2023, 9, 10 [Sunday]
Sexual/Spiritual Paradox: for LL
Better hard than long, even better
Thick than hard, you might want to say
As you become ready to catch
The most powerful thrust of
A man’s love for a woman on earth
But alas, shortened with age, softened
By a whole variety of hardships &
Thinned with physio-psychological wear
My penis is my soul that needs as much
Tenderness as encouragement to settle well
In your vulva, my ultimate nest, ever so cozy
Inscript: for LL
Slowly, carefully, between your ravishing
breasts
Let me accomplish this first & only poem
Ever tattooed on the (fairest & cleanest!)
skin
Of a woman, with all the synapses of my love
all
Focused at a ball pen, like a thinned but
hardened penis
People Mountains
Every mountain is covered with
Bushes & grasses. Among them
Each tree tries growing desperately
As if to emulate the peak
Towering straight against the sky
Though neither of them
Could really share how the mountain
Feels as the only outstanding existence
Whereas I prefer to be a low ridge, lying afar
Enjoying my obscure but total independence
High Spirit’s Secrets
Always looking forward
To tomorrow when the sun rises
With all the fresh growths on earth, leaving
Yesterday’s shadows far behind. To the little
Cloud lingering along the horizon as if trying
To find the entrance to an other larger space
Parallel or not. To the message to be sent
From an unknown editor about the status
Of a poem. Also to the moment where the
Light is sucked into the depth of the black
Hole hidden somewhere in an inner cosmos
To a familiar sight from a new perspective
Even to death as it is preparing something
Better to come into my afterlife, or yours
Here in This Antlike Moment
Here in this antlike moment
Arise my spirits
Illuminating my own shadow
They’re up against the dark cloud
Ready to join in a heavy storm
Shooting like a thunder
Now I see the unlimited sky
Besides the cracking light
Now I know my fate
Alternative Longevity: for LL
Just as
Wang Lun, the richest guy in the world’s
Greatest dynasty has outlived his name in
history
Since he bribed Li Po with tons of rare &
valuable
Goods over a thousand years ago, thus inspiring
The great high Tang poet to mention his gifts
In an immortal line
So
you are the only Chinese
Woman who’s found your way into foreign poetry
Much “Like a love letter into its envelop,” without
Even making an empty promise.
You don’t speak
A single English word, nor have you ever
Bothered to read any stanzas in our mother
tongue
But now you’re in full display in a museum of
love
I’ve built with the words of the imperial
language
Capital, The Capital
You are not really money, but
The vampire growing in the depth of
Our nature, ever fed by top intelligence
That has been sucking into your stomach
All the dollar-minded souls struggling
Fiercely in every human space
Now you are
Blocking the way we breathe, making us pay
For uncontaminated water. One day
You will force us to slave just for a single
ray
Of sunlight as you keep inventing wars &
Plagues just to accumulate another gram of gold
The Human Ironies
We’ve been to the Mars as well as the Moon
& in a relativistic rocket, we may travel farther
Beyond the milk way, while we can see as far
As 46.5 billion light years afar, with all
Our body parts & senses extended
tremendously
But alas, our nature has not made the smallest progress
For example, to satisfy our greed, we spend all
the money
We have to make weapons to murder our fellow
beings
Yet we find it too costly to produce a few
pills that can put
A dead end to our endless sufferings from pain &
poor health
Inner Cosmetology
Bringing us all together with it
Earth travels six hundred kilos
Per second, within or without
The frame of time, not to find
A home to settle itself in
An other space, but for our
Innermost being to grow
Into
a complete whole
Twilight Love: for LL
Whose last days won’t be full of pain? Who may
See the rainbow only after all the storms?
When I open my eyes and can no longer
Find my way ahead, you will be the light
guiding
Me through the darkest moments of the long
night
Just as I, hopefully, will give you some warmth
In the coldest hours of next winter, until we die
Monument/Epitaph: for LL
[Inscribed with a fountain-pen
Between the breasts of a woman]
Lover of HQH, who’s inspired
The creation of more than
One hundred love poems
A trilogy besides dozens
Of short stories
1957 -2039
2023, 7, 12 [Tuesday]
Drink: An Essay on History of Civilisation xx
On the tray of world history are six glasses
As Tom Standage has recently demonstrated
At a
cocktail party:
Beer, wine, spirits, coffee, tea and Coca-Cola
Each representing a signature technology
For a corresponding era.
While we find each
More tasteful than plain water, it’s warm water
Rather than any other drink that is even more
Preferable to us Chinese, if not to future
Drinkers. Since thirst is always more
Deadlier than anger, the whole history of
Human civilisation boils down to what
We
add to pure water
Freegments: 10 Random Reflections
- The
biggest success for me
Is to live an enjoyable
life
- The
meaning of life, if any at all
Is yet to create one
for yourself
- Poetry
is truth, good or beauty
Perceived beyond
immediacy
- The
most fascinating fact of my life : All I have
Gone through are
published as poetry or fiction
- A
smile on your face can drop on the ground anytime
Only an inner joy will
keep your soul uplifted forever
- Skin
pleasure is strong, bone pleasure enduring
While spiritual
pleasure is as strong as enduring
- It’s
not the wind but the lost souls rising from under-
Ground that are storming
through the cement forests
- Go
dream a bluish dream, where
I will join you in body
as in soul
- So
many black tears are contained in the red-hearted
Melon as if we’re all imprisoned
in a sweet universe
- The
highest ability is to live a simple life
After one has undergone
all complications
Webbing
Among more than 4,600 kinds of spiders
We belong to the one that knits a single web
Throughout its lifetime, throwing out all
Its silk, not to catch flies or insects, but
To contribute to the making of a shroud
Floral Fall
In spring, different blossoms fall in different
Rimes and rhythms
Their pedals coming off
One by one, whereas in autumn, all flowers
Wither together
Each descending as a whole
As if to distinguish themselves from leaves
Cicada’s Secret
You expend your whole lifetime in soiled darkness
Only to sing a single
song high up on a tree
At the sunniest moment of the season. Though too
High-pitched, too mono-toned to the ear, your voice
Sounds like heavenly music to someone that can not
Only recognize
you from myriad others, but remain
Your true soulmate
until the end of the day
Super Senses for Virtual Love
I
cannot swim as fast as a sailfish
But my thought can penetrate your body in not
time
I cannot see circular polarized light like a
mantis
But I can see your
faintest innermost smile
I cannot recognize every odor from my
environment
Like an elephant, but I can discern your
natural scent
My tongue has much fewer taste-sensitive cells
than
A catfish, but I know how sweet your air kisses
are
My ears
are not as sharp as a cat’s
But I can hear the muted melody of your femininity
My Love vs Your Love: for ll
My love for you is a summer sun
Yours for me is an autumn moon
My love is a call in the valley
Yours is an echo through mists
My love is a heartless onion
Yours is a splashing loach
My love is redder than a red rose
Yours is bluer than a blue dream
Love for the Rest of My Life: for ll
Well before our
reencounter
In early October of 2019, I’d written
(& published) poetry in every form
(Or non-form), belonging to every
Sub-genre (or non-genre), about
Everything (or nothing)
Except love
Not because I was incapable, but
Because I’d been deprived of it
Until I was finally inspired by you, &
Since then, I’ve become disabled to
Write about anything else in my poetry
(& even fiction)
But
you, & you alone
I Know What You Are: for ll
Not everyone is capable of deep love
& those who are often fail to find it
Whereas few are really equipped
To articulate their depths in need as
In deed. But I am capable, lucky &
Articulate at the same time, & that’s
Why my love is redder than a red rose
At an old age, I’ve learned not to care who
I really am, but I’ve recognized you as my
Only opportunity to love a woman from
The heart of my soul & write love poetry
I Write; Therefore, I Am
How I wished to find meaning in life
Like everyone else, always busy
Trying to make some sense out of
Their small existences. By making
A name. By striking rich. Or by gaining
Power in an office, but alas, they’re all
Ethereal,
even if they
Could change the shape of this world
The true meaning of life, if any at all
Is to create one out of it; for instance
By writing and loving. In fact, by
Living & writing about my life, I’m
Living twice & will attain immortality
What I say is, to write is to live
Not only in this moment but to live for ever
As writing offers traceable permanence
Eternalizing & transcending the idea of
time
Though the words are subject to editing
Misunderstanding; to accidental deletion
To permanent loss during transmission
As to fire & water, no matter whether they
Are printed in paper or stored in cyberspace
De-Dolling
Every one of us is a doll, filled up with
Linguistic shreds, cultural rags, all
Covered with fine fabric of modernity
Clod with layers of layers of ideological
Fashions, except the air, which I wish to
Take out of myself, thus living a true life
Of my own, like Adam’s rib. Nah, like
Fuxi’s breath blown into a mass of clay
All Is Moving around the Clock
Like the second hand
Every
human rotates around the self
Like the minute hand
Every
star revolves around the interest
Like the hour hand
Every
galaxy keeps flying to the Attractor
Emotional Curiosity: for ll
I’ve forgotten where I came from
Nor do I care where I am going
But I wonder who I am, especially
Why every cell in my innermost
Being revolves around the thought
Of you, like stars in the Milk Way
Like every galaxy that keeps
Moving towards the Great Attractor
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