一听,被言说斟满在一只空杯子里。听者的面孔从说者的面孔绽出。听,它的肉身比词更轻,比思想更委曲,更隐忍,比言说和书写有更古老的屋漏痕。在听的“屋漏痕”与言说的接触面上,词像是适度磨损的时间,新像是做旧的产物。听擦去与说构成的精神对角线,擦去属于自己的笔触,过程,以及这个过程所留有的种种意义或无意义,已知或未知。然后,听把因擦拭而产生的遮蔽物,剩余物,交给近乎无限透明的对话能见度。 Listen, was said to fill in an empty cup. The listener’s face blooms from the speaker’s face. Listen, its flesh is lighter than words, more tortuous than thought, more forbear, more ancient than the words and writing house leakage. On the contact surface between listening and “flaws” and words, words are moderately worn, and new images are the products of oldness. Listen to the diagonal lines of mental wipe and wipe, wipe their own brushwork, process, and the significance or meaningless, known or unknown, of the process. Then, listen to the cover due to wiping, the residue, to nearly unlimited transparency of conversation visibility.