画: 立
用立兄的这一副画来作为诗歌的灵感来源。这一幅画充满了具有喻意的元素，诗意无缝而又超现实地结合在一起。一幅画就是一个人内心世界的风景，浓缩着个人对生命的思考与感受。画中，遥远的海岸线，无所依托的帽子，也是有着一扇门的屋子，自它的窗口（又如同眼睛）伸出一支在凋零与另一支将绽放的玫瑰，在这没有开始与结束的空间里，猩红流溢的色彩与暗色相互照应，有着抑郁与悲壮的美。生命死亡伤口挣扎绽放，永恒的主题。我想起了王尔德的长诗，雷丁监狱的歌谣。
十位来自不同国籍的诗人对这幅画从不同的角度写的诗歌，非常有意思。
选了三首来分享。
Shogun moon
why splatter blood
running away from your body
a sword is a sickle
menacing glean
water sold in a petrol station
five bucks a bottle
half the price from the petrol
you're pumping.....
never gonna fill ya
but when it's
spurting out of your neck
think roses
how they die off
in winter
the bonsai master, snip snip snips you away
and as a butterfly battles out of it's own coffin
you'll come back
but did the world come with you
or are you skating alone
blood streaking your name
across ice
running away from your body
a sword is a sickle
menacing glean
water sold in a petrol station
five bucks a bottle
half the price from the petrol
you're pumping.....
never gonna fill ya
but when it's
spurting out of your neck
think roses
how they die off
in winter
the bonsai master, snip snip snips you away
and as a butterfly battles out of it's own coffin
you'll come back
but did the world come with you
or are you skating alone
blood streaking your name
across ice
Wilted Flowers
Crimson blood seeps through
the crevices of a broken home
as the flowers living within
begin to wilt losing their petals
in an outward cry for help
from a venomous poison
that corrupted the dehydrated soils.
the crevices of a broken home
as the flowers living within
begin to wilt losing their petals
in an outward cry for help
from a venomous poison
that corrupted the dehydrated soils.
An evening walk
Where can I walk,
where can I look,
to find again the snows so pure,
then bury I can
these poems i wrote
and clear the ground once more,
for new poems to come to be.
For as I walked,
along the seashore today,
a rose I found lying,
dying
on the side walk,
I loved its petals
dappled with flakes of snow,
and I held it close to my heart,
and I knew without a doubt,
by the light of the reddened moon
and gently held in the arms of the dawn,
it will transform
into a poem
of beauty,
and that will happen
all in the "blink of an eye".
all in the "blink of an eye"
and it will last for eons.
where can I look,
to find again the snows so pure,
then bury I can
these poems i wrote
and clear the ground once more,
for new poems to come to be.
For as I walked,
along the seashore today,
a rose I found lying,
dying
on the side walk,
I loved its petals
dappled with flakes of snow,
and I held it close to my heart,
and I knew without a doubt,
by the light of the reddened moon
and gently held in the arms of the dawn,
it will transform
into a poem
of beauty,
and that will happen
all in the "blink of an eye".
all in the "blink of an eye"
and it will last for eons.
