You use it to weigh your fat and clumsy body.
In one salver of the balance sits the weight of reality
You poise the left and right salvers——
You blow constantly into
Your body. The balloon of the body becomes
Bigger and bigger, the balance inclines to one side.
You blow again and again, till the balance
Never inclines to another side.
You continue to blow, and
The balloon of your body becomes bigger and bigger
Then the balloon of your body explodes with a slam——
2006/7/1
《One-actor Play: The Dream》
“Let the dream complete the things that we can’t do that in reality”
——Epigraph
The crowded is the funnel of reality,
The empty is his heart.
His dream is a piece of sand.
He counts the sand, one sand
One dream. His whole body is a big pile of sand.
Sleep is the bottleneck which
Prevents the sand of reality from pouring into; someone goes out and comes back
The footfall and a susurrus of the sand flowing:
They’re walking upon his nerve,
The sand’s covering with his body slowly.
One by one: that the dream becomes
Crowded is another kind of reality;
The reality is empty. His dream is filled with enough sand
The sand flows more and more slowly.
He finally calms down,
Then there is no dream through all night.
“My youth has slept for countless months, but finally it wakes up.”
——Epigraph
The empty stage,
Performs someone’s one-actor play. There is only one light
She turns over and awakes. From
Her dream, her youth, her fantasy
And her young and growing body
Another she wakes up. As if the baby is
Born from the mother’s
Narrow and long vagina; her whole body is exposed on the stage.
The stage is empty stage.
The light is strong light.
The whole stage is actually a huge obstetrical bed.
In the baby’s dream, there is only
Naked darkness. She wakes up
From her immature body, from
Her mother’s vagina.
She has awoken with her loneliness and her dream.
Now, she is being exposed under the empty of strong lights completely.
It snowed three days ago.
After three days, I walked on the muddy road alone.
One car hurtled in front of me, and threw up a circle of water-flower
My trousers were spattered by the dirt of slush.
