象墓
Wednesday, November 30th, 1988老象终于倒下了
象群发出了哀鸣
它们用牙掘松泥土
用鼻子卷起石块
用脚踩土堆
修成一座象墓
然后排着队
绕着墓慢慢地走
直到夕阳西下，才渐渐离开
向密林深处走去
８８.⒒ GRAND Station
Archive for November, 1988
画家
Wednesday, November 23rd, 1988我买过无数水果
摆在画室里
新鲜多汁
表皮充满了弹性
渐渐变老，生虫
最后死于腐烂
有的果子
却会完美地干掉
色泽晦暗
像肉身和尚一样美
８８.１１ GRAND Station
Not one. Not two
Sunday, November 6th, 1988How does one seek union with God?
The harder you seek, the more distance you create between Him and you.
So what does one do about the distance?
Understand that it isn’t there.
Does that mean that God and I are one?
Not one. Not two.
夫人
Friday, November 4th, 1988最后那些日子
我去看望过她
医生说，酒精已溃穿了
她的肝脏和脾胃
她紧抓着我的手
眼睛又柔和地亮起
断断续续的声音像碎片
破碎前曾是那麽美丽
教授很忙，夫人
我是圣诞节的那个外国学生啊
８８.１１ GRAND Station