2002/10
無疑地,後八
- 新樂園跨領域藝術節,新樂園,台北,台灣
oops,
“I’m sorry”,
no more than an interjection,
a “ooh”, a voice-over in a farce while
the passerby gets a pie on his face, or
on a commercial channel while
J loses weight of
tens of pounds
with their magical body-shaping band
[Cinderella she incarnates]
Or no more than an impotent eye
to behold the world we never see through
a refined curve little white ball makes at far top of T’s head [a hole in one!]
a rainbow rising on his face [with its immovable promise]
yeah…we’ll do keep our words, “ I’m sorry,” if it could be a promise
true as the sizzles on the burning land chaps when the first tempest comes
but it may be to more extent
“a tongue which mothers metaphors” [merely as a metaphor itself ]
misty as mist a pair of smoky eyes wear
steep as a steep her toes descend, the quiet long cape in blue high heels
innocent we be
Make “seeing is believing” the best
the artistic
the cheapest [most economical]
the purest purist everything
meadow to dwell in
heroics we deed
Take giant steps to
no where