有关“西藏病历”和“卓”的手记之一 一 一九九八年的秋天,我被一种病恹恹的氛围紧紧包围着。这是因为我正在全身心的完成一部名为《西藏病历》的长诗。我嗅到某种病菌的气味,看黄叶飘落,看云飞水涨,我似乎耗尽了太多的真气,而语言文字又怎样如愿表达出我的激情和病态的呢喃,也就是在这个秋天,“卓”的逃跑更使情节变得诡秘,神圣而绝望。 One of the Notes on “Tibetan Medical Records” and “Zhuo” In the autumn of 1998, I was surrounded by a sickly atmosphere. This is because I am completely devoting myself to completing a long poem entitled “Tibetan Medical Records.” I smell the smell of some germs, see the yellow leaves falling, watching the clouds fly up, I seem to run out of infuriating, and how to express my language and ill language whisper, that is, This fall, “Zhuo” escape more makes the plot become secretive, sacred and desperate.