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2014-03-23 14:19:48
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塵歸土
香煙灰，埋進菜圃
屋簷下，桶儲霜雨
換日再一瓢瓢提取
咖啡渣
和土渣，解入南瓜
雪豆莢黃，葱頭花白
原地撒籽，又一季綠
告訴你件事：我這本書的原稿
完全拿太陽能充電的電腦所寫
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然而
比起那一年製造不到一磅垃圾的老先生
我望塵莫及
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Smart Economy
2014-03-17 12:34:17
Smart Economy
to the fields, to harvest
Mobile phones, Cameras, LCDs
Rare Earth scraped
then plant the next round of Apple, Samsung
round and round, to the fields to harvest
Coats, Shoes, Handbags
Clipping, Grafting, Collaging
then load them up and resell
except genetically modified seeds:
disposable
nonrenewable
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copy and paste
2014-02-28 01:28:35
copy and paste
messages in the air
passing from you to me, to her, to him
...tattoos from Mom
inherited, on a new born baby just delivered--
dogs somehow practice orthodontics
as men bark at each other
a mouse is a mouth
running around on facebook (a book of faces)
traps of courses here and there
from my screen to yours, ta-ta too
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I’ve never felt more alone
2014-02-13 09:06:54
I’ve never felt more alone
It is not either or--
but less or more--
lonely, we say it
as if we know it
We are drooling…
I pause, as if I pose
I suppose--
once again pondering
nothing stands still
even the path in the forest
the death bird that will do me in
is out there for me
--like a tree.
yet, you may call me a racist
I don’t like vines or mushrooms
I grow nuts, I grow falling leaves
ears lost in the wind
eyes stutter behind the shutter
as memories, reeled in
on the surface
quite quiet to each other
under beneath
intertwined, rotten together--
more or less--then I wink
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Artist, I wonder
2014-02-07 05:16:34
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Artist, I wonder
I enjoy listening to smooth jazz while working on poetry and drawing. It makes me feel like a classy young man, humbled by that portrait of the world, trying to make a living that will leave the thoughtlessly thoughtful mind at peace.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy a good conversation with my fellow brothers and sisters and later, on that patio I love, underneath the waning moon, sometimes accompanied by a cigarette. Ponder on that truth that no one in this world understands anyone, but simply knows of the part that they have shown. And I cannot help but think that the contradictions in their nature hide a splendor that most would not see. First impressions will not do for me.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy tending to the beauty that I\'ve learned to see in nature. I know that any branch could wake the earth for long lost loves rebirth.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy the words that time has blessed in the hearts of those who seek kindness. It sounds different each time, yet my heart feels as if it were mine.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy the company of the family I was born into. Moments with them are but a fleeting lifetime of wisdom often taken for granted.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy relishing in the memories that I love and with them making more memorable ones. I\'ve taken care of my favorite feeling. Caring for it as an art as it grows older.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy sharing whatever worth of kindness that i\'ve known, for it makes me know of a deeper happiness in loving my fellow souls.
I wonder if I am artist.
I enjoy thinking of the possibilities amongst us that could bring our fantasies to life. And the paths of thought that bring fourth the unknown of perception. It is bold, it may change us. And I would ask for the depths: What is the algorithm for a new rhythm?
I wonder if I am artist.
The sandbox has gotten bigger
Doesn\'t mean I have to build a castle
Like art. It\'s a trivial thing
The most care comes from the one whose made it.
And should it be bought, blessed that one, who has seen something more.
And with that wealth I would do two things
Give some back to humanity
And then take that sweet girl out.
I wonder if I am artist.
I dream of residing near an oasis in the middle east
Dwelling in the woods far away from everything
Walking alongside nature in the forests of asia
And being welcome to stay in the home of that girl I would come to love.
All of these, and more, I would have her in my dreams.
And I would become poetry in motion
And myself an ode to life.
I wonder if I am artist.
I don’t worry about the pains of past relationships
Love is very fickle
And those thoughts have never brought me happiness
I try to make the most of what comes
And the least of all that goes.
I wonder if I am artist.
I know that we are living and falling
And I know that it is a test of time
And that no one is ever truly found in those grains
And so I have learned to appreciate kindness for if love were fed by the grain, the tears weigh more – the pain.
I wonder if I am artist
And when I have squandered enough time trying to make a name for myself.
I will lay aside Shakespeare\'s talk of the stage
And return to the sweet rhythm of my simple life
And know that words come from the mind by study and art
Does well to reveal the state of the heart
And then blessed by tone to illuminate the beauty not shown.
And then I begin to see that within the heart of each entity exists a divinity
that has felt for a brief moment the secret heart of beauty.
Moved by times essence and defined by presence
For all things are a vessel for time
Times art in hearts space
I wonder if I am artist
And I would be an enemy of art were I to not acknowledge, much less appreciate, what time has allowed for that bitter sweet growth.
It\'s a crime to look down on the flower before it has blossomed one of its many splendors.
And there is no true beauty
Simply time working with humanity to learn of that secret heart of beauty. Whatever it may be.
I wonder if I am artist.
As you be
As I see
Our art
before a sea
of stars
every dream goes just as far
these is little need to wonder who you are
So I work with what I have
And not think too much of testing the heights of art
And tune my mind to hear the melodies within my heart
For that is the only sound truly worth listening to
And it will compose for this vessel a part in the heart of all arts.
I wonder if I am artist.
And sometimes I wonder for the soul: If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, than why not become the holder of the most beautiful eyes.
At days end I lay these thoughts aside and aim to do simply what any man can do:
Plant a tree, write a book, and marry a girl.
And leave my art at the doorsteps for the world when I am soundly asleep
For elsewhere, somewhere else, someone has done the same
And, by fortune, should the world return us with a name and some fame in this little game.
I would share with it the kindness I\'ve known
and return to my home to live the life that I love
and occasionally, wonder if I am artist.
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2009-05-14 18:58:12
你好!
看你的網名,以為你的網內有棋玩.此博不同彼駁呀.
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2009-01-24 01:22:31
山城子给先生拜年——祝你春节愉快安康幸福吉祥！
同享一首七绝：
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问好!
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2008-01-14 04:45:44
谢谢。 还没来得及问个好~
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