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海魂儿Chasing Somewhere OceanicJune, 2009 UlyssesNow i am back at the yellow place by the sand reach.
A hand reached up out of the grounds before me and lifted the lips of my eyes.
I have become an old man with small brittle bones.
The chill of many dawns is in the hair of my head.
The sandy place where i have taken a fancy to write words with a dull stick is cut and crossed with yellow streaks.
There has been a flood.
The waters have been my friend--they have run over the sand, wiping my words away.
The words have escaped into the grass.
I shall never find the lost words.
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS.
In March's black boat
Einstein and April
have come at the time in fashion
up out of the sea
through the rippling daffodils
in the foreyard of the dead Statue of Liberty
whose stonearms
are powerless against them
the Venusremembering wavelets
breaking onto laughter--
Sweet Land of Libery,
at last, in the end of time,
Einstein has come by force of complicated mathematics
among the tormented fruit trees
to buy freedom for the daffodlis
till the unchained orchards shake their tufted flowers--
Yiddishe springtime!
At the time in fashion
Einstein has come bring April i n his head
up from the sea
in Tomas March Jefferson's
black boat bringing freedom under the dead
Statue of Liberty to free the daffodils in the water which sing:
Einstein has remembered us
Savior of the daffodils!
A twig for all the dead!
shout the dark maples
in the tearing wind, shaking pom-poms of green flowers--
April Einstein has come to liberate us here among the Venusremembering daffodils
Yiddishe springtime of the mind
and a great pool of rainwater under the blossomy peachtrees
April Einstein
through the blossomy waters rebellious,laughing
under liberty's dead arm has come among the daffodils
shouting
that flowers and men were created relatively equal.
Old fashioned knowledge is dead under the blossoming peachtrees
Einstein, tall as violet in the latticearbor corner
is tall as a blossomy peartree!
The shell of the world is split and from under the sea
Einstein has emerged triumphant, St. Francis of the daffodils!
O Samos, Samos
dead and buried.Lesbia is a black cat in the freshturned garden.All dead.
All flesh that they have sung is long since rotten.
Sing of it no longer
Sing of Einstein's Yiddishe peachtrees
Sing of sleep among the cherry blossoms
Sing of wise newspapers
that quote the great mathematician:
A little touch of
Einstein in the night--
Side by sides the young and old
trees take the sun togehter,the maples,green and red according to their kind
yellowbells and the vermillion quinceflower together--
The tall peartree with foetid blossoms
sways its high topbrances with contrary motions and green
has come out of the wood
upon them also---
The mathematics grow complex:
there are both pinkflowered and coralfowered peachtrees
in the bare chickenyard of the old negro with white hair who hides
poinsoned fish-heads here and there
where stray cats find them--
find them--find them
O spring days,swift and mutable, wind blowing four ways,
hot and cold
Now the northeast wind,moving in fogs,leaves the grass cold and dripping
The night is darkbut in the night the southeast wind approaches
It is April and Einstein!
The owner of the orchard lies in his bed
with the windows wide
and throws off his covers
one by one
It is Einstein
out of complicated mathematics
among the daffodils--
spring winds blowing
four ways,hot and cold,
shaking the flowers!
The love that dares not speak its name
Futurist Speech to the English(1910) ...we love the indomitable and bellicose patriotism that sets you apart;we love the national pride that prompts your great muscularly courageous race;we love the generous and intelligent individualism that enables you to open your arms to individualists of every land, whether libertarian or anarchist. But your board of libery is not all we admire. What most sets you apart is that, amid so much pacifist nonsense and evangelical cowardice, you cherish an unbridled passion for struggle in all its forms, from boxing-simple, brutal, and rapid- to the monstrous roaring necks of the cannon on the decks of your dreadnoughts, crouched intheir swivelling caves of steel, turning to scent the appetizing enemy suadrons in the distance... To a degree you are the victims of your traditionalism and its medieval trappings, in which there persists a whiff of archives and rattling of chains that hinder your precise and carefree forward march. You will admit the oddness of this in a people of explorers and colonizer whose enormous ocean liner have obviously shrunk the world. May, 2009 被Joanna所逼（这个不要随便进来，进来了不怪我啊） 哎，无意中看到一个帖子，简直就是毒誓，据说是传说中的巫婆的魔力帖，看完此日志请在5分钟之内转载到自己空间，一个月内你将和你喜欢的人永远走在一起。 看到不转载，男的成光棍。穷一辈子。。女的寡妇~傻一辈子！ （很灵验的哦！） 大家权当消遣看看，也有几分道理，是否当真自己看着办，我只觉得这curse实在太毒，还是遵命转一转吧~
1.当你收到“你干嘛呢？” 实际上是想说“我想你了”
2.当你收到“呵呵”，多是没笑或者傻笑 3.但如果是“哈哈” “嘿嘿”或者“嘎嘎”，这时你打过去一定是在笑 4.说你“傻瓜” “笨蛋” 其实是关心你，担心你，希望你照顾好自己 5.如果是问句结束，其实是希望能和你多聊一会儿 6.“哦”多半是在敷衍 7.但如果是“知道啦” “收到” “遵命”之类的则表示比较在意 8.有时劝你忙自己的，其实他口是心非 9.把他的傻事 丢脸的或是失落的事告诉你，是希望你安慰他，开导他，甚至骂骂他 10.主动发给你，说明你在他心目中有一定的分量，一般人不喜欢和不在意的人罗嗦 11.如果给你起外号，是希望你可以记住他多一点 12.“我刚到” “我已经到家咯”说明进屋第一个想到的是你 13.“你到家了就告诉我一声啊” “你到家了没啊？”意思是我要你一定平安，我不许你有事 14.有时不会那么巧就错发给你，可能是他想发给你又实在没东西发，虽然这样很蠢 15.收到“转发2人会幸福哦”，是他觉得这条短信很有意思，但是又不忍心让你转发给10个人，就偷偷的把10改成了2 16.凡是那种“不转发就会不幸”诅咒性质的，他不是没有收到过，但是绝不会转发给你 17.有一阵你没有收到过ta的短信，但并不代表ta草稿箱里没有 18.如果可能，他晚上不关机就是因为你 女孩子20岁左右是她最美丽的年华。 这时她的心地最善良，她有点成熟，又有点孩子气。 男孩子20左右的时候是他最暗淡的日子， 这时什么都没有，不能独立又不想依赖， 挣扎着彷徨着，寻找着自己的位置， 所以如果一个男孩子在他20岁左右的时候遇见了与他年纪相当的女孩子， 那一定要珍惜她， 因为这个女孩子是用用自己最美丽的年华陪他走过了最暗淡的日子！女孩只有陪他走过，女孩将永远幸福下去。 TO：我亲爱的XDJM们帖就是那样了~
最后一段还有点小感人的情愫流露其中，
只是我们都早已过了那个成熟又青涩的年纪，
权当在看过、飘过、华丽地闪过，
权当我是个傻孩子，一个真正单纯的傻孩子，
看到了还真的会转........
不管目的如何，
真心希望身边所有的朋友：
有家的，快成家的，恋爱的，单身的
都有自己的快乐，自己的幸福，
也许每个人都有不同的故事，
有的精彩，有的平淡，有的惊心动魄，有的荡气回肠，
爱，永远是存在的，
爱，永远不存在对错，
愿大家在周末的深夜都享受幸福，享受专属自己的小幸福：）
我可一个字都没敢改，够诚心了吧！这真是什麽事啊，你说你出去玩，还来这一手！
好了，我用我的小心原谅你了，真的吓的不清。。。。。。。
May, 2009 Time has taught me
I used to be spontaneous Always think there is no other option between right and wrong Sometimes everything looks perfect But it is not exactly what i wanted Sometimes everything looks so hard But i try my best to find the solution to solve the problems and be happy Maybe that is why there is no perfect world Utopia is hard to get,hard to find,hard to have Beauty within...
Hides cynical, shows confidence Don't care too much about how about the others think about me Just be myself,it is me Never change, never will Life is short I dont wanna make any regrets
Life is a myths You never know the next moment You are going to meet who Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness |
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