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理所当然

当我年事已高有些人依然会千里迢迢赶来爱我而另一些人会再次抛弃我

8月17 日天气预报

各位观众，大家好！现在向您播报今夜和明天的天气状况：23点至凌晨 3点左右两条在黑暗中交媾的蛇将降临泺源大街,它们经常尾随刺客入室请该街的住户关好门窗，同时《幻想即兴》会随风起舞，并伴有W形闪电。请大家上网时注意东经 40，北纬 117.9的逆向时速，一定避开后现代女权思潮。另外，明晨气温将继续下降，处女膜修补术、男性生殖器二次发育液将同西伯利亚寒流一起从报纸中缝向偏南方向移动，并在泉城广场上空停留，短时有流星雨，提醒大家注意防范爱情,不然幸福会令你吃尽苦头。今天的天气预报播送完了，谢谢收看。

绘画生涯

一

我得下决心去画一些户外景色。就像每天上班，必须经过那些臃肿的草莓和鸡，经过禁书、性病、传说、唱“回家看看”的乞丐夫妻、篡改的历史、尘土或尾气般的流窜犯，经过那些被一次一次挖开、填平，结果再也添不平的文化路、和平路、即时语录、无端的愤怒……

二

我要去画表情和姿态,在经期也不能停止，以免警笛干扰笔尖的弯度和走向。无论律法和公正如何背道而弛,美女仍是一个活生生的奇迹，她让生活像颜料一样消耗殆尽。我的好同志，只要我能在记忆中将你画出来，那么我就永远有事可做

三

我要画一些静物，廉价卖掉，用以糊口。我从墙上取下前辈的奖牌和勋章，上面布满辉煌的锈迹,从箱底翻出一摞红皮证书,再将客厅的指路明灯拧下,为了抒情，我一遍一遍摆放它们，这些没落贵族般的静物

四

没有光线，没有光线，色彩像睡眠里的对话。夜里，我直接将黑与白挤到画布上。 白，涂抹鲜血，黑，爆炸，中间的灰调子近似于抽象的政府

五

有时，我画赤裸裸的声音。当新闻联播里传出风声，我仍听到双人床上的叫卖，并在《阿姆斯特丹的河流》里瞬间认出——“大海的巨大徘徊”有人说：绘画使人堕落。我就继续堕落

六

如果我还有力气，还有力气，我会寄一幅给你。画面上没有标题也没有签名，像一个又一个流亡者

像人一样

很多东西在黑暗中像人一样像那些坐着的站着的趴着的蹲着的蜷着的起伏的正在行走的摆出各种姿势的人一样

在黑暗中所有的东西都像人，像人一样

像人一样惊吓你

比如树木座钟马桶扫帚空椅子有缺口的墙和石头还有虚掩的窗户一大堆书一滩血迹或尿迹以及一个或两个呆在黑暗里的人

女巫师

我高龄。能做任何人的祖母当我右手举起面具左手握住心，我必定 货真价实。拥有古老的手艺给老鼠剃毛。把烛台弄炸被豹子吞噬。使马路柔肠寸断分崩离析那些已分崩离析的人我懂得羞涩的仪式会忍痛割爱。当太阳自山头升起照耀舞台中央的时候我就是传统，无人逾越当我把祭器高举里面溅出幽灵的血。是我在人间忍受着羞辱我是思想界最大的智慧最小的聪明。调换左右眼就隐藏了慈悲和邪恶而在每一个精确的时刻我到纺织机后配制泪水把换来的钱攒起来现在我打算退休成为平凡无害的人

窗

我想到的窗子是美丽的因为它们框住了流动的风景从里面看总是这样我不知道外面的人怎样看也不想知道我妈妈的窗子在二十层每次看到它我都会有冲出去的想法我自己的窗子在一层它框住随意经过的人和一个刻意到这里的人我的办公室在地下窗子开在最上方在一个扁小的长方形里我要抬头才能看到污水、彷徨和失落

苍蝇狂想曲

走进饭店后院一阵黑冰雹密集地砸过来

又硬又亮的盾牌肚皮黄水晶圆玛瑙的头人还没有反应过来有一些已经弹了出去落在毛皮残缺的一堆断羊腿上那是猎人用扭曲生锈的铁丝网罩住猎物

另一些又粘了一会在人的袖口衣领脖子脸眼睛 周围用细长的腿或者舌头（已经分不清是腿还是舌头）有几个钻进头发里以为找到了它们的黑丛林

你驱赶，它们就更多更凶猛碰撞纠缠紧逼不顾一切呻吟这是高原上的声音这是最野蛮的爱：——敌对，亲吻

渡夜

新年一过，我们就步行

县西巷，营业中的酒馆灯箱是去年的光爆竹震响电话有人在我们身上互拜晚年哈气，在椅背上蹭出油渍和焰火

酒馆里，从不缺少孤独的人

不缺少疲倦的交谈渡夜的人在稚气和病态间摇摆 要糟蹋些什么，活着要亵渎些什么冬天仍在啤酒里两块冰块彼此稀释明天，他们仍然要与一些继续生活的人交错而过

仍然要步行要记忆里重逢着被捏碎的容颜我们，一眼认出那个背叛的人

Eight Poems

Yu Xiang

It Goes Without Saying

when I'm old    somewill still    travel milesto love me    but otherswill once again jilt me

Weather Forecast, August 17

ladies and gentlemen, hello!here is the weather forecast for tonightand tomorrowfrom 2300 till 3 in the morningtwo snakes copulating in the darkwill arrive at Luoyuan Streetthey often trail assassins into the houseresidents, please shut your doors and windowsthe "Fantasie Impromptu" will begin its dance in the windaccompanied by zigzag lightninginternet surfers, look out for a backward velocityat longitude 40° east and latitude 117.9° northand avoid postmodern feminist wavestemperatures will also continue to fall tomorrow morninghymenoplastypenis enhancement geland a cold front from Siberiawill creep southward along the central folds of a newspaperand linger over the Fountain City Squareexpect brief meteor showersbrace against loveif not, happiness will make you sufferthat's all for today's weather forecastthank you for tuning in

A Painting Life

1

I must make up my mind to paint some outdoor sceneslike going to work every daymust pass by those puffy strawberries and chickenspass by illegal books, sex diseases, legendsa beggar couple singing "Visit Home"a distorted history, a dustyfugitive, like refinery tailings, dug and re-dugfilled but never finally leveledCultural Street, Peace Street, improvised quotesand undefined anger . . .

2

I want to paint expression and posturenot even stopping when menstruatinglest sirens interfere with the brush's angle and directionHowever law and justice may opposea beauty is still a living miracleshe spends away life like colorsMy good comradeas long as I can draw you in memoryI'll always have something to do

3

I want to paint some still lifessell them cheap to get byI take down my forefathers' awards and medalsstained with glorious corrosiondig out a pile of red leather diplomas from the bottom of a boxthen unscrew the beacon lights in the living roomFor a lyrical feel, I arrange them again and againthese still lifes, like the last nobles

4

No light, no lightcolors, like a sleep dialogueAt night, I squeeze black and white right onto the canvas white smudges bloodblack explodesthe gray in-between like an abstract government

5

Sometimes I paint nude voicesWhen a news broadcast brings the voice of wind,from a double bed Ican hear a street vendorand in River Amsterdamrecognize instantly "the vast lingering of sea"Someone says, Drawing degenerates manI'll keep degenerating

6

If I still have the strength, still have the strengthI'll send you a painting, withno title or signaturelike one exile after another

Like Humans

many things in the dark are like humanslike those sitting standing lying squatting coiling rolling now walkinglike humans in every pose

in the dark all things are human-like, like humans

startling you like humans do

such as trees desk clock toilet bowl broom empty chair chipped wall and stoneand an unlocked window a big pile of books a pool of blood or a urine stainand one or two humans staying in the dark

Sorceress

I reach a lofty age. Can be a grandmother to anyoneWhen my right hand lifts a maskthe left holds a heart. I'm indeed authentic, with ancient craftsmanshipto shave fur off mice. Or explode candlesticksDevoured by leopards. I break roadsdisintegrate people already disintegratedI understand shy ritualscan bear to part with what I love. As the sun riseslighting up the center stageI'm the tradition, beaten by no oneAs I uphold ritual vesselsghost blood splatters. I'm the onewho bears humiliation in this worldIn the realm of thoughts I...