诗人与时事－－小平等请！
文章来源: LTG
小平好，
感谢真诚回应！我的回贴当然不是回给某个人的，高兴你理解！！
小平写道：“原则上我并不盲从于任何党派，但我也不愿意接受
“愿望”一次次地破灭，看到这个“sorry”帖子，我愿意对这些虽
败犹荣我寄予这么多希望的人们说：COOL! 但我更希望他们来反
思一下：你们和我们要的是什么？怎样回答或说完成你们和我们的
这些“为什么”？
我以为民主共和两党的“愿望”都很明显，所以美国分裂到今天的
地步。小平用的几个代词很有意思，谁是“我们”“你们”和“他们”？
我们－－中国人？民主党派？你们－－非中国人？共和党？“他们”
又包括谁呢？这说明眼下世界的复杂性，不再是小葱儿伴豆腐了。
老子说“治大国如烹小蟹”，确实，有些事情即复杂又简单。但，
人类善于互相利用，尔虞我诈，相互残杀，朝起朝落。我想借老
子的智慧来理解看似复杂的世界。［不针对个人］。
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我曾误认为来诗坛的朋友们对时事，世事，史实，事实等都有比较
成熟的理解，要不干嘛读诗写诗呀？我们从李白杜甫学到了什么？？
别的论坛里可以没有诗，但“诗”却囊括了一切，从一杯茶一束花
到满江红石壕吏！所以，好的诗不容易写，因为你不但要懂数理化，
不但要浪漫，不但要会深沉，更重要的是心要正！也就是所谓的良
知，外加后天学到的智慧。
中国老百姓被君主专政军事独裁外来侵略奴役了千百年，可为什么有
人一旦有了口饭吃，有了皮袄穿，就反过来支持弱肉强食霸道吞并的
“法则”呢？？
我想，这种劣根性超出了国界，是人的动物本性之一，就是“生存”
的本性，将生物的基本需求放在第一位，先保住小命儿要紧。所以，
抗日时有了汉奸，要生存，就出卖同胞；文革时出了同志，六亲不认，
革命到底，把同胞整进牛棚地牢。
德国不是出了不少大哲学家吗？怎么又繁殖了希特勒这样的东西？？？
犹太人差点儿被希特勒赶尽杀绝，以色列怎么又对巴勒斯坦人如此残
忍？？？？？？
在“最高统率”的背后，有许许多多的“小百姓”为之拼杀，为之卖命！！
自古使然！！！
什么意思呢？自古以来的任何不人道的行为都有很多很多人去参与，去支持。
思想，对于这些人和食物一样，吃掉了，再排泄出去，停留的时间很短。仔
细分析一下，这些人，如汉奸奴役奴隶的奴隶等，还不如动物。动物就是动
物，从不伪装成“人”，它们饿了就吃就杀，但吃饱了并不去霸占，或去吞
并同类。
所以，人类对时局的看法不一，是很正常的。
美国的大公司财团到第三世界“造福”，雇佣中国廉价劳力，这样，我们就可以
买到很便宜的衣服啊日用品啊，这不是很好的美国梦吗？？？帝国主义现在不明
目张胆地欺负中国人了，轮到中东人倒霉了，这不很好吗？？？？伊拉克的妇女
儿童无辜百姓死了十万，跟我们没关系，是吗？？？？
生长在没有民主的国家里，盲目支持如此明目张胆的侵略行径是很可怕的。
“此届大选，宗教起了决定性的作用，在若干选民心目中，伊拉克战争只存在战
术问题，在战略上则是正确的。以拉登为首的基地组织把恐怖袭击称之为“圣战”，
因此多数美国人并不觉得政府发动的战争与当初“十字军东征”有什么本质的区别，
这不是为了某种有限的利益而战，而是为信仰与自由而战，因此，即使战场上士兵
死亡数字不断上升，也不能使他们从根本上否定这场战争。对这场战争持反对意见
的多属新美国公民，他们既不能领悟信仰的真谛，又缺乏对自由的体验，因而也就
不能很好地理解这场战争的意义。”
一个人的正义感与捍卫和平的信念是与口袋里的护照无关的！无论你在那里，只要你
追求正义，事实，只要你为自己独立思考，而不是半路出家道听途说，就可以通
过思考明白那弱肉强食的，原始的侵略战争是危害全人类的。
To Near, but Remote friend LTG
These authentic paintings are from my favourite painter as well as poet –
to savour these fairest creatures, of the sunshine, of the sky, of trees, of
mountain, of sharpcolor,
but also showers and thunderstorms in which a fragile small lone figure
lingers an alien land,-
all people mock his foreign tongue, set unwelcome eyes on his bizarre
appearance… he found himself lost, lost about his future course and his
homeland in these unaccustomed surroundings…
Petals of flower appeared like a sunshine shower scurried across the sun,
and tears caught the sun as the sun had wept, roared, and bled again and
again at his heart.
Uncertainty drizzled through his mind as bleakly as the cold rain settled on
his face.
Surely harsh showers and thunderstorms made his minds and hearts ache when
he feels the world fickle, but to grow and to struggle is a fate; a life we have to
live, and no one can escape.
Friend, you should be bold and strong, fear only feeds on fear. God will give the
fair wing and might strength when you are cornered.
“When you are corned you have no alternative but winning, I was taught that.”
The spell will be broken, and the dark and evil forces will be dispersed one day
just as the sun flies from the clouds.
Equally, all this passion, hope and vitality absorbed in these paintings and lines
given by these significant creatures, such as Cummings, Shakespear, Vincent…
like a candle to cast upon the world; a torch to light our heart; a rest land to offer
softness and warmness in a hard world; and a soul conspiracy to accompany our
thoughts on the life journey.
“Poetic period number one had been nothing if not individualistic....--but, alas! a
moribund mental cloud soon obscured my vital psychic sky. The one...thing which
mattered about any poem (so ran my second poetic period's credo) was what the poem
said; it's socalled meaning.... Thus it will be seen that, by the year 1900, one growing
American boy had reached exactly that stage of "intellectual development" beyond
which every ungrowing Marxist adult of today is strictly forbidden...ever to pass.
[Here he relates the third period.] The Rhymester diverted my eager energies from
what to how: from substance to structure.... With this welcome revelation, the mental
cloud aforesaid ignominiously dissolved; and my psychic sky joyfully reappeared....
’ -----E.E. Cummings, 1922
So life like the art is something that makes us feel like singing in
our eyes and our heart as well as in our throat and mouth when
you live the faith with a beautiful mind
Starry, starry night:
Paint your palette blue and gray.
Look out on a summer"s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills.
Sketch the trees and the daffodils;
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they"ll listen now.
Starry, starry night:
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze;
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent"s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue:
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist"s loving hand.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they did not know how.
Perhaps they"ll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still, your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do.
But I could"ve told you, Vincent:
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night:
Portraits hung in empty halls:
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can"t forget;
Like the strangers that you"ve met:
The ragged men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen; they"re not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
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2004-11-12
