当代诗歌：妇女们为什么热衷织这种布（8首）

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中国先锋艺术论坛。作者：elford。 妇女们为什么热衷织这种布 是的，亲笔签名的鱼的臀部 不是漂亮女孩 而是男人调情和诅咒的产物 她像撒谎一样捡起冬天的隐青染料 凡是能见证我们改变命运的河流一副保温瓶的十字镐保持新鲜空气在舌尖的高台上，假设我们击落了鸟。灵魂衣领上的白色康乃馨骨头被掏空了。寒冷和雾气她的痛苦使飞行动作变缓了 尘土的几缕灯光，我们跟随它房间的疤痕，显露出全形方向盘，在教室左转右拐写出一部书 但橙色汽车经过检查站，你未来家庭生活的黑色信息传出罐头气味是的，创造美好环境，就是石头光秃秃的，到处栽满了树木 在实际生活中行不通 花朵在屋顶，花朵在讨论什么时候该感到羞耻，直到皮肤被称为水晶 街头小贩，三缄其口，沦为沉默的一块看不见的大陆 而一块烧红的石头 为什么不通过茎脉吸收来自根部的养分凝结成水珠？ 一个女图书管理员寻找否定她的 鸵鸟头埋在平装书里的人。因此一座简单的塔抓住了瘾君子的心 还有一群营养不良的书商 轻柔地说话，文雅地放屁导致他们女儿幼稚的原因 拉长日子的链条 一条小溪，在梦中撕开了信封父亲坐在餐桌旁他还年轻一只木制抽屉在他胸口轻轻滑动像有了生命 他写下细长的字，有力、恼人 模糊又密集却异常珍贵这些小字没人认识。死亡像一件瓷器沉闷的图案印在脑门上。他的手冰凉，在触摸我空空的抽屉的躯体 渐渐褪去蓝色墨汁 但他的身体展开成一个长方形的食品柜，多么令人着迷我的脸，婴儿一样扭曲，糖果的嘴巴直流口水而这条海滨大道 是通往永生吗？ 大提琴版权的脚步声即将结束，女人在黑夜梳头，戴面具的柩车 载着父亲离去石头路很宽，车夫挥舞彩带的鞭子红白两色戏装的小孩子 沿着一个小说题目的足迹非得形影相随？ 无所谓死亡 吹口哨的年轻母亲取代了灯光幽暗的针叶林。谁在街头踯躅？幻影？一个陌生人？我的父亲？ 银行账号的咳嗽声 答应了一桩婚事？秘密协议的合同条款引来骑马的死神 而秋天的青铜苹果的一声霹雳让砖瓦工不知砖瓦为何物 那年秋天，我和幽灵走在深圳空旷的海滨大街上雪花，朝圣的空间关节断裂。雪落在冒烟的一块新鲜焦油上从白色变成了黑色 专注的，圣灵的眼睛 已无法辨认裂成碎片的车站的名字荒野的木偶人 将一团雪放在嘴里故事带来它热忱的事物和法律的新的祈祷，当雪花以自己为中心 写下哀悼之词 这一年，天气阴沉，温暖，一直刮着南风 不存在的记忆 谁能把我们带上天堂 受制于承诺，哪怕最不明确的 副标题的航程 追思秋天的纸船昨天，奇怪地吃着果树它的头哪儿去了? 我的皮肤和它的嘴唇因想起父亲而紧绷万物复苏 我会陪你走过夜空不见一人的研究所继续谈他的工作无论什么都能引发他的科学热情无论榨干的一片苹果 拍岸的浪涛巨大的轰鸣声，抑或沾满血而变硬的外套 北部宿舍区，一个藏起生命和熵的白色王国，长春应用化学研究所处于永恒的运动中。一种奇异的橙色雾汽，如果它触手可及 很奇怪，那么多献身的灵魂都是能够回忆和记载的这些人，走近你，擦身而过。父亲，穿着破旧的毛线衣匆匆扫你一眼，没人注意似乎他并不存在 夜里，他在严寒中把你叫醒，给你洗冷水澡裹上干床单然后放在暖气旁边烤 长春应用化学研究所 在枯死之前，开出野性的死亡之花而玉米地使夜晚恢复了宁静 会议给他们带来成吨成吨的政策和任务邻居的房顶背靠背决斗的时刻到来了 岁月亦带给他甜言蜜语，“你看，”她说“所有糖槭树枝的叶尖 朝一个方向弯成直角是风吹的结果。” 因为街上，乌云像他浮动的思想 雪夜的电车在电线上绽放出火花 但他与一个女人的关系，在最萎靡的时刻一些偶然事件相互交织他所承受的不幸，一座岛在黑板上的运算符 让他终生保持哲学的头脑，即使他再一次在教室外摔倒变成幽灵 故地重游 一沓钱的南极浮冰 像一艘驶往盆地的船 雪夜，失踪的汽车司机长成一棵核桃树 寒冷，蓝色诗句的副本，它金属光泽的隐喻一种关于科技色彩的知识 而幻影，依附在春天 一个空空荡荡的房子拿起曲颈甑，等于 烧杯减去湖的差值他梦想，在万物复苏的夜晚咬下一朵云 但这首诗有些像一个忧郁而悔愧的微笑我们出来，上限已不在谁知道呢，我们开始难过，更多的是伤感 尾声 人注定要死的永恒主题在这里清晰地体现出来然后呢，白天的光线这样的微笑你可以在父亲的脸上见到被赋予心灵或恍如隔世的特征。八月份，冒着大雨和风暴风暴是杜撰的，批判大会上的胡言乱语,并以一种独特的方式去研究用来学习的一座纪念碑摆脱了被焚烧的厄运乘船回到自由大路车站岛屿后面，还有一个寺而老人把浓烟送给《科学丛书》，一个糟糕的选择 WHY ARE WOMEN KEEN TO WEAVE THIS KIND OF CLOTH Yes, the autographed fish's rumpnot a pretty girl but a product of men flirting and cursing She picked up the winter’s cyan leuco-dyelike a lie Any river that can witness the change of our destinya pair of thermos picks keep fresh air on the platform of your tongue tip, assumingwe shot down the bird. The soulwhite carnations on the collarthe bones were all emptied. Cold and misther pain slowed down the flight A few strand lights in the dust, we follow itThe scar of the room reveals the full shapeSteering wheel, turn left and right in the classroomwrote a book But the orange car passes the checkpoint, The black message of your future family life comes out of the smell of cansYes, to create a beautiful environment is the stones are bare and with full of trees DOESN’T WORK IN REAL LIFE Flowers on the roof, and the flowers are discussingwhen should they feel ashamed until the skin is known as a crystal Street vendors keep silent and become a silent invisible continentBut a burning stonewhy not absorb nutrients from the roots through the stem veinsand condense into a drop of water? A female librarian looks for someone who denies her ostrich head buried in the paperback. Thereforea simple tower captures the heart of the addict There are also a group of malnourished booksellersspeak softly, fart gentlywhat caused their daughter to be naive WHATEVER THE DEATH IS The whistling young mother replaceda dimly lit coniferous forest. Who is walking in boulevard? phantom?a stranger? my father? The cough of the bank account promised a marriage? the contract clause of the secret agreement attracts death on horsebackand the thunderbolt of the bronze apples in autumn made the bricklayers not know what bricks are. That autumn, Ghost and I were walking on the empty seaside street in ShenzhenSnowflakes, space for pilgrimagejoints broken. Snow fell on a smoky piece of fresh tarchanged from white to blacked, the eyes of the Holy Spirit The name of the shattered station is no longer recognizablethe puppet of the wilderness put a ball of snow in his mouthThe story brings its passionate things and new prayers of the law, when Snowflake centers on itselfwrite a word of mourning This year, the weather is gloomy, warm, and the south wind has been blowing. NON-EXISTENT MEMORY Who can take us to heavensubject to promises, even the most uncertain The subtitled voyage remembers the paper boat in autumn, yesterday was eating the fruit of a tree weirdly,Where is its head? My skin and its lipstensed by thinking of my fathereverything recovers I will accompany you through the research institute with no one in the night skycontinue to talk about his workWhatever can arouse his scientific enthusiasmWhatever the slice of apple squeezed dryThe huge roar of the waves hitting the shore, orbloody and hardened coat The northern dormitory area, a white kingdomthat hides life and entropy, Changchun Institute of Applied Chemistryin eternal motion. A strange orange mist, if it’s within reach It’s strange that so many dedicated soulscould be recalled and recordedThese people approached you and passed by. Father, wearing a shabby sweaterglanced at you quickly, nobody noticed himseemed he didn't exist At night, he woke you up in the severe cold and gave you a cold showerwrapped in a dry sheetand baked you next to the heater CHANGCHUN INSTITUTE OF APPLIED CHEMISTRY Before dying, blooming wild flowers of deathand the cornfield restores peace to the nightThe meeting brought them tons of policies and tasksNeighbor's roofit’s time for a back-to-back duel Also brought him sweet words for years , "Look," she said"The tip of all sugar maple branchesbend at a right angle in one directionthe result of wind blowing. " Because in the street, dark clouds are like his floating thoughtsThe tram in the snowy night sparks on the wiresbut his relationship with a woman at its most sluggish momentSome accidental events are intertwinedthe misfortune he endured, an island operator on the blackboard let him keep a philosophical mind for the rest of his life, even ifone more timefell outside the classroomturn into a ghost REVISIT THE OLD HAUNT A stack of money’s antarctic floating icelike a ship sailing to the basin Snowy night, the missing car drivergrew into a walnut tree Cold, a copy of blue verse, a metaphor for its metallic lustera kind of knowledge about the color of science and technology And the phantom, attached to an empty house in springpick up the retort, which is equal to the difference between the beaker minus the lakeHe dreams of biting a cloud in the night when everything recovers But this poem is a bit likea melancholy and contrite smileWe come out, the upper limit no longer existsWho knows, we start to feel sad, more sorrow EPILOGUEThe eternal theme that man doomed to dieclearly manifested hereThen, the daylightyou can see this smile on your father's faceendowed with the characteristics of the mind or as if a world away. In August, braved the heavy rain and stormthe storm is fabricated, the nonsense at the critical conference, and researching it in a unique wayA monument for learningget rid of the doom of being burnedTake the boat back to Freedom Avenue stationBehind the island, there is a templeand the old man put the smoketo《Science Series》, a bad choice