这个圣诞节最高兴的一件事之一是接到了red river写来的信. 一直都惦记着他的生活。 希望生活的重压不要让他放弃写作。 看来他的精神还很好, 仍然是那个天才诗人, 今天把这封信与大家一同分享 目的是让大家从他的这些零散的句子里获得解放的灵感。
我每次接到red漫不经心的几行字都有一种解脱的感觉。 他行文自由流畅、无边无际、自然奔放。 全部都用小写, 信是一气呵成写的, 没有停顿 ,没有支支吾吾, 咿咿啊啊, 不疼不痒的寒暄。 一直都在为他的书的出版而努力始终没有结果。
我喜欢叫他的中文名字阿仔或者启安,他总遗憾自己不会读中文, 不能来这里跟大家聊天。
他不像我这样没心没肺。 悲天悯人, 天灾人祸他都难过得很。 六年前与他的家人,一同过圣诞。 很美好的记忆。
我越来越烦看见标点符号了, 这样难看的图形, 中规中矩 像官服 像中山装。
if it takes the worst tsunami waves
to wash you back to me, i'll take it
no less than all those wretched times
when you're too busy or wounded,
hell, a hundred thousand ghosts
wandering wry fermented shores,
i say, a million, yes, a billion,
let it splash, let it splash,
aye! the sounds of your coming,
chimes of joy mixed with doom,
the granite spark in your eyes,
the copper tone of your voice,
the nectar glow of your words,
where, where have you been?
wither your heart ashened in bangkok?
yes, i was there four days ago,
why, the silence grinding my teeth?
let it splash, let it splash,
i had been waiting since eternity
slipped into vacant depths of memories
so dark, i cannot remember the years
six, you say, i say, forever and ever,
bemused, i thought, i'll hear
your voice, so sweet, once a christmas
let it splash, let it splash,
it's enough to make me warm,
this old heart which beats so slow,
yes, i can hold my breath for an hour,
if i shall survive another cycle,
i shall know you think of fireflies,
then, i will be merry and young,
sometimes, i prayed, i wrote not,
rather, hear from you more often,
god bless you, kind lady,
i have no more dreams
i'm now a school bus driver
- posted on 12/30/2004
So, Where is KL ?
He should have a better poem for the earthquake and
tsunami waves...
if it takes the worst tsunami waves
to wash you back to me, i'll take it
no less than all those wretched times
when you're too busy or wounded,
hell, a hundred thousand ghosts
wandering wry fermented shores,
i say, a million, yes, a billion,
let it splash, let it splash,
aye! the sounds of your coming,
chimes of joy mixed with doom,
the granite spark in your eyes,
the copper tone of your voice,
the nectar glow of your words,
where, where have you been?
wither your heart ashened in bangkok?
yes, i was there four days ago,
why, the silence grinding my teeth?
let it splash, let it splash,
i had been waiting since eternity
slipped into vacant depths of memories
so dark, i cannot remember the years
six, you say, i say, forever and ever,
bemused, i thought, i'll hear
your voice, so sweet, once a christmas
let it splash, let it splash,
it's enough to make me warm,
this old heart which beats so slow,
yes, i can hold my breath for an hour,
if i shall survive another cycle,
i shall know you think of fireflies,
then, i will be merry and young,
sometimes, i prayed, i wrote not,
rather, hear from you more often,
god bless you, kind lady,
i have no more dreams
i'm now a school bus driver
Glad to hear that he is school bus driver now.
- Re: red now is a school bus driver in KLposted on 12/30/2004
KL是大马的吉隆坡
是封信吧 不算诗 信手写的 放在这里的目的是让大家放开手脚写诗
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