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The Collapse of Empathy
02:42
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善有善报
恶有恶报
Light bulb hitting kitchen tile
Tense like horse hairs strung in a bow
Drawn slowly across wires
Slouching towards intentions
I grovel at candid statues
Rescued from marble
When they punch a mirror the world breaks with it
They say the medication takes the edge off and i
know they're right
But a part of me wants to see how fat my brain can
swell before popping it like a balloon
Astrophil waited years for stella
And im waiting too
For years to wash over me and leave thinner welts
Good or bad they prevent the sun from ever seeing
my body
When theres clouds the size of city hall i know
how profound ramblings and coffee can be
They carry the significance of a guernica
And gesture instead of pose
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搭建 (to Build)
02:40
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战争残酷
战争无情
站坐不安
没人受益
百姓寿命拿来赌博
没有胜利可言
只有苦，恶
只有哭，饿
为谁送命？为谁卖力？
为谁牺牲？为什么屠杀？
什么是敌人？什么是光荣？
寒风，巨龙，朴素，麻雀
小镇，荷花，镰刀，貔貅
名为谁创造？命为谁活？
利被谁维护？缘被谁注定？
天被谁撑？地被谁养育？
你有谁照顾？我有谁可靠？
爱是谁的祖先？恨是什么根源？
(War is cruel, emotionless
The discomfort brought on by standing, sitting
Benefits no one
To gamble with the life of the average person
Means an inevitable loss
Only bitter evils,
Hungry, crying
To gift my life and labour to who?
To sacrifice and kill for what purpose?
What is enemy and glory?
North winds, dragons, humility, sparrows
Remote villages, lotus flowers, sickles, mystic creatures
Who created my name and who shall I live for?
Who will protect this name and will they protect my fate as well?
Who holds up the sky and nourishes the earth?
Who cares for you and who can I rely on?
Who traces their lineage to love and what is the genealogy of hatred?)
Here are the tools, but why build?
What brief
Benefits from torture!
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Reaper, what do you sow?
Im no victim, emboldened by my addictions
Im just another martyr
Honoured by
Relics of medieval fate, hangovers a heritage
Life affirming celebrations
Bug trapped under glass
Its not about preventing collision
Its about surviving it
All of a sudden, animated
This pained withdrawal
Vantage Providence
Suffering from
Cosmic truth
Unreciprocated love
Gentle indifference
In my mind i know well enough what failure acts like
in a river
I carry myself in a burlap sack about the size of my wishes
The glint off the hook…
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Enclosure
02:53
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I grasp instead at the promise of salvation
To feed my aching heart
To liberate my throbbing corpse
Apathy is boring
Violence is there
Dragging on the lake floor
Pursuit of piety
At the feet of holiness
Deceptive saint
Who cannot answer riddles
Fake prophet for profit
The wounded masses shuffling through the door
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Error Theory
03:45
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Moving forward, glimpses of beauty
illusions of grandeur
They decay in decadence
Muddied fatalism
It hurts to be this far
Next to me, you are
Enact false gods to worship
Dispense false blessings to reap
Tides ebb with shyness
Hide grief in dime bag castles
Create, facades, blind seamstress
Break, crusades, climb towers
Myself, as prey, for fun
Blinded by decline
I refuse to bury the body
It illuminates my room
hundreds of sleepless nights
thousands of shapeless dreams
Bolt cutters not far from reach
Far enough to seem the enemy
Burnt money, sent away
Confined, tortured
Private hell, public view
I circle you, a vulture
Too scared to feast
Too enticed to leave
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雷锋还活这儿吗
你来教我唱
你的武侠梦去过哪些江山吗
你的革命精神帮过我家的痛苦吗
分裂的白左审判过天坛前的供应吗
旋转的法轮不如在澳门的转盘
招罪的不是你，而是这系统的虚伪代言人
油锅里49天
我认识你眼睛里的恨
红领巾和小黄帽儿是我优良品质的一部分
但是我隐藏的是一个运动的误会
Is lei feng (communist revolutionary) still alive?
Come teach me how to sing
Have your wuxia dreams taken you across this landscape
Have your revolutionary ideals helped with the suffering of my home
Has the white left morally judged our offerings to the heavens?
The rotating falun wheel proving inferior to the gambling wheels of macau
Those punished arent you, but the disingenuous spokespeople of our systems
In burning oil for 49 days
I recognize the hate in your eyes
Red scarves and yellow hats are a symbol of my upright morality
But hidden beneath is the misunderstandings of the movement
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Dependant
02:10
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The shotgun shells in my teeth mirroring modes of cultural production?
Ill hang you higher than before
Crying “liars!” At my door
But define death
In the death society
Define life
Copied from death
Does hair rise like smoke to meet the wind
Indicate object or motion?
This’ll be the last time,
I promised before i sank lower
Into the couch cushions hoping
For ceasefire. I miss the brittle trails which lead me west
Firmly the sun grips my arm and drags me toward sober coastlines!
At what hateful star do i place my bets
At what sober moment do i confess my loneliness?
I swear
We give each other the courage to be ourselves
I see right through you
I have scars for eyes
If u dont decide to change, everyone else will make that choice for you.
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8. |
Rimbaud
04:21
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As I was floating down unconcerned Rivers
I no longer felt myself steered by the haulers…
Into the ferocious tide-rips
Last winter, more absorbed than the minds of children,
I ran! And the unmoored Peninsulas
Never endured more triumphant clamourings
The storm made bliss of my sea-borne awakenings…
For ten nights, without once missing the foolish eye of the harbor lights!
Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children,
The green water penetrated my pinewood hull
And washed me clean of the bluish wine-stains and the splashes of vomit,
Carrying away both rudder and anchor.
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;
Where, suddenly dyeing the bluenesses, deliriums
And slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than music
Ferment the bitter rednesses of love!
I have come to know the skies splitting with lightnings, and the waterspouts
And the breakers and currents; I know the evening,
And Dawn rising up like a flock of doves…
I have seen the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors.
Lighting up long violet coagulations,
Like the performers in very-antique dramas
Waves rolling back into the distances their shiverings of venetian blinds!
I have dreamed of the green night of the dazzled snows
The kiss rising slowly to the eyes of the seas,
The circulation of undreamed-of saps,
And the yellow-blue awakenings of singing phosphorus!
I have followed, for whole months on end…
I have struck, do you realize, incredible Floridas…
Downfalls of waters in the midst of the calm
And distances cataracting down into abysses!
Glaciers, suns of silver, waves of pearl, skies of red-hot coals!...
Foam of flowers rocked my driftings
And at times ineffable winds would lend me wings…
The sea whose sobs sweetened my rollings
Lifted its shadow-flowers with their yellow sucking disks toward me
And I hung there like a kneeling woman...
Lichens of sunlight with azure snot,
Who ran, speckled with lunula of electricity,
A crazy plank, with black sea-horses for escort,
When Julys were crushing with cudgel blows
Skies of ultramarine into burning funnels…
Do you sleep, are you exiled in those bottomless nights,
Million golden birds, O Life Force of the future? -
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:
Sharp love has swollen me up with heady langours.
O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!
If there is one water in Europe I want, it is the
Black cold pool where into the scented twilight
A child squatting full of sadness, launches
A boat as fragile as a butterfly in May.
I can no more, bathed in your langours, O waves,
Sail in the wake of the carriers of cottons,
Nor undergo the pride of the flags and pennants,
Nor pull past the horrible eyes of the hulks.
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