TBPP000085 / songs(p12

By Ouyang Yu

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sophisticated instruments what is now passing through my mind

then already petrified in a land with nothing to be archaeological about

anyway my three-room house is already bought with specialists'

assurances

that there is nothing cylindrical nor circular passing underneath

not even a rat's hole

that an archaeologist like you doesn't have to worry about anything except

paperwork on the intertextuality of archaeological findings

i suppose he's right

what is there left for an archaeologist to do

when history is only a blank page written with unmemorized years

when a house has to be bought

without anything hollow running under it


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market gardener yeh that's what i am sort of

gardening for the tiniest market of my own family

they say the law stipulates that you can't use human urine and shit

they say you can use chemicals because it's healthy

for them perhaps

not for me

for gardening is really a shit-it-eat-it process

a bit like pornography

when someone shits it you eat it

or philosophy

when you eat it you shit it

it's just a matter of re-cycling

but that's certainly not/what i mean

is that gardening is pure pleasure in itself

you see a seed soaked through in your hot bubbling urine

that probably has some after-love seed of your own

and watch it absorb all the nutrition from what is released by your bowels

that carries part of your blood and flesh

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