Last one.
And the final poem is titled "Night Sky."
A silent supper, the plates run darkness.
Let's share this boiled fury, add a little more salt. Suppose
there is more, space, a stage.
The hungry audience looks over our performance,
looking upward, as if hoisting a flag,
hoisting it into the night sky, the square closed off.
A beam of light points out change, moves planet.
We begin to speak.
夜空
沉默的晚餐 盘子运转着黑暗
让我们分享这煮熟的愤怒
再来点盐
假设拥有更大的空间 舞台
饥饿的观众越过我们的表演 目光向上
如升旗 升向夜空关闭的广场
一道光芒指出变化移动行星
我们开始说话
Thank you very much.
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Thank you.
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We do have refreshments.
And there are some books for sale.
I'm certain Dao Bei would be happy to sign them for you.
Special thank to Dennis Evans tonight.
And thank you all for being here.