再游通州运河公园

再游通州运河公园

高高的洋槐
——孤独星球上的人们！
幸福的草坪
——死人们在萌芽开花！

太阳在映照死亡！
我看到了你，立在那辉芒中。

2011.5

末班车

新生的叶子羞了这古城
并不是每一次风暴都扬沙漫天
或许只需要一声雷
这雨就真的下了起来

这帝都，同一地点，有人反复死去
从东门到西门，这距离也消失
你说我穿太多，浪费了大好的晴朗
我比你平静，我以为，处处是花园

我忘了几分钟前还在奔跑
追逐最后一班通向终点的列车
抵达时却只有车门紧闭
我隔着玻璃两手空空

现在你让我看鸟巢水立方
她们在立交桥后面时隐时现
窗外有楼如列车呼啸着远去
仿佛那末班车从未来过

2011.5

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天气晴朗的星期日没有人陪我郊游
这时的公园最可怕 我不敢问津
我翻开书朗读艺术朗读哲学
却不愿承担人类最基本的责任
我通过存在主义
实证主义
现实主义
超现实主义
后现代解构主义
终于发现宇宙的终极意义
我们为活着而活着
活着没有意义
这让我如释重负
躺在地上我若有所失
你我是否能自救或者互救
仰或我们应该关上门自杀
关上门我却充满了生存的本能
快感和自由同时到来
我想把四周都贴满镜子
这样世界就能被二整除
而不余下我一个单数
但我不敢面对镜中的裸体
每一块肌肉都充满了激情
我只能想
怯于告诉的 都是想
不敢做的 都是想
踌躇的时候我拿出烟、纸和笔
写一首诗关于你和我的想
或许有一天你会把它谱成音乐
我戴上耳机就能战胜伟大的孤独
我不想伟大
但你不来……
我也无能为力

2011.5

这篇有一个talkbox朗诵版，纯测试。
part1
part2

America - Allen Ginsberg

The version here below is from Upenn.edu
America

Allen Ginsberg

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

等待一个一个去见证