜上的
影
我的雙手
浸潤於───沙沙的───
聲音：一切
融入在
色彩───飛往
靈魂深處羽翼的
振翅聲
───
中
可以
更深───更遠
如果
夢步入
那條從未走過
路途
[6]
疲倦的時候
疲倦的時候
我總會回到童年的某一天：
趴在泉水邊
頑皮地將舌伸進水中
任沽沽的水淌過─── 即便現在
我躺在床上，睜著眼
那些清涼滲透
逐漸模糊的光亮
有時， 必須承認：
疲倦，有時
就象生命與死亡的
握手言歡。
每一個飄來的字也在飄遠
每一條線無法連接過去與未來
每一種色彩退隱到最初的黑暗
。。。
時間
從鬆開的手中
飛散
無端湧現的
或許，是生命最真實的
隔了很多年
我才看清楚：倒影
在陽光與沽沽的流水中
來了走了
[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]
空間之二
這裏；日光劃破
指尖
殷紅的釉滴
是誰的筆
在紙上勾勒最後一聲
呼吸？
: at the ceramics studio
