抽象

樊功生

墙上的那幅画

让人心烦

主人兴致不错

唠唠叨叨

都是估值

一种无形流体

把支离的概念

粘合在一起

再揉进看不见的魂灵

诞生美的和谐... 

如今它流干了

就像老人的泪

只剩下

深邃的眼洞

和斑驳的皱纹

呆滞的目光里

世界是如此的不谐

像大树没了绿叶

只剩下硬硬的线条

背靠着天空

无聊的几何形态

不是抽象

是干枯的心... 

Abstraction 

By Ken Fan

That painting on the wall, 

Is puzzling and disorienting. 

The host is in a cheerful spirit, 

But all his chatting

Is about the valuation. 

A shapeless fluid, 

Pastes together all unconnected themes, 

And rubs in that invisible soul, 

Then eventually a perfect harmony of beauty is born. 

But now it's drying up,

Like an old man's tears,

With only empty sockets

And hardened wrinkles left. 

With those blank looks, 

The world appears in such disharmony,

Resembling a giant tree without leaves,

With only some stiff lines remaining,

Against sky. 

Those meaningless geometric shapes, 

Are not abstraction, but

A completely withered heart...