<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。作者：elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">印度人</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">只有零星几座小岛</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 随手扔进垃圾堆。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">走在卵石的海滩上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">心爱的集邮册与你有什么相干？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">珊瑚碎片和火山熔岩搅拌在一起</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 暗示那艘沉船上的男男女女占据一席之地？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">世界在缩小，我们却在礼貌性地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">沉默。布满夜蛾的印度菩提树</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">无论在世界哪个地方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 能阻止我们在海滩上拉屎？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">印度榕树的阴影下</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 我们一部分旅程</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">某种初始的庄严感</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">经过千年沧桑，形成了海</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">无论雨水从天上落到村庄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">还是人口贩子的船偷偷卸下夜的桅杆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">城市</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">传说中的澡盆</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">真的鲨鱼很少光顾</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">INDIANS</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">There are only a few scattered islands</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> throw in the garbage as you go.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Walking on a pebbled beach</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">what does a beloved stamp album have to do with you?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Coral fragments stirred with volcanic lava</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">suggesting that the men and women on the sunken ship occupy a place?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The world is shrinking and we are politely</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">silence. Indian linden trees covered in night moths</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">no matter where in the world</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">can stop us from shitting on the beach?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">In the shadow of the Indian banyan tree</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">part of our journey</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">a certain initial solemnity</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">through millennia of vicissitudes, a sea is formed</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Whether rain falls from the sky to the village</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Or traffickers' boats secretly unloading the masts of the night</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The city.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Legendary bathtubs.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Rarely visited by real sharks</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>