今晚的夜色允许想起你
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In peat where the bodies are.
Well I’ve said too much already
Hyperfine structures and soft-made-damp;
Lifeless, legless, a cozy nest of maggots
And begging for that loamy bank
On golden light of morning.
Some quivering slime that forever stains all it touches
Asked if it could follow me around for a while.
But how could I say no to that?
Hoary goat
With patches of matted fur
Is back to stay a spell
At the foot of my bed
The shedding and the foul aroma
And biting visitors with its mouth of sores
Sticking his hooves in the dessert
Leering with dead eyes
Upsetting the atmosphere, his hideous
bleating
And rubbing his balls on the carpet.
(He was only gone one week.)
I’m so sorry I ate the crustaceans
so now which is the fly and which is the human
My only companions decay in the pit;
Those are the only companions I want
Because I am the False Holly - the dead ringers
yet i found thee at last
A flower in moonlight, she was there,
Was rippling down white ways of glamour
Quietly laid on wave & air
His wife, a plum tree denying his touch.
He could not bear the glow
of crimson blossoms against a blue sky
above a sea more blue than he thought was possible.
Buddha said to the monkey, if you can
traverse my palm in a single somersault
I will set you free.
He loved women so much
gave up his own son for adoption
because the boy was not a girl.
The monkey could cross whole continents
in the flicker of an eyelash. A waterfall concealed
the entrance of his kingdom
His wife helped him bring from China
a female fan of his poetry. Beneath shadows
of moonlit pines, he slipped into her bed.
His dream of ancient scholarship came true:
plum tree and nightingale, wife and concubine.
He was complete. Poems flooded. Parades
of beetles. Translucent dreams of hyacinths.
Storms that revived primeval armies
slicing the world with liquid swords.
Death, the ultimate flower
blazed scarlet in a black river.
The monkey found himself in a desert
with a solitary pink obelisk.
The plum tree read the mind
of the nightingale, told her to escape.
The poet loved the pensive bird more than his life.
The monkey shouted for Buddha, the desert
vanished. Buddha held a finger before the monkey.
The poet hacked his wife with an ax,
then hung himself from a pine tree.
– Yun Wang published on Issue #10 Sept. 2008 BloodLotus an online literary journal
观念与历史——马克斯•韦伯和《新教伦理与资本主义精神》
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On not being a cat
Were I a cat, my love, I’d leave each day
a single dying mouse upon your bed;
but, human, I must find another way,
and honour you by leaving verse instead.
Marriage
In seeking a wife,
with the cook he’d converse.
her pancakes weren’t stodgy.
No quite the reverse.
Another girl wrote him
a triolet, terse.
He wanted them both,
and he muttered a curse,
and prayed to his God
with a question perverse:
“Lord, should I get married
for batter, or verse?”
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The Demise of the Lamaist State, by Melvyn C. Goldstein
p21. Surveys showed that there were 97,528 monks in Central Tibet and Kham in 1694, and 319,270 monks in 1733. Assuming a population in these areas in 1733 of about 2.5 million, about 13 percent of the total population and about 26 percent of the males were monks. The magnitude of this c an be appreciated by comparing it with Thailand, another prominent Buddhist society, where only about 1-2 percent of the total number of males were monks. Tibetans believed that monks per se were superior to laymen and that the state should foster both religion and the spiritual development of the country by making monkhood available to the largest possible number. Monasticism in Tibet, therefore, was not he otherworldly domain of am inute elite but a mass phenomenon.
The Tibetan monastic system was also unusual in that the overwhelming majority of monks were placed in monasteries by their parents when they were between the ages of seven and ten, without particular regards to their personality or wishes, and because becoming a monk was a lifelong commitment, not a temporary undertaking. There were many reasons why parents might make a son a monk. …
柴玲的信主见证
作者:柴玲
我叫柴玲,2010年4月4日,在纪念主耶稣复活的日子里,我在波士顿受洗成为上帝的儿女,主耶稣的门徒。我親爱的丈夫和孩子们以及众多的主内弟兄姐妹一起见证了这一時刻。当牧师奉圣父、圣子、圣灵的名为我施洗時,主的爱、神的灵立刻充满了我,从未有过的耆乐和释放从我内心涌流。我由衷地对主说:主啊,我感谢你救我脱离罪恶,脱离人世和捆绑而成为一个新造的人,我愿望一生一世跟随你、事奉你、荣耀你!
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Anchee Min | Pearl of China: A Novel (A)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010 at 7:30PM
Central Library
1901 Vine Street, 19103
215-686-5322
Cost: FREE
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