Chapter 2 The second series (1983-1988)

When he opened all his windows to the sea To the sound of ten thousand steel knives clashing His whole past in one story All tongues cast toward this voice And took back the ten thousand steel knives that touched the sound So all the days squeezed into one So every year there is an extra day <> fell under the big oak tree in the last year His memory comes from a cowshed with a lingering column of smoke in the sky Some children on fire are holding hands and singing around kitchen knives before the flame goes out Rolling and burning on the trees all the time The flames have killed his lungs

<> And his eyes are a festival of two hostile cities The nostrils are two huge pipes looking up at the night sky Woman, shooting madly at his face with love leaving a gap between his lips: For a moment, a train opposite death will pass leaving a morning between his outstretched arms pushing down the sun's head A silent pistol announces the morning A morning colder than an empty basin on the ground door panel His whole past in one story Death has become a redundant heartbeat <> When the stars fly down to the earth in search of the snake's venom Time rots beyond the ticking of the clock

Rats change their teeth on the (rusty) spots of the copper coffin Fungi stomp on rotting lichen Cricket's son made needle money on him for a long time And evil, tearing his face on a drum His body is full of the glory of death All of it, all of his past in one story <>One story has his whole past For the first time the sun read his eyes so close The closer sun sits on his lap A slender man is resting on a cut tree stump the sun is smoking between his fingers Every night I aim there with a telescope in my hand until the moment the sun goes out A tree stump rests where he sat

<> quieter than the cabbage patch in May His horse passed by in the morning death, shattered into a heap of pure glass The sun has turned into a thunder that rolls on the mourners' way home And the tender feet of the child are walking on the evergreen olive branch And my head is swollen like a thousand horseshoes drumming: Death is a grain of sand compared to a thick cutlass so all his past in one story So, a thousand years also turned around—look 1983 there's a plow that hurts me In the idle fields of the north there is a plow that hurts me When spring falls like a horse, from a

In the empty body collection car a stone head Gathering the storm of death Brushed by the iron hair of the storm under a hat There is a void - the time after death Has taken off his face: A brown red beard stretched forward Gathering the long idle majesty of the North Only spring bites his heart like a bell Sound like a child's head sinking to the bottom of a well like a child cooking over a boiling fire His pain - like a giant sawing on fallen timber It's like sawing off your own leg A voice thinner than the spinning thread of sorrow Walk through a shut down sawmill

The Lonely Barn at the Sawmill That is the loneliness of the sower walking to the end of the field flaxen peasant woman No face but waving hands The back figure bent forward towards the plowman a rusty mother has no memory but waved his hand - like a stone From distant ancestors... 1983 Walk through the penal colony where sulfur was mined When the spring hearse passes through the sulfur-mining penal colony At dawn, in the green pasture That spot of bright red blood, the head is actually a higher mountain when the prince of stand-up talent is set free All the fingers reaching deep into the sky

The furious serpent entangled the same furious whip And I'll let the evergreen phoenix hear I'm whipping the ever-present enemy of heaven When disease takes the lust of the earth, death In place of the night hide the food of immortality The point of the plow also broke through the soil, shaking The child of memory wakes up coughing blood: My cry is actually the cry of fate When the river that carries the timber also carries the coffin My youth is actually commemorating The cold sorrow of the open carved coffin When the winter emperor came to the valley of roses Preside over the funeral for the late autumn, the starry and dark candlelight

Also vigil for the fierce years The sad rain is actually blood The clamor that seeps into the tidal ages also seeps into the harps The mourning of generations, the day of sacrifice Take back the beauty of the past The coffin that enshrines the years is also enshrining youth When my blood also has the blood of knowledge Evil knowledge eats all knowledge And I want the cold blooded ice queen to hear The monologue of the stormy soul: as long as Sacred vessels still hold the severed horns I'm gonna bleed all I can for that horn My youth is to commemorate death.die And bestowed the dignity of immortality on the face of the dead

1983 Looking from the direction of death will always see The person you should never see in your life will always find a random place Just sniff and bury yourself there buried where they hate They pour dirt from their shovels in your face Thanks to them.thanks again Your eyes will no longer see the enemy will come from the direction of death their cry when they are in hostility but you can no longer hear That was a utter cry of pain! 1983 speak under the farthest cloud Glide on the brow of the tiles of light idle beyond the four seasons idle, quiet is a mirror According to me: forget it

It's a charming pear hangs, and jitters: "Come, it's yours" they say early spring, among the four seasons torn a hole "It's yours, give it back to you, the original Everything will be returned to you" said Said, spit it out of the tree four sweet babies And the sun swims in a basin swimming, school of fish in the current banging my head... 1983 If only the making of language came from the kitchen The heart is the bedroom.they said if the heart is the bedroom Delusion is the master of the bedroom From the delusion expressed by the bird's eye

boy playing with mute admit; commotion Just like Rhythm brain that doesn't dream just a wasteland of time The boy with the mute admits but don't understand: contraceptive seeds does not produce image Every seed is a cause... want to say reason, just like address Do not say.smoking barbarian walnuts Press into the desktop.they said all talk should stop - when The horses around are so quiet When they are watching people's eyes... 1984 The singing is the singing that kills Bai Yelin Silence is like heavy snowfall Every white leaf tree remembers my singing I heard the song that made the world rest in peace I ask it to rest in peace Whole body covered with heavy snow it's me who stands in the center of silence It's as silent as the snow that stops Even this pear is silent It was my singing that once dimmed the stars in the sky I'll never be a star above the woods 1984 (excerpt) A Except for the passing stars leaving breath on the window no, no animal tortured me Mosquitoes are encased in glass tubes I see their bright red mouths And cared for their fate: Snow, keeps its pressure in all seasons Four seasons, snow has pink flesh Snow's eyes are everywhere It snowed for a whole year but no, not at all Miss someone.I'm My own - my thoughts watch over me I am simply dig your nails into the flesh It's been like this every night for a hundred years... B This overly kind face always reminds me of A piece of longevity material that voluntarily accepts the axe that blinking window frame Of course it's your kind ears Open and close.And a pair of red and swollen hands like beets frozen in the ground The same is kind... The past is a myth, the wine is overflowing but not.not now i won't let anyone in I want to understand, to understand if you can answer what do grapes hate eggplants I was forgotten by you what is it - i'll take another look at you Like this river, looking at you... 1985 Gray clouds like a funeral procession Behind the pasture raised the sad bull's head together The lonely stars are all hugging together like a blizzard suddenly appeared on the grim grandmother's face Oh, when the little white mouse played with his feet The wild prince coughing blood and galloping on the dark field last knight of the old world --horse A headless horse, galloping... 1985 The snow shovel leveled the forehead of winter the trees I hear your loud voice I heard the sound of dripping water, and the excitement of melting snow: The sun's rays are like molten steel poured into the field Its rays cast from the direction where the giant bird spread its wings Giant python, beating flesh on pebbles Window frame, burning like a drunken soldier's throat I hear the clamor of the sea on the tin roof ah silence I'm forgetting your white roof From a wind of loose snow, I once got a pain When field strongly affirms love I reject the cry of spring submerged in a torrent of chestnuts rolling downhill I'm afraid of my heart I'm shouting: I'm afraid of my heart Will become useless because of happiness! 1985 Four little white mice are the feet of my bed Like a basket I step into the night sky I'm walking in the sky on skates so transparent and loud winter night sky Empty than the empty yards where scrap steel is collected snowflakes like drunken moths dotted village wine barrels buried in the snow "Who will hug my neck!" i hear horse muttering while walking "Click-click" giant scissors go to work From a big hole the stars all rose up splashing waves in the eyes of horses oh my mood is so good Like stroking down the smooth back of a giant whale I'm looking for the city I live in i'm looking for my love Those two anxious bananas on the pedals of the bicycle let wood stay at the sawmill and live its nightmare Let the moon stay on the ashen Gobi sharpen its scythe not necessarily from the east I see the sun as a string of pearls The sun is a string of pearls, rising continuously... 1985 Melancholy ships pass my eyes From the horse's eyes I see the whole sea A danger draws me—I believe Divide the waves and you'll come all the way from the bottom On land, the useless shadow of idle ships, in the sky The sun burns red the last copper plate Then, how, from the sky to the sea - a feeling of dizziness as if the moon's gigantic rump rolls in the window no one but me if i were someone else will find that I am exactly blind: when a city is like a writer put adventurous heads on rails The rails stretch to the sky like you - on the way Facing the morning sun shaking a small dress The light blinds your eyes, no one can believe it I am your memory i am your lover In a bad weather I'm beating the tables and chairs The sea tilts, the moment the water enters the shell I do not believe.No one can believe my tear-filled eyes Like a slanting sky, you're coming always coming towards me The whole sea moves with you Oh, I never saw it again, never saw it again The land before the sea... 1985 In the northern sea, giant glass is mixed with ice and turbulent A kind of loneliness, the loneliness before the sea beasts discovered the continent Land, did you ever know what it means to take away the sky On the night of transporting tigers across the sea The shadow of a tiger passed my face - oh, i confide in my life And there is no excitement in my life.No I don't have the thrill of exchanging blood from man to man in my life If I can't possess a memory - stronger than the wind I'll say: the sea is getting older If I can't rely on hearing - the thing that kills the sound if i can't study laughter -- that which waits to return from the sea I would say: by proportions as small as my body i can't get excited But something out of the sky caught my attention: Stones lay eggs, realistic shadows move On the erected bottom, the sea flows day and night ——For the first time, I have joy These are things I've never seen The silk-like surface of the river, the river is a bridge The silk shakes the surface of the river, and the river rolls in the sky Everything moves me And strange joy, had a strange effect in my heart In this moment when I don't have more time than usual I hear clams, in the moment of love The sound of the double shell opening The moment when a lover sheds tears - I noticed The storm blows the four corners of the earth The earth has the silence after the wolf eats the last child But from a basket raised high I see all the people who have loved me It's so tight, tight, tight -- hugging each other... 1984 Many expanses and broads unite, using its lungs Its front paws, bent backward, lie on its chest It breathes and promotes warmth in winter But it prefers to use severe cold— I grew up in the storm The storm hugs me and lets me breathe like a child crying inside me I want to understand his crying like a plow with a rake grains of sand opened their mouths mother don't let the river cry but i admit the voice Can rule over all authority! some voices, even all are used to manage the ground we walk on top of them They resume their mighty panting underground An earth without feet or footsteps also rumbling all languages All will be crushed by the wordless voice! 1985 The silent scream of the bat vibrates the drum of the dusk In the setting sun, the tiger pushes the millstone as solemnly Air, air returned to us through the horse's nostrils The light, the light through the keyhole disappear like an arrow Every dusk has faded like this Too much blooms in the night, too little goes with the water Never restless crashing.on impact there are nights that start and never end Some rivers shine and cannot see their colors There are times when there is a strong opposition to the night There are times when the night comes The night when a woman meets a very well-behaved animal Language begins, life departs Snow, occupying the whole afternoon from the window an afternoon that never ends A group of fat women sitting and resting against the sky Everything they remember is resting landscape, obscured by giant leaves During the day, show the idiots to their heart's content outside the window Similar to the scene where the boat stays in the belly of the fish heart, with the stillness of ice flying into the beehive where the ranch ends and the city begins The crops are tired of growing and the grapes are tired The stars all go out like bags of rocks The moonlight penetrates into the room, the walls are full of holes we know and we should know time is coming home and life is a child after school The world is a big window and there are horses outside the window Hissing after eating ten thousand lamps: One big foot across the fields and hills Prehistoric humans, holding up fossils and bashing us on the head In our brains that are as bright as lights Still a savage forest Some deer are bleeding and continue to ski on the piste Some music trembles, the trees continue to give their lives start, start before Goodbye, goodbye at the time of goodbye... 1985 A big road attracts the initial direction that makes you dizzy That's where you start.clouds cover your head ready to give you a job that's where you start that's where you start when a prison crams its character into a city Masonry hugs you tightly in the middle of the street The annual heavy snow is your old coat The sky is always a blue university the sky, such a pale sky The sky that has just been twisted Agree with your laugh, your beard eating in a hurry When you chase the big tree that travels through time The golden mouse over the water, dreaming of you: You are a curly bean in a mighty storm You are a chair that belongs to the sea I want you to read from scratch on the seashore of mankind Find yourself, in the journey of knowing yourself The snow in the north is your way The meat on your shoulders is your food A traveler who never looks back Everything you despise never dies 1985 It was the dawn that ruined it what a piece of material is night and day moments of mutual possession It is the dawn from behind the incomplete metal wall exposed crippled face I love you i will never take it back It's the furnace tilting the sun crashing on the ridge alone to the crack is the wind A blind postman walks into the heart of the earth its green blood Erase all voices I believe Words it takes away: I love you i will never take it back Is the song of the past a string of bells with staring eyes It's the sound of the river's shackles playing the snare drum are your blue eyes two suns fell from the sky I love you i will never take it back It's two hammers taking turns hitting Firelight from the same dream It's the moon as heavy as a bullet Sink the boat we've been on It's mascara that sticks forever I love you i will never take it back is all lost swell into a river is the flame the flame is another river flame eternal hook Hooks all up in the shape of flames shattered in star On the finger that stretches out and continues to burn is I love you i will never take it back 1985 October skies loom over the faces of cows with dementia The new lawn cries to the earth in May Grab the dirt and plug the horse's ears, listen Someone walks with nails in the dark strata! Likewise, my five fingers are a vain plum tree My leg is a half-kneeling plow in the dirt I follow the sound of the shovel effort Bury your sobs deep, deep underground Bury the hearing near the sobs: under the coffin Buried the sky we saw in the early days Thin air seduces me: One face after another, gradually sinking Faces rise from old faces To fight is to exchange lives! sunflowers frowning gray clouds billowing in the sky How many hands were destroyed by thunder, how many heads were cut by the wind sleep, field, listen Gilded bells ring in the grass... 1986 the man's eyes from your face stare out stare at the woman clawing at the wall scratching its face time to give birth to a child your profile right out of the scallop's bedroom Those two meat doors are red and your body is a saw Violence shakes the fruit trees dumb child hides his head stuttering lust rosy underarm odor stay at the bottom of the coffin of porn Skin of silk jellyfish the wail of being pulled into a long jane stocking The dumb child drank the wrath of all winter: All night the man tore the paper fretfully All night he called her a dead ghost! 1986 In the morning, a voice in the belly of a bird Woke mother up.Before waking up (on a bloody pillow draw how the fields fall asleep) Birds, a little thumb up on the tree A bird's head, a little golden chisel Mouth, a shovel-shaped light Turning the chrysalis hidden in the ground: "Come, let's plant together The care of the world! " birds singing childishly study a fruit pit with a stubborn head (with eternal hunger inside) The face of this sixteen-year-old bird Two scary dark circles an inverted telescope shoot from it the clumsy hunter ——a group of wobbly college students The backpack reads: Eternal Loneliness. See the world through your fingers, mother Lock your hair in the closet at this point An ugly bolt of lightning distorted her face (Similar to the picture of annual rings meditating in the body of a tree) Heavy snow, shaking thousands of white hands descending, on the snowy road two crooked footprints a dwarf like a black coat Disturbed walking the dirty fields... Then, abruptly, from the strata of the walnut from a wheat field I recognize my own heart: a foolish torrent of blood a milky touch i drank this morning I, come this morning. 1986 The dark day of Nordic reading Giant ice sweeps the vast sea Heart full of winter scenery The memory you need to endure, is so powerful. Listen to the snow's majestic walk on the roof How many generations of cultivation ended in the evening Empty daylight exchanges with silence within the lamp This night, people sympathize with death and mock cries: Thought, is the weak thinker, the weaker Neat syllables run across the snow-covered wilderness like caterpillars Twelve stupid birds, stunned to the ground A century of fools speaks of fright: A drawing of a field was left on a sheet of paper. Walking out of the forest in old clothes, with The shattered fields cover their shameful faces you, king of a village Asking for words from depression alone Ask for your answer. 1986 Afternoon of ice skating in winter I made the intention to move I let the nails make noise picture frame, loaded sled Desk, moved to the center of the field I didn't realize that the horizon was already full of people Everyone's hands are the arms of a stretcher What did they lift up - the flesh of the earth Shaking like gold, I don't know The surrounding trees all follow my example upper body wearing black Lower body, on a naked tree trunk Written: FOREST FOR SALE. 1986 The wheel of eternity spins around I'm the one who doesn't turn Like a decadent building paralyzed in the field I am looking forward to the coming of the strong wind: those that are worse than pain is rumbling to rule over my head Thunder and lightning gallop weaving in the sky The sky is like a stone, fantasy after the collapse tail scrambling on ass Cattle and sheep, huddled together and escaped These are the things that pile up into memory Let me replay the howling of darkness hug yourself... And our doom, our master Standing at the end of the field of meat With a terrifying expression, continue to applaud the storm—— 1986 In the setting sun, I walked down the brass roof with my mother on my back Lost horse shedding its hide The forest, moved to the edge of the rocky cliff Horse urine fell off the cliff The bricks and stones form a horse's head, a horse's face Inlaid with twenty-four buckshot No, there is nothing to bury (and the pit is huge) instead of a woman's huge buttocks bald moves of chess masters sand shadow moving The weight of water is completely weightless fingers instead of five boyfriends Butt-picking boys hide their heads in clouds (A woman's healthy buttocks are the eternal enemy of the sky) broke the tree that passed without stopping The seasons grind the wheat, the accordion tightens the lungs woman with bee face Twist the skirt of fear of death into a rope at the necklines of their reversed shirts one price controls us (The gray sky is a big glass delivery room) Land that moves at the mouth of the well, the river that was stolen at night The coffin overflows with human fat legs hugging the downed sky Wellhead that was peeked at torn by the wind The settlers who were trampled to ashes Women with river and lake eyes, from our armpits keep looking for their lives (The operating table is cut open) Wearing a plastic diving suit, the smooth tunnel of the highway The future child - born! 1987 It must have been in the morning.There's nothing in the mirror, you turn around Keyhole in hotel room turned into a man's prosthetic eye you make the first cry the sea, just then into a sea shun Then, suddenly, you find that you have been in the In a story broken by time alone but not alone feeding on ignorant beliefs a boy weight in your stomach breath, cut into pieces become strictly quantitative some stars hold sharp stones start dancing hard they resembled the man's face And he's going to translate them into an image of his future So you cry out again the shout drew the doctor white gauze wrapped around ears A medicine kit for trimming baby eyelashes is slung over the shoulder trees lying in ambush by the road stand up together The last cry was; "Mother's sin of youth!" 1987 When I look down from my childhood toilet with a high latrine My uncle is eye to eye with a bull in their shared gaze I think there is a purpose: Let all the light in the shadows have nowhere to hide! When a flying football field passes over the school A possibility of dissolving reality Enlarged my uncle's eyes Can see the sun frozen over the North Pole And my uncle's going to use tweezers - put it back in history For this reason I believe the sky can move My uncle often comes back from there Take the step of the designer out of his design I believe even more: my uncle wants to use the sound of opening the door Closing Yourself - Using a Flashback Method my uncle needs to fix the clock It seems that the premonition has been absorbed in advance the mistake he was trying to correct Completed by missed time: We are all thus reduced to the liberated! To this day, the smell of tobacco stuffed in the clouds still chokes me Follow the direction where the tram track disappears I saw a cornfield grow my uncle's beard My uncle is already wearing a red scarf Running all the way out of the earth-- 1988 Coloring my mother's hair in the dark night, the sound of hooves near.mother's coffin start dressing mother Mother's shoes, climbing up the tree alone The wind left to my mother, like iron, refuses to disperse mother's end means winter disintegrate from hatred winter, has put its stress done The sound of horseshoes bloomed on the loud iron planks On the ground polished by snow, the wind Said the wind is cruel means another kind of cruelty: say something that fled to the sky paralyzed in midair means mother's life It's just ten toes snapped off at the same time Said mother threw charcoal into the fire It means throwing a child, which means a stupid daughter sympathy for the ashes in the fire Saying this is sin means: "I will do it again!" 1988 ——Memorial Plath 1 The woman in the fox fur coat It's a cloud full of hairpins Her heavy ass makes the sky later There was form of bent roof A world without her has two children bottle hanging around neck Has been strapped to a horse.their father Kicking parting kicks to the horse's belly; "You cry, you cry, you can't stop, you You have to take medicine! " 2 With the pupils that escaped from the eye sockets, he asked: "Where is the A train full of stunned apples, but derailed? " The black forest is expressionless, instead of the wind gloomy reason runs through it "Hello them with a provincial accent They just nod? "The face of the sky a trace of abuse like hope still. "And I want to eat something with a sharp point!" Facing the back of the fire sitting naked A detoxifying french horn--Nerves that never rot Send her understanding to the sky... 1988 Sitting on the back of the chair bent for twelve seasons, all the way swollen my hand to inspect the wheat field Winter's handwriting, growing from destruction: Someone shouted in the sky: "Buy the cloud All the shadows cast on the ridges! " stern voice, mother mother, out of the will covered with heavy snow Hold the cabin with a climate buckle Inside the house is the famous field: Barb with golden eyelashes, a boy kneeling Dig My Lover: "Never Let You Die Again" I, just kneel behind the boy Digging my mother: "Never because I don't love anymore!" Behind me kneel my ancestors with young trees that will be made into chairs rise to cold space weed.right side of us kneeling a gloomy planet Wearing Iron Shoes for Signs of Birth Then continue to dig - the road to my father... 1988 In September, the blind man strokes the waves of wheat, buckwheat send out the fragrance in the fable ——The sky twenty years ago Sliding over the silhouette of a reading boy Open the window and I can see the trees standing Recite memory: there is a clearing in the forest The crushed petals are scattered Found eternal rest in the face of the master an old wind that urges me to bow The clouds in September have become a compost heap Darkness before the storm, dealing with the sky Cover with a tear-wiping towel The mother bowed her head to mow the grass, and all the tailors worked hard books i read in the evening Turned into a dark land again... 1988 No bell is tolled to remind memory but i heard today A total of nine knocks I don't know how many times I heard it on my way out of the stables walk a mile away I hear again: "When, when fighting for conditions Increased your servility? " At this time, I began to hate the other horse left in the stable At this time, someone rode me and hit me in the face 1988 See that ax with a price on it? you dwarf trees wearing boy shorts the voices that bloom from the flowers It must have broken your heart: "Your wounds Too tidy. " You, heard it so you are afraid You are afraid, so you continue to wait Waiting for the dream that the big tree had become your dreams: "Great tree, eats mother's tree has been made into an ax handle" 1988 Across the Pacific my love sent a message from America: "The patch of wheat is dead—along with the cemetery in the middle of the field" This is a technique - equal to extra kick in the ass of a guy Even with the postmark 44 cents total There is a foreshadowing behind this scene For example, there is a slogan in front of a shoe store in Manhattan: "We are from different planets" Or, a piece sent from Philadelphia to Cincinnati The birthday cake with three skin colors reads: "Use a child to heal the distance between us" There is no other scene behind this scene Push one's sights are in San Francisco: out of the ass pocket An ancient oriental bar of lard soap A sailor helping a blind man across the street Throw it into the roaring universe. 1988