2007-06-04 10:29:44不清
《隨時盛滿的記憶》─ 紀念六四事件 -- A Brimming Memory
《隨時盛滿的記憶》
─ 紀念六四事件
你背向落日
讓年華在陰暗處浮游
我看著你那雙白得刺眼的翅膀
從你饑餓的背部長出並且
輕輕地拍動風中的花粉
我猜想微小的電子圍繞
同等微小的中子和質子散漫
只是寄居在臉上的皺紋在這一片虛無
喘息沈默
你曾在故鄉飼養的兩隻烏龜在夢中領悟冬天的萎枯
槍聲、地震、死亡還沒有賜予考驗
我已經害怕
它們有異於南中國海的颱風；它們沒有名字；它們只有一些號碼。
2007年的六月／生肖早被來自煙花和炮竹的熱鬧聲音嚇跑／豬被燒烤／並且吃下／而牠們的靈魂已經被重新排序／你等待下一輛公車的抵達／你來不及選擇該坐下還是站立／該坐在那一張椅子／又或者／站在誰的跟前／車廂的窗被暗暗的雲所籠罩／它可能帶來雨暴／也可能為陽光而離去
而浮游的目的正正只為浮游
無根
這刻
你倒一瓶青島啤酒到玻璃杯裡
一些泡沫從杯口湧出
故意讓你看見它們
２００7０６０３
A Brimming Memory
- in memory of the June 4th Incident
You lean against sundown,
allowing your agedness to flow in shade.
I can see wings of white feathers grow,
bright as they pierce my eyes,
out of your hungry spine,
And they flap, displacing the pollen in the breeze.
I imagine the little electrons circling
the little neutrons and protons, gliding in joy.
And these crinkle that live on your face quietly sigh
in darkness.
The two tortoises that you have back home are dreaming about the inclemency of winter.
Though earthquake, gunfire, and death have had yet to test me,
I am already in fear.
Unlike the typhoons of the South China Sea, they are given no names; they are given only a series of numbers.
June of 2007 / the zodiac animal has long gone / frightened by the music of firework and firecracker / pigs have been roasted / and eaten / and their souls are now back in queue / You wait for the next bus to come / and you have no time to decide on whether to sit or stand / sit on which seat / or / stand in front of whom / Dark clouds cover up the scenery / they can bring rain storm / they can move on to give way to the sun.
And the purpose of flowing is simply to flow.
It has no root.
Now,
you pour a bottle of Tsing-tao
till the mug is brimming with beer foam,
purposely heaving into your sight.
─ 紀念六四事件
你背向落日
讓年華在陰暗處浮游
我看著你那雙白得刺眼的翅膀
從你饑餓的背部長出並且
輕輕地拍動風中的花粉
我猜想微小的電子圍繞
同等微小的中子和質子散漫
只是寄居在臉上的皺紋在這一片虛無
喘息沈默
你曾在故鄉飼養的兩隻烏龜在夢中領悟冬天的萎枯
槍聲、地震、死亡還沒有賜予考驗
我已經害怕
它們有異於南中國海的颱風；它們沒有名字；它們只有一些號碼。
2007年的六月／生肖早被來自煙花和炮竹的熱鬧聲音嚇跑／豬被燒烤／並且吃下／而牠們的靈魂已經被重新排序／你等待下一輛公車的抵達／你來不及選擇該坐下還是站立／該坐在那一張椅子／又或者／站在誰的跟前／車廂的窗被暗暗的雲所籠罩／它可能帶來雨暴／也可能為陽光而離去
而浮游的目的正正只為浮游
無根
這刻
你倒一瓶青島啤酒到玻璃杯裡
一些泡沫從杯口湧出
故意讓你看見它們
２００7０６０３
A Brimming Memory
- in memory of the June 4th Incident
You lean against sundown,
allowing your agedness to flow in shade.
I can see wings of white feathers grow,
bright as they pierce my eyes,
out of your hungry spine,
And they flap, displacing the pollen in the breeze.
I imagine the little electrons circling
the little neutrons and protons, gliding in joy.
And these crinkle that live on your face quietly sigh
in darkness.
The two tortoises that you have back home are dreaming about the inclemency of winter.
Though earthquake, gunfire, and death have had yet to test me,
I am already in fear.
Unlike the typhoons of the South China Sea, they are given no names; they are given only a series of numbers.
June of 2007 / the zodiac animal has long gone / frightened by the music of firework and firecracker / pigs have been roasted / and eaten / and their souls are now back in queue / You wait for the next bus to come / and you have no time to decide on whether to sit or stand / sit on which seat / or / stand in front of whom / Dark clouds cover up the scenery / they can bring rain storm / they can move on to give way to the sun.
And the purpose of flowing is simply to flow.
It has no root.
Now,
you pour a bottle of Tsing-tao
till the mug is brimming with beer foam,
purposely heaving into your sight.