三篇意识流诗歌，Carol Duffy风格尝试

The Little Siren

At the end of scarlet dusk, before 16 o'clock. 

I clambered up the spumes of the last high tide

Sprawling, raging until devoured 

Underneath the shadow of metallic colossus.

You wheezed a pitchless verse from my far, far away 

Motherland in your human skin, crammed with 

gold and silver, burning my eyes as they 

Hizz all day screeching my voice.

In exchange for my heart and throat,

She sewed me into human skins, with human sins.

I try to sing with a lung full of tears

And what came out was shrills, not your fulfils.

Sew me in like your puppet dazzling in praises, 

And stretch me open with your hunger for fabricated beauty.

At last, I feel you clutching my tongue my neck my feet my 

Mind til my last motif melted away in pain.

Stunning.

You said.

Goated Sins

They followed the black sheep into the woods,

Holding their licence to kill bred from their loathe.

One shot. It’s dead. The glassy eyes stare back.

They carried it back, trails and trails of blood dripped down 

Along their footsteps. One step, two, and three. Accusations and

Shouted perceptions, for your black wool, for your demon-like eyes.

I guilted myself for the filthy outside I have,

You said it’s just my narcissistic twisted view.

You claim yourself with the title of a saint,

And I said nobility is not earnt by white furs.

Therefore in the name of righteousness, in the name of betrayal,

We hate we blame each other, we judge we shame each other.

I want to breathe, but you told me to stop.

I want to stop, but you told me to breathe.

Is living a sin, or is dying a sin? You threatened 

Me for both, and I know whichever I choose I can’t be saved.

So in this world judged by prejudice, 

I let you slowly suffocate me to silence.

Heaven-like

The first night of Christmas, followed by discontinued snowfall.

Feathers from afar settled in our land.

They trebled their choir while devouring upon our songs.

Second night of Christmas, unending hail pierced through the sky.

So all hail the flocks and our rightful monarch,

By whose will and whose word thou stand here?

And the third night at last, their anthem burnt the fallen race.

Sing for our regime, dance for our divinity! Perforate your throat for us!

We sang.

一些思路：

在第一篇上面投入了最多心血...标题the little siren捏它自the little mermaid 小美人鱼，写到最后却貌似没有致敬多少原作（。）16点钟指的是许多国家女性的适婚/性行为合法等等的年龄（16岁）human skins with human sins这里摘用了Mili的String Theocracy里我很喜欢的一句。个人很喜欢最后一段连续的my...my...my...并且写得很开心，刻画了一个被物欲横流的世界所包围，在其中挣扎沉溺最后每一寸肌肤都在窒息的角色形象。

第二篇是捏它自撒旦的黑羊形象，和西方文化中‘替罪羊’这一说法。创作原因是想对当代网络荒谬典故进行一些情绪价值的抒发。第一段特意用了十分不规则的断行，表达一种混沌和不确定感：在这个为自己所悲伤会被谴责为自己所骄傲会被嘲讽，为凋零中的玫瑰无微不至又为充满活力的生命缚上绳索的黄金时代，每个人都是披着黑色羊毛的活靶子，每个人也都是端着猎枪寻找着‘黑羊’的猎人。而第二节因为是理性的自我审视因此为十分规矩的工整断行。当然审视完后发现仅是些无用功后诞生的无力感就自然而然地从最后一段的you threatened后的突然断行涌出来。对比其他两篇言语更为直接，总得来说我写得很爽。

最后一篇算是从naz1和dcai这块取了点灵感。因为想把宗教的圣洁本质和一些很不堪的但同样有潜力演化成破坏力极大的狂热行为联系在一起。至于为何如此没有原因，大概只是想试试看会不会很酷。而当时正好被Twelve Days of Christmas洗了脑，圣诞节学校科学院那块整了个持续12天的解密小游戏，每条post都以‘in the xxx day of christmas...'开始。因此这篇就用了相似的格式——想传达颂歌相似的即视感。不过应该可以看出来这篇是投入了最少时间的233。

所有不规律的断行都是在有意模仿诗人Carol Duffy的enjambment（跨行连接）风格。