FREE-WORD-DOM
Let's face it:
the affair btwn us
will go on
till the lastwords
excavated & pulverized
from the deep
o'xenoglossic rocks
and dirt
The profoundness
lies in the simple
pleasure o'lovin'
you & being seduced
by your liquid shapes
sounds, taste, faces
& quickness, the un-
predictable speed
flying thru the tiny
crowded hall
o'my mind
No one owns you
you owe to no one
you, the heir
o'each heart's desire
the air
norishing the weak
guiding the lost
find the way out
Each morning
you come to me
anew--hair floating
at the edge o'my dream
in each kiss
i taste a different flavor
o'sweetness
you have showered
upon allbeings
including the mute
& the unloved
Each moment
o'my weakening hours
you make me a man
again
allowing my rest-
less hands strip
your weightless garments
stroke your perfect
breasts & jade torso
sometimes gentle
like a sheep
sometimes a lion
violently devouring
your juicy being
belly up
belly down
I come outofyou
refreshed, newly found
& greenly sound
yet,
you remain "foreign"
to me
no matter
howmany nights
i have held you
so unknowingly tight
no matter howmany times
i have tirelessly roamed
your landscape & drunk
your sweetwater
at the nape o'
your moonshinning
slope
:05/05/05
小平你的见解总是很有见解！！！佩服！
我所写的关于作舟诗歌的文章不是专门写给老L看的，不然我尽管写悄悄话好了。我的目的在于与其他人分享，希望更多的人关注新诗。并且我写的并非文学评论，属于文学评论的前提文学鉴赏，即表达我在诗歌鉴赏中的审美感受、情感共鸣、联想、想像以及再创造。文学欣赏，文学欣赏，欣赏起来自然看到的全是好东西。这是我关于文学的概念。
“捧杀”之罪我可是承担不起的，况且我一向不喜欢文学评论，引用Henry Miller 的一段话：
“Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.”
希望小平也带点火来，不然“捧杀”之罪我可要“以彼之道，还施彼身”，正正邪邪，加点火！
FREE-WORD-DOM
Let's face it:
the affair btwn us
will go on
till the lastwords
excavated & pulverized
from the deep
o'xenoglossic rocks
and dirt
The profoundness
lies in the simple
pleasure o'lovin'
you & being seduced
by your liquid shapes
sounds, taste, faces
& quickness, the un-
predictable speed
flying thru the tiny
crowded hall
o'my mind
No one owns you
you owe to no one
you, the heir
o'each heart's desire
the air
norishing the weak
guiding the lost
find the way out
Each morning
you come to me
anew--hair floating
at the edge o'my dream
in each kiss
i taste a different flavor
o'sweetness
you have showered
upon allbeings
including the mute
& the unloved
Each moment
o'my weakening hours
you make me a man
again
allowing my rest-
less hands strip
your weightless garments
stroke your perfect
breasts & jade torso
sometimes gentle
like a sheep
sometimes a lion
violently devouring
your juicy being
belly up
belly down
I come outofyou
refreshed, newly found
& greenly sound
yet,
you remain "foreign"
to me
no matter
howmany nights
i have held you
so unknowingly tight
no matter howmany times
i have tirelessly roamed
your landscape & drunk
your sweetwater
at the nape o'
your moonshinning
slope
:05/05/05
