<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。作者：elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">白教堂</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她是含着眼泪的橡树果</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">生存多么残酷。她的梦境像婴儿</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">胖墩墩的乳房</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而一个吹笛子的人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 慢吞吞模拟一只蜗牛，但他的老婆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">的乳房什么形状，究竟围绕</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">怎样典型的星期天</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 支撑她黑色的河流裸到腰？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">你鼻子下方，城市后面的大海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">站立起来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">像猫的对角线</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 而厨师披散着头发</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">树叶开始发酵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">它们从电锯的高音中苏醒</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">没有时间的刹车声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">凭藉极度的寂静或停下来的手势</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">的逻辑发育成熟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">如果一位有姿色的瓷人在月下散步</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她最多七八岁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">还不曾有过自己的命运</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:15px;">注</b><span style="font-size:15px;">：白教堂(WHITECHAPEL)位于伦敦东二区，白教堂这个名字来源于当地一座朝拜圣母玛利亚的白色教堂，二战时被摧毁，但名字延续至今。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>我实地探查过，它的遗址就位于我下榻公寓二百米处。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">WHITECHAPEL</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">She is an acorn with tears in her eyes</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">how cruel survival is. Her dreams like a baby</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">with chubby breasts</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">a flute player</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Slowly mimics a snail, but what shape is</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">his wife's breasts, exactly around </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">what typical Sunday</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">supporting her black river bare to the waist?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Beneath your nose, the sea behind the city</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">stand up</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">like a cat's diagonal</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the chef wears his hair loose</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the leaves begin to ferment</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">They awaken from the treble of the chainsaw</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Without the sound of brakes in time</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">by the logic of extreme silence or the gesture of stopping </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">to mature</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">If a poised china walks under the moon</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">She would be seven or eight years old at most</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">has not yet had her destiny</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:15px;">Note</b><span style="font-size:15px;">: WHITECHAPEL is located in East London, and the name Whitechapel comes from a local white church of pilgrimage to the Virgin Mary that was destroyed in World War II, but the name carries on to this day. </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">I have explored the site, the ruins of which are located two hundred meters from the apartment where I’m staying.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>