The Rhetoric
2022
Wound Fountain
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The Dog Book
Stars
07/08/2020
Fortunately, it was always
pass by soon, the stars and the stars
they slide side by side, they are
-- not vicious enough, not reputable enough
kidnaped by language, vibrate like eardrums
And then retaliated by silence,
the strings of the spirit will be loosened then
The language is not strong enough, It’s
roots grow on some kind of deviation
Dry, an insight like chest pain
It's still too early for now!
Under the sun, is a bubble of dishonesty
07/08/2020
Fortunately, it was always
pass by soon, the stars and the stars
they slide side by side, they are
-- not vicious enough, not reputable enough
kidnaped by language, vibrate like eardrums
And then retaliated by silence,
the strings of the spirit will be loosened then
The language is not strong enough, It’s
roots grow on some kind of deviation
Dry, an insight like chest pain
It's still too early for now!
Under the sun, is a bubble of dishonesty
星星
20.8.7
应该庆幸，发作它总是
很快过去，星星和星星，
它们并肩滑行，它们
——不够恶毒，不够有声誉。
为语言绑架，震动如鼓膜，
接着报复性的沉默。
精神之弦也会随之松懈，
语言不够强壮，它的
根源是某种偏离。
干燥，一种顿悟如胸痛，
现在也还为时太早！
太阳底下，一个不诚实的气泡。
Wound
09/09/2020
Seems like fell asleep, she was quieter than ever, resting her head on a cushion, her silver hair tucked back, and falling asleep deeply. For me, she had never been so concrete, so far away, that sheer material weight. There was almost a sheen of marble in the soft face. It was useless to write it down, in fact, I could not speak a word, should not think, should not talk, what we speak is not the same language, almost deprived. It doesn’t, it doesn’t! Processing, processing! With my mouth open, I couldn't say a word. My heart closed to me, once again, loss, secrets, swallowed all of those.
From a distance, he nodded to me, his lips twitching, with the charm of a fog-cat -- yet unapproachable, untouchable, only to make some wounds on me fruitlessly.
09/09/2020
Seems like fell asleep, she was quieter than ever, resting her head on a cushion, her silver hair tucked back, and falling asleep deeply. For me, she had never been so concrete, so far away, that sheer material weight. There was almost a sheen of marble in the soft face. It was useless to write it down, in fact, I could not speak a word, should not think, should not talk, what we speak is not the same language, almost deprived. It doesn’t, it doesn’t! Processing, processing! With my mouth open, I couldn't say a word. My heart closed to me, once again, loss, secrets, swallowed all of those.
From a distance, he nodded to me, his lips twitching, with the charm of a fog-cat -- yet unapproachable, untouchable, only to make some wounds on me fruitlessly.
伤口
2020.9.9
像是睡着了，她比任何时候都安静，将头颅安稳的放置到软垫上，银发拢至脑后，深深的睡去。对我她从未如此具体，如此遥远，那是纯粹的物质重量。那张柔和面孔透露出的，几乎是大理石的光泽。事实上，将它写下来也是徒劳的，实际上，我一个字也说不出口，不该去想，不应该谈论，我们所讲的不是相同的一种语言。没有用，没有用！加工，加工！张着嘴，我一个字也说不出口。再一次，丧失、秘密，全部吞咽。
在远处，他朝我颔首，带着雾猫的魅力，他嘴唇翕动——然而不可接近、不能触碰，只是在我徒劳的制造伤口。
疯人（一）
2022.1.23
一场雪就可以唤醒
我会一直行走
假如说事情必然发生
那么它会指向一个结果
结果就是漫无目的的行走
路过
在黄昏或者黎明
在人群的背面
那里逐渐形成一种干燥
他们说那人疯了
整个镇上唯一的疯人
如果我上前紧握他的手
他们说你也疯了
假如说那人低头
太阳从他的背后升起
而月亮
不能被捕捉
连语言也指责我的漫无目的
假如我一直写
那将是
一个动物
一个上帝
谎言也将褪去它真实的外衣
设想一种反面的结构
没有得到结果
不可以继续
事情就此为止
只是等待
在低视力的 模糊的 空旷的夜
和嘴唇紧闭的 无法进入的城镇
那里也该有一场大雪
2022.1.23
一场雪就可以唤醒
我会一直行走
假如说事情必然发生
那么它会指向一个结果
结果就是漫无目的的行走
路过
在黄昏或者黎明
在人群的背面
那里逐渐形成一种干燥
他们说那人疯了
整个镇上唯一的疯人
如果我上前紧握他的手
他们说你也疯了
假如说那人低头
太阳从他的背后升起
而月亮
不能被捕捉
连语言也指责我的漫无目的
假如我一直写
那将是
一个动物
一个上帝
谎言也将褪去它真实的外衣
设想一种反面的结构
没有得到结果
不可以继续
事情就此为止
只是等待
在低视力的 模糊的 空旷的夜
和嘴唇紧闭的 无法进入的城镇
那里也该有一场大雪
Diary of a Lunatic I
23/01/2022
A fall of snow will wake me up
I will keep walking
Let's say that something must happen
it's going to point to a result
And the result is aimless walking
Then pass by
at dusk or dawn
on the back of the crowd
A kind of dryness gradually builds up there
They said the man was mad
The only crazy person in the town
If I go up and hold his hand
They said you were crazy, too
Let's say that person lowers his head
The sun rose from the back of him
And the moon
can't be caught
Even the language accuses me of my aimlessness
If I keep writing
that would be
an animal
a god
The lie would also take off its coats of truth
Imagine a reverse structure
didn't get the results
unable to continue
That's the end of the matter
Just waiting for
In the dim, empty night of low vision
And the closed lips of the inaccessible town
There should be a big snow, too
Diary of a Lunatic II
23/01/2022
She opened the door for me
In the candlelight
People talk about the madman in the town
A poor creature
He goes crazy sometimes, but also looks like
very tired
How did they talk about the madman
I don't really care
I think his hand has
the same temperature with us
I just looked down
staring at the tea, and
surprised at
at last I could see it in my reflection
the madman's face
which is silent and kept his head down.
23/01/2022
She opened the door for me
In the candlelight
People talk about the madman in the town
A poor creature
He goes crazy sometimes, but also looks like
very tired
How did they talk about the madman
I don't really care
I think his hand has
the same temperature with us
I just looked down
staring at the tea, and
surprised at
at last I could see it in my reflection
the madman's face
which is silent and kept his head down.
疯人（二）
2022.1.23
她替我开了门
在烛光里
人们谈论镇上的疯人
一个可怜的造物
他有时发狂，但似乎
也十分倦漠
他们怎样谈论疯人
我对此并不关心
我想他的掌心有着
和我们一样的温度
我只是低下头
凝视着茶水，并且
惊讶于
终于看清了倒影中
一直低头不语的
疯人的脸
樱桃
2022.4.23
有一天，伤口像是突然出现的。
并不是因为大规模的封锁，外婆和两只爱犬的死亡，很多人的死亡，新冠，男人，女人，笼子里的女人，战争，或者虚假新闻什么的，并不是因为这些。
而后伤口不断蔓延开来，那是一种很难消化的感觉，一种饥饿的，无所适从的感觉。樱桃——流血的颜色，罪与爱的颜色，引起诱惑的颜色，享乐的颜色，涌动的欲望的颜色，尖叫的颜色。她的指甲油的颜色，一种权力的颜色。这是对樱桃的修辞，这都使他们变得昂贵，假如我描写的更加细致，那将使他们更为昂贵，细致的修辞，从食物到语言到我，都可以变得昂贵。像斑点，像湿疹，像病毒，它们变得疯狂起来。
但，有着血一样颜色，哭泣的樱桃，那是一种虚构的眼泪，本质上不需要任何安慰。
2022.4.23
有一天，伤口像是突然出现的。
并不是因为大规模的封锁，外婆和两只爱犬的死亡，很多人的死亡，新冠，男人，女人，笼子里的女人，战争，或者虚假新闻什么的，并不是因为这些。
而后伤口不断蔓延开来，那是一种很难消化的感觉，一种饥饿的，无所适从的感觉。樱桃——流血的颜色，罪与爱的颜色，引起诱惑的颜色，享乐的颜色，涌动的欲望的颜色，尖叫的颜色。她的指甲油的颜色，一种权力的颜色。这是对樱桃的修辞，这都使他们变得昂贵，假如我描写的更加细致，那将使他们更为昂贵，细致的修辞，从食物到语言到我，都可以变得昂贵。像斑点，像湿疹，像病毒，它们变得疯狂起来。
但，有着血一样颜色，哭泣的樱桃，那是一种虚构的眼泪，本质上不需要任何安慰。
Cherries
23/04/2022
One day, the wound seemed to come out of nowhere.
It's not because of the massive lockdown, the death of my grandmother and my two dogs, the deaths of many people, coronavirus, men, women, women in cages, war, or fake news, it's not because of those.
And then the wound spread, and it was an indigestible feeling, a hungry feeling, a feeling of not knowing what to do. Cherry - the color of blood, of sin and love, of temptation, pleasure, of surging desire, of screaming. The color of her nail polish, a color of power. This is the rhetoric of cherries, all of those makes them expensive, which would make them more expensive if I write it more carefully, fine rhetoric, from food to language to me, all of those can be expensive. Like spots, like eczema, like viruses, they go crazy.
But, with its blood-like color, the weeping cherries, is a kind of imaginary tear, it doesn't need any comfort, per se.
Dog Tooth
24/02/2022
When the dog died, I was playing chess. And the other one was trying to play rascal.
He said: Exile yourself in pain is despicable.
Sometimes, get up, not knowing whether it's early morning or late afternoon, and in the haze, the shadow of my dog runs towards me. The dark shadow, not know if it's coming to jump into my arms, or it's coming to tear my throat ——and the woman upstairs is screaming.
——I finally could not help and burst into tears.
狗牙
2022.2.24
狗死的时候，我正下着国际象棋，并且对方试图耍赖。
他说：放逐在痛苦中是一种卑鄙。
有时候，起床，分不清是凌晨还是傍晚，在朦胧中，模糊的爱犬的影子朝我奔来，那黑影，不清楚它是否要扑入我的怀里，抑或是扑过来撕裂我的喉咙——而楼上的女人正凄厉的尖叫。
—— 我终于忍不住放声大哭起来。
The Rhetoric explores moments when boundaries were blurred and the capacity of language as a form of imagination to invade reality and create chaos. As a speech decoration, a manufactured difference, forged blood and body, a color of temptation, a symbol, an imagination, and a pretense, the cherries grow, from madness to silence, and the expansion of rhetoric gradually becomes a kind of emptiness and a wound.
《修辞学》探讨了边界消失的时刻，以及语言作为一种想象侵入现实并且制造混乱的情况。作为一种言语的装饰，一 种被制造的差异，一种被锻造的血液与身体，一种诱惑的颜色，一种符号，一种想象，一种矫饰。樱桃的生长从疯狂到静默，修辞的扩大，逐渐成为一种空虚，一种伤口。