February 21st, 2010
一百歲的時候
我讓世界爬到我的膝蓋上頭
做一個完美的倒立
雖然我們並不因為這樣
而有了更好的了解
－－夏宇＜簡單未來式＞
In a network of networks of networks of…
In times, increasingly, you find all motto and yourself lame,
people and things could enter or leave your life so casually,
crudely. You start to think
people don’t actually exist in your world — you exist in theirs.
I don’t know, I guess it’s not necessarily a negative thought:
admit that the Earth turns
astronomically speaking
it does not mean to stop for your sunbath weekend.
We don’t call this a compromise.
It’s natural to live with the food chain.
Hong Kong Republic
Then the government started being rude and the police is the biggest gang.
Then we are Chinese we are pround of being Chinese we stuck with our passport we kiss the dictatorship we need a new slogan
Then we write poem we take pictures we write songs we make videos we take action we speak.
Then I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog…
Then I need a job found a job do the job hate the job fuck the job.
Then I have a son have a second son have a daughter and she has her daughter.
Then soon I’m old enough to tell my son and also to his son: don’t be stupid know how to run save money eat well use condom when have sex.
Then ashes to ashes dust to dust “a” for apple “b” for BYE.
July 8th, 2009
I started my diary on the walls.
I started my part-time job and thinking to finish it up.
The ‘G’ key on my laptop become insensitive.
I think I have become less decisional and did some bad things. I’m sorry, to whom may concern.
I didn’t lie to myself.
I think the weather is hot but I don’t hate it.
I was back to 12 when I was facing the pressure from the living.
I remember how bad I was when I entered high school. I don’t regret.
I found my palm prints continuously grow and now like a mess of hairs.
I think I like my hair style right now it reminds me about Bob Marley.
I’m at office right now.
Stop talking about Michael Jackson please radio!
I wonder if there any girls fancy someone without happiness it creates.
The worst kind of organism is the kind that talks to noone.
Fine then, I’m finishing this shit up.
Ok, one more thing: what if I do a cut on my palm? Will I disappear immediately if it cut through the lifeline?
What a stupid idea!
April 7th, 2009
他們都不說話
在旋轉的救火車上
充滿遠方的心事
我突然願意 此刻
他們都死去
不要長大
長成一模一樣的郵票
－－夏宇＜小孩(一) ＞
甚麼是不朽呢
咳嗽藥刮臉刀上月房租如此等等
而在妻的縫紉機的零星戰鬥下
他覺得唯一能俘虜他的
便是太陽
－－瘂弦＜上校＞
March 8th, 2009
I don’t know why I started reading poems (this could be a joke). Moreover, what makes one what to share his owned insanity with strangers? And I guess, no game is private, that’s the only why.
I decided to make this blog bi-lingual, and start with this:
「滴落如銀色蜂蜜」
誰唸出記憶清澈美好的詩行
在樓下 讀詩中途聽到樓上 有人小便
多麼好啊，整個宇宙像褲子擦響
我被繫回了腰帶
－－阿芒
