反对一切有组织的欺骗
昨夜我梦见了酱油；昨夜我开始发芽；昨夜，广阔的沙漠像一道叹息远远地离去了。我听见乌云的声音，房檐下，最后一个拆迁的少年抽完了烟。昨夜，因为没有女人的眼泪，上海变成了木马的城市；因为没有薄雾从桥上走过，广州变成了药片的天空……而西宁的街灯灭了，小伙子揣着刀，从滴满羊油的小路上跑过；昨夜，北京的上帝出门了。
反对一切有组织的欺骗！
反对在星星出没的傍晚开会。反对在树上呼喊我的名字，反对在细雨中呼喊。反对资本家思考。反对两面三刀。反对借尸还魂。反对你降低我的智商。反对一场中断的电影——当光线扯破我们的外衣，噩梦中的仙女停留在空气里，她没有爱情，也没有未来，她的孤独就是我们的孤独……反对权力。
旧货市场永垂不朽！
昨天你还是个书生，今天你就是流氓，明天你说梦话变成了哲学家，难道人生就是这样？难道手机打不通，飞机就可以公开行走，擦过脆弱的天空？出去吧，和牛魔王一起看看上帝，一年的时间，足够你学习沉默、观察、住进钢铁和泥土的洞穴哭泣，冬天就要结束了，你要相信你的回忆。
性生活包治百病！
反对广告，反对遗忘。反对撕毁任何证件和嘴脸。反对从流星雨中经过，身披金黄的斗篷却忘记了女儿的名字。反对食肉动物跳舞。反对电脑死机。反对像镰刀一样生活。反对夜来香死在夜里。反对时尚杂志和网络公司。反对白日做梦，穿上透明的衣裳，心脏像鸿毛一样爆炸……二锅头十步杀一人……傻逼统治着世界……一本色情杂志就是一次考试……反对恐惧。
让暴风雨来得更猛烈一些吧！
反对大气功师，反对摇滚英雄。反对电流破坏美丽的大气层。反对关闭游魂的酒吧。反对拐弯的上帝。反对乳房崇拜。反对卖花，反对出卖七星游动的幽冥之花，反对情人节和母亲节的花，反对吃花。反对皮。反对蔚蓝色阴谋。
把草原从艺术家手中解放出来！
人们怀疑，是因为血压刺激着大脑，但人们也崇拜，难道是因为饥饿？所以要反对螳螂的演说，要反对有洁癖的科学家，她伤害了我！并且进一步反对知识分子化装成流氓的样子。同理，反对森林化装成鸟类旅居的木屋，最终被卖艺的带走，囚禁到歌里，失了火，像梦一样消失在艺术的峡谷中，永远……
解放电脑的身体！
听说，声音循环着，可以唤醒夜班工人；血液坠落着，可以击中50年代出生的黑人。因为你随手记下了空气和木屐的样子，所以下午会变得更长些，让小偷从山坡上下来，呆呆地看着落日。那些在天空中开会的家伙，会跳着舞，掉下来。人们也聚集着，可以出发了。
欢迎来到地下！
从来就没有朋克理论，
只有朋克行动。
死便埋我。
相信爱情和其他日常用品的无限性。
世界是你们的。
反对娱乐记者扭曲的笑容。
在生锈的钉子上歌唱。
走得开心点。
噪音可以改善生活，但请不要在烟雾腾腾的书房里演奏——他说，在乌云密布的时候，科学就是迷信。他还说，抽烟使愤怒者头疼，零食让嬉皮士沉思，烟雾改变了铁托的人生。至于人生，人的一生，人的一生……他的领土是干净的，他的邻居每天嚎叫，他说，从来就没有什么救世主。
同性恋又怎么了。
向李白同志学习——
改变这个世界，改变我们自己。
现在你相信来世了吧？
远方的牛羊瞪着眼睛反对婚姻。
废除精神奴隶制。
有钱人需要钱包。
春天的每一个细节，都像是海岸线。
上树！像鸟一样俯视斗争者。
上树！欢迎小妖精的到来。
上树！解散美国。
谁会飞谁就是魔术师。
当然苍蝇除外。
反对。反对一切。
反对我们自己。反对我们反对的一切。
反对我们没有反对的一切。
反对我们自己的一切。
反对一切不可以反对的和不可能反对的。
反对。
2000.12.5
AGAINST ALL ORGANIZED DECEPTION
Translated by by Maghiel van Crevel (ke lei)
last night, i dreamed of soy sauce–last night, i began to germinate–last night, the vast desert moved far away, like a sigh. i heard the sounds of dark clouds, while under the eaves, the last of the young ones who had to move when their houses were torn down finished his cigarette. last night, for lack of a woman’s tears, shanghai turned into a city of wooden stallions–last night, for lack of thin mist crossing the bridge, guangzhou turned into pill heaven…. and in xining, the streetlights went out, while a fellow hiding a knife in his clothes ran through the alley splattered with sheep oil–last night, the beijing god went out the door.
against all organized deception!
against meetings at dusk, stars twinkling. against yelling my name from a tree-top, against yelling in a drizzle. against capitalist contemplation. against those who are two-faced and triple-knived. against dead souls re-incarnating in another corpse. against your lowering of my IQ. against a movie interrupted halfway through–when the light rips through our overcoats, the nightmare fairy stops in mid-air, she’s got not love and no future, and her loneliness is our loneliness…. against power.
to the flea market, imperishable and immortal!
yesterday you were a scholar, today you’re a thug, tomorrow you’ll be talking in your sleep and turn into a philosopher. could that really be what life is all about? could it really be that cell phones won’t come through but airplanes can just strut about in public, scratching brittle skies? go out, together with the ox, prince of demons, go see that god–a year should be enough for you to learn to be silent, observe, go live in iron-n-clay caves and sob. winter is coming to an end, you must believe your memories.
sex is a cure-all!
against advertisement, against forgetfulness. against tearing up anyone’s ID and ugly face. against coming through meteoric showers clad in a golden cape but forgetting your daughter’s name. against carnivores dancing. against computers dying. against living like a sickle. against night fragrance dying at night. against faddish magazines and dotcoms. against day-dreaming, see-through garments, the heart exploding like goose feathers…. booze killing a man every ten steps…. idiot cunts ruling the world…. porn magazines for exam papers…. against fear.
let the storm rage with greater force and fury!
against qigong masters, against rock stars. against electricity destroying earth’s beautiful atmosphere. against closing bars where wandering spirits go. against a god gone around the bend. against breast worship. against selling flowers, against selling out nether world flowers with seven stars roaming above, against flowers for valentine’s day and for mother’s day, against eating flowers. against skin. against azure conspiracies.
free the grasslands from the artist’s hands!
doubts come from blood pressure stimulating the brain, but could worship really come from hunger? hence, against the mantis’ speech, against the mysophobic scientist–she has hurt me! and moreover, also against intellectuals disguised as thugs. likewise, against forests disguised as wooden homes to foreign birds, finally carried off by street acrobats selling their art, imprisoned in song, catching fire, like a dream vanished in valleys of art, forever….
free the computer’s body!
one hears it said that sound going around can wake up night shift workers, that blood falling can hit black people born in the 50s. your casual drawings of air and wooden sandals will make the afternoon grow longer, until the thief comes down from the slopes and blankly stares into the sunset. and those fellows holding meetings in the sky, they’ll dance and tumble down. people are gathering too, it’s time to get going.
welcome underground!
there is no such thing as punk theory, only punk action.
if dead then bury me.
believe in the infinity of love and other articles for daily use.
the world is yours.
against entertainment journalists and their twisted grins.
sing a song on rusty nails.
leave a little happier.
noise can improve your life, but please don’t perform inside a study filled with smoke–he says, with dark clouds packed overhead, science is but superstition. then he says, cigarettes give the angry a headache, snacks make hippies ponder, smoke will change the life of one’s iron henchman. as for human life, a human being’s full life, a human being’s full life…. his territory is clean, the neighbors howling every day, he says, no savior from on high delivers.
gay love–so what.
learn from comrade li bai–
change the world, change ourselves.
do you believe in re-incarnation now?
cattle in the distance and their staring eyes: against matrimony.
abolish mental slavery.
one who has money needs a moneybag.
spring’s every detail resembles a coastline.
into the trees! like a bird looking down on the struggle.
into the trees! and welcome the foxy women.
into the trees! disband america.
whoever can fly is a magician.
except mosquitoes, of course.
against. against everything.
against ourselves. against everything we are against.
against everything we are not against.
against everything about ourselves.
against everything we must not be against and cannot be against.
against.
5 december 2000
