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Hope (10
August 2011
Translated into English by Ouyang Yu)
Hope is
remote
Hope is in history, in the relics, in the dust and smoke, in the broken
chapters and fragmented sentences, in the disappearance of appeals, praises,
reminiscences, arguments, abuses, despair and curses, in the matter that has
become wind-decomposed, oxygen-decomposed and rotten, in the mud, in the
graves, in the brains of the dead. Life and death is hope, us being the
offspring of ancient hope.
Hope is
close
Hope is inches close, hope in the wind, in the water, in the grass, in the
flowers, on the road, in step after step on the way home or from home, in
the hand that touches the kid, in the wrinkles of the old, in the breasts
that stand or sag, in the sounds, in the lights, in the smells, in the feel
of qualities, in a gaze, in a look. Hope in all directions, hope’s vortex we
sink deep into any time.
Hope is
varied
Hope is round. Hope is square. Hope is high. Hope is low. Hope is pinewood.
Hope is granite. Hope is pure gold. Hope is rusty iron. Hope is crystal.
Hope is squashy mud. Hope is sentiments. Hope is material. Hope is drugged.
Hope is awake. Hope takes life. Hope prolongs life. Hope is despair. Hope is
bright. Hope is a house with iron roof. Hope is a plastic chair. Hope is a
shining badge. Hope is a temple. Hope is a filling meal. Hope is rule under
heaven. Hope is whole family in peace. Hope is social revolution. Hope is
old liquor. Hope is dew. Hope is high-precious. Hope is cheap. Hope is
everyone’s. Hope is mine.
Has Hope Got
to be One Combat after another?
Will my hope bring your despair? The helmet on, the mask down, the baton
gripped, and the shields in a row. My stone, your high-pressure water guns,
my stone, your chilli-gases, my stone, your rubber bullets, my stone, your
tanks, your machine guns, your special troops, your helicopters, your jails
and your graves.
Will my despair achieve your hope?
My bankruptcy, your money-printing machine run to the maximum capacity, my
bankruptcy, your patency rights signed, my bankruptcy, your market monopoly
won, my bankruptcy, your row after row of high rises developed, my
bankruptcy, your great developments achieved. Should we be rivals with our
hopes? Will there be more hope if we compete against each other in hope?
Keeping Hope
One hope after another is broken although no one lacks it anywhere. Can we
dig hope up from the rubbish tip, the food garbage, the stinking bugs and
mosquitoes squashed to death, the discarded things no one takes a second
look at, the wreckage of the earthquakes and tsunamis, the discriminated
against, the forgotten, the blockaded and the ejected, the condemned, the
abandoned, and the destroyed civilizations, and the down-trodden or
annihilated belief, and can we find the original hope there?
Hope is a
Rebellion
Hope is inner dissatisfaction and rebellion. Hope is eyes, hands and feet,
muscles, blood; it is the heartbeats, the strength, the oxygen, the water,
the electricity, the light, the tomorrows, and it is our continual thinking
back on this living world. Despair, a vain hope, walks in parallel with
hope. What is there in despair is the beginning hope of rebellion.
Your Hope
and Mine
Hope
I hope…
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