疑是地上窗。

我想起了這個故事。

bon soirée
mon chérie 
tu es toujours ma vie

雨，聽不見
路慢慢，行

竹杖
破鞋

走了吧
不怕

不過一場雨
不過一生

風起
酒醒

冷，迎
回，歸

風
雨
晴
也無

happy father yesterday

望

when i started,

then, a hundred miles.

then, a hundred miles.

then a hundred miles.

then, a hundred miles.

then,

how many years?
i just been there
again.

i thought it was over
over the sky. but still, i can see it
hanging around,
over and over.

still. it's just one second shifted in this world.

十八年後。

at last, i can hear your voice.

goodbye england's roads.

on the other day, i met t.s. eliot's waste land.

i stir my memory and desire.
the dust is coming over me, such an unreal city.
i can't see that crowd flowed over london bridge.
what's left, my red shadow in silence.

on the continent, the heart of light is looking at me.
i see.

before the moon comes,
i saw the sun of paris hanging over hong kong,
the sky above hong kong.

are you there?
how are you there?

i'm not here.
i never be here.

fill in the blank

成佛

成佛

懲罰

夜雨。車廂還沒醒來。印在窗口的記憶，在眼角消失。路軌乾了/等待/轉彎。你在隧道前跳車/你回頭/我不在車上。

上一次你低頭的時候。

我踩了一下自己的影子。

天下來
坐不下

觀自在櫈上

My Soul

My soul can tell no tales and knows no truths,
my soul can only cry and laugh and wring its hands;
my soul cannot remember and defend,
my soul cannot consider or approve.
As a child I saw the sea: it was blue.
In my youth I met a flower: she was red.
Now a stranger sits by my side: he is colorless,
but I fear him no more than the virgin feared the dragon.
The knight came upon the virgin, red and white,
but I have dark rings under my eyes.

From Love & Solitude, selected poems by Edith Södergran. Bilingual centennial edition. Translated by Stina Katchadourian. Fjord Press, 1992.

right before she died. thanks for your poem from finland.

feeling lost, dunno when i started to exist, dunno where, who I am...blank for a short moment (3 seconds) in the brain...and started to panic as I don't feel i exist before and now.

then i put that secret into the hole.



my next work will be.
what?

心在動
風在動
幡在動

心不動
風在動
幡在動

見山是山是山
見山不是山是山
不如不見山



生時是
死序。

剎
那一片天。
黑
夜沒沈下
。
忘了不
？
寂
。

小島那邊，五月的記憶。
還有，旅途愉快。

還沒有消逝。

還沒有發生。

at 06:45, when a boy meets a man.

月半盞
夜醉
聲
碎


埋葬

轉世

every time a child says, 'i don't believe in fairies' there is a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

it's rainning down there.

i am white.

i couldn't see white.

white beyond white, is not white. white is white.

他站在鏡前，對著鏡中人，他開始忘記那一瞬。然後，他回到案前，埋首在鐘錶之中。他眼前的鐘錶已停頓，牆上掛著的那個卻繼續行走。他在努力地把過去撥回來。

那是交錯的時間。

二零零七年六時四十五分。

aronofsky: that's red?

van gogh: well, it's not exactly red but it's almost, maybe, in the same family.

aronofsky: the same family? they're not even distant cousins already.

van gogh: it's a red. not a red red, but a red.

aronofsky: red? you're telling me this is a red?

van gogh: yeah. i'm telling. it's a red.

aronofsky: then what's orange? if this is a red i want to know what's orange.

van gogh: well, it could be a little orange, too.

"i heard a conversation between darren and vincent yesternight. from there, I saw a white horse."

當世界只剩下五分鐘的時候。
我看著秒針，然後，又走過了一格。


兩分鐘以前，我許了一個願。

句號。

夜涼。暮色。
往事不如記憶，洗不盡。
煙絲捲入風裡，抽斷了
一段記憶。

everything will flow

i just saw a drop of light running through the hole of the world

夢非夢，還是
醉未醉
夜聽心裡，一滴一滴
情見淡

看 在 夜 窗
月
夜 詩

故
人 間 花 鳥
還
不 見
夢

忘了。還是你。

天上無人間

乍洩秋天，看不見春光。

活著。也有緣。

只得今夜月色。
不
見
人
。
靜
在
夜。人在涼涼風下。那是
？
今
晚
夜
聽在靜夜。花無語，秋月無垢。剩下
風
與
詩
。