瞧誰人
三三兩兩
湊不成
不過一二

過

橘子散紅，悶了藍
斷塵不在，影子落，見淡
水且隨，月解黑，覺醒夢朦朧
春光斬，千秋徐徐

浪看岸凝，空壁拾殘，只剩杳渺人間
亂星投問千古，萬般破
數花微微拈，也微煙

色盡無藏

red plus blue plus yellow thus elimination

落雨
葉下一條草
花靜
無語

香

黑洞在蕩漾
因為沒有人在看

紅色的清藍
紫色沈澱
灰色不痛

還在畫空
只不過
一線
一點

其實不空

de R

Re．creature

Just situation. Just universe.

Plato ever said, “A chair in the world is just an imitation or instantiation of the form of chair”. He used the word “form” to describe the true essence of material objects in this world. So, a chair is not defined by what we see, but by its nature or “chair-ness”.
But what about life and being? How do we define and look at life? For example, what make(s) you not a beetle but a human being, just like the man happened in kafka’s freaky story Metamorphosis? Did technology change the “form” of an object we are seeing and also the happening of it? I am curious about that from this world of illusion.

我怕
所以我不吃肉

咀嚼清溪
蕩游一夜
行九里
重八
滅九霄

dis-life

Plato's pig, not on chair, out of imitation

If man were never to fade away like the dews of Adashino, never to vanish like the smoke over Torbeyama, but linger on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us! The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

-Yoshida Kenko

flesh flux

無意

夜晃了一下,霓虹落,蝶醉花間.懶回顧

當時間停下來的時候
當風也停下來

天空出賣了自己,糾結了黃色,
散落遍地青綠
化了灰

淡煙炊晚霞
影香榭地

不見人
見魑
魅

夜尋
靜

詩也無語

畫倦滅

也是歷史
二十年活在紅布底下
眼睛也退了色

打不開
懸在空中的白信封
懸念在空

時間留在
涼了夜晚
一滴一滴地流
一滴一滴等待

歷史
不是歷史
還晃在空中
一點一點塵埃