[原创]孙磊诗歌两首翻译:朗诵揭开暮色

belliwether · 发表于 2007-2-28 13:02:14

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>lei sun 
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> if there is really a desire, if what you desire is really bright, the hunger for the brightness will bring about it. ——Simone Weil（French） 
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> before you speak, think about a simple word first a porcelain jar trying to get asleep carry the moisture air, have a tone scattered by the butterflies stretch the lapel of the coat to show the strength of the blowing wind let the weeds in your arms filled with the desire for growth get reborn secretly, rotate to dry yourself when emerge from the womb alter the pose quickly and suddenly when wake up with a startle, like a piece of dead leaf collapsing from the tree once again suck, as keen as an empty stomach pot as innocent and costly as gold. return to the courtyard trust the shrub and cleavers, leave shade behind properly remain a lasting legend to the ears of the world 

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>blow the waves to the knee stay humble, keep heart wide from highland to low ebb hear the fire burning in the withered, hear the flag and drum and the waterfall striving to splash. listen to voices from the group listen to the forest getting mute because of hunting, listen to the fume raised by escaping elk. listen from the inner to the outside, from the heart to the limbs listening until the August comes, a gloomy month with so much rotten rains keep listening until the moss becomes wild, until the rust in body melts like snow find the new orientation of your life

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>get ready to drift and exile yourself, "cruel death interrupts us secretly " spend most the night ripping paper, lead a much more relaxed life in daytime 
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> before you speak, grip a drop of water, like holding the whole river pick the fruit on the shore, taste the tears in core find the last court girl of this Age, try to recall with her the severity and dispiritment of the emperor cleanse the vulnerable memories from her eyes which were trifling, blooming and tasteless

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>be mottled, let the light be swallowed by limited patches. accept the shine, accept a transient faith for once 

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>plant kindling material in the lowland draw wind out from the mountain tunnel break the silence in the dark in a mood of effective anxiety, the forking branches in the downwind: "unyielding means winning everything ", but still have to crack and depart, mourn for them. snow is falling, predicts get dimmer. cool down from the blooming moment, vanish quietly. let the common experience wither and fall, persistently. strip the calyx, revealing the distinct colour kept for long in the countryside, dig to the tree roots, expose the nerve of the old village trace it to the years of starvation, in the countryside read with casual cough, read until the snowflakes fly in the peaceful dream of another person.

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>form the habit of flapping off the rust and dust from the body and pay respect to them bu clear, follow the guide of the pure. 
 
in winter, foretaste a black berry and feel the spring coming in advance conceive of huge fright, whether spring means another sensitive dimolition to me or not? whether one can hold the kindling material down into the frozen earth or not? when the watering cart slips on the snow road, go and collect some dry weeds keep the car always free, there is enough cold weather before spring comes it is graceful to live in cold atmosphere.

tell the gardener to add water to flowers like God with a suitable dosage, to sustain the diminishing garden in winter

stride over the Channel. all the night, the sea got frozen where the desire flowed into walk along the strip of the beach, leave footprints on the sand at the seaside, and often, i only encountered a wave wait for it rushing forth with salty flavour imagine the flexibility of its limbs hear the air horn of the ships, hear the gulls scattered by the motor noises, they always fly together, whether it is the superficial presence of the world or not? at the seaside, express yourself by rocks, set a great mind as the coast establish the lighthouse in the water where fishes haunt, "who is among us?" stay on the levee with fancied beauty, as leisurely as the cabin of a ship. at the seaside, snow falls so fast. climb to the mast dazedly those who do not refuse to look far away can maintain their body temperature like seawaters 

read aloud, floating piers, glittering waves sit on the deck, revere the navigation in plan

in the north, there are bones and beasts everywhere there are islands everywhere confine the cloud above the sea to a certain place, because the shadow of which will submerge the fountain on the island in the north, come on the stage once again, let the ornaments on the foot touch each other, stay old and poor escape cold under a palm tree, shout on a piece of floating ice stretch hand dragging for the seaweed, it takes too much rhetoric and smoke. be dazed. be thirsty when pass by a heap of mango make the mirage created by chewing more impressive. be as sensitive as every moring tide, in the north, light is attenuated rapidly be more fearless, to preach everywhere

knit, with straw ropes and velours change the object used to make a comparison to a warm-blooded tiger

before you speak, raise your head, be greedy like branches, surmount yourself, open your heart
 dust will fall from the ruined the snow has stopped, grasp humble stones until they shine. be immortal act as bees, unload sting needles in the cool shield fleet, it is too luxurious to thaw burst open the door of the other world by mirrors go up following the egret and the eagle remove the black stain from the sun, which is the moth of the rising steps close eyes slightly, bleed when touch the planet with thorns 

lose weight in the scales suddenly, be light expose a single grain of sand on the tip of the tongue unfold the book cover, lead a flock of sheep, tiptoe through the riverbed the war is far away, people are still in vortex, knives glisten like testimony of a witness love weapons, love its quiet smile. what is damaged by it will recover and be filled with juices plan a banquet, in rich attire. the position used to be us now is still vacant. the horse-head lyre we used playing are restraining the sigh from another soul turn round and quench our animosity, forget it like water-drop splashing through the bamboo screen, but carve memorization into the backbone. sandalwood is blackened by smoke, everywhere are the old people a war is over, a river has changed, just let it dry up naturally when the muddy moon start to shed new light, let it depart from the original gloomy long hall.

pass through depressing news, disdain parking be modest, have your own rhythm 

before you speak, light a lamp first cut the little fire tongue, it just cried. infuse horse milk and ghee into its heart when old, sculpture marble into nightingale in flames with a humblest knife, it is struggling to show itself, give it voice. everywhere are black pebbles everywhere is soaked in magnetic silence, feel amazed. although the dull old age, still yearn for the illuminating necklaces and bracelets make up before the night, fade secretly among intimate friends, just like a lizard indulging in hibernation think about a meteor, it is no longer a bright nail restart, speak out a simple word speak out: brightness, so everything is moved out from the shadow. 
孙磊：朗诵 
如果确实有愿望，如果所渴望的东西确实光明， 那么对光明的渴望就会产生光明。 ——S.薇依（法）
 在说话之前，要先想一个朴素的词 一个试图睡去的瓷罐 要带着潮气，带着被蝴蝶碰散的音调 为了表示吹拂的力量，要扬起衣襟 要让怀里的草充满生长的欲望 要秘密地投胎，要旋转 把自己从诞生中拧干，要猝然改变 惊醒时的姿势，像一枚枯叶从树中重又弹出 要吮吸，要像坛子一样空腹 像黄金，无知而昂贵。要返回庭院 信任灌木和草丛，要适当地留下阴影，留下 漫长的移动让世界倾听　
要把波浪吹到膝下 要倾斜，让内心存有高地和低谷 要听见干枯里的燃烧，听见旗帜和鼓 以及努力分裂的瀑布。要听着群体的声音 听着森林在狩猎中失声，听着麋鹿脚底的 火焰。要从里往外听，从心脏，肢体 要听着它，引来八月，一个晦暗的月份 雨和腐朽如此之多。要听下去 把苔藓听得旺盛起来，把锈在身体里的 一块铁听化，像雪一样 要有解构和消融的方向　
要准备好流浪和逃亡，“严峻的死暗暗打断我们” 要用大半个晚上撕纸，白天，要活得更涣散　
在说话之前，要先握住一滴水 像握着一整条河流 要摘取岸边的果实，要念出壳体里的哭泣 找到这时代最后一个宫女，要试着 同她一起缅怀，帝王的神仪和颓废 要冲洗她的眼睛，看到那些易于 溶化的事件，琐碎，繁盛而且平淡　
要斑驳，让光被每一块碎片有限的吞噬 要接受照耀，接受一次短促的信仰　
要在洼地上根植火种，要把风 从山体里拉出，要让黑暗中的沉默发出响声 也要存有影响的焦虑，在顺风的枝桠中 “挺住意味着一切。”但仍要折断 要哀悼。雪降临了，预言变得更暗 要在绽放中冷却，要消损。被同化的部分 要带着余光凋谢，持续地凋谢。要剥开 花萼，亮出贮蓄已久的异色 在乡下，要刨树根，刨出村庄古老的神经 要沿着它回溯到饥饿，在乡下 要咳嗽着读书，直到把雪 读进另一个人的安眠　
要惯于拍打身上的铁屑和灰尘，并向它们致敬 要清澈，由于坡度，要接受净化的指引　
在冬天，要先尝一粒黑莓 尝到提前到达的春天 要怀着巨大的惊骇，对我来说 春天是否是又一次敏锐的毁坏？是否 一个人可以把火种擎持到冻土里 当洒水车还在雪地上打滑，要去捡些干草 要让车子持续地空虚，在春天到来之前 要有足够的寒冷，在寒冷里活着是高贵的　
要告诉园丁，要像神一样给花添水 要添得适当，在冬天，要维持住那座缩水的花园　
要迈过海岬。一整个夜晚，海水沿着欲望结冰 要沿着狭长的滩地走下去，要留下足迹 在海边，常常，我只遇到一次波浪。要等它 带着咸味儿涌来，要嗅到它肢体里的弹性 要听到船声，听到马达撞散的鸥鸟 它们总聚在一起飞翔，这是否是世界的表象？在海边 要用礁石表达，要像岸一样有所寄托 要在鱼群出没的地方建立灯塔，“谁在我们之间？” 要带着空想的美守在大堤，要像船舱一样慵倦 在海边，雪来得太快。要恍惚地登上桅杆 谁不拒绝眺望，谁就能像海水那样 守护住自身的温暖　
要诵颁，漂浮的码头，潋滟的波光 要盘膝在甲板上，对计划中的航行保持敬畏　
在北方，到处是骨骼和猛兽 到处是岛屿。要禁锢海面上的云霭 它的阴影将淹没岛上的喷泉。在北方 要再度出场，要让脚佩丁当作响，要年老且贫穷 在一棵棕榈树下避寒，在一块浮冰上呼号 要伸手捞起海藻，它带着太多的浮华和泡影 要晕眩。在路过一堆芒果时，要饥渴 要让咀嚼带来的幻景更深入。要灵敏地说动 每一次早潮。在北方，光正急剧地减弱 要更加盲目，到处游说　
要编织，用草绳和丝绒 要改变喻体，用热血的老虎　
在说话之前，要抬起头，要贪婪 像树枝，要高过自身，要迎接　
毁灭过的尘埃，它们即将来临 雪已经停了，要攥着胆小的石块 要把它攥出光来。要不朽 要学会做一只蜜蜂，在凉阴里卸下螫针 要一闪即逝，融化显得过于奢侈。要用镜子 推开另一个世界的门。要跟着白鹭和鹰上升 要撤出太阳中的黑籽，它们是阶梯上的蛀虫 要微微地闭目，当摸到带刺的行星 要留下鲜血　
要在天平上忽然失去重量，要轻 要裸露舌尖上的一粒细沙，要展开卷帙 要牵着一群羊，要蹑足走过河床，战争流失了 人们还在旋涡里，刀像证词一样闪光 要爱戴兵器，爱戴它宁静的微笑。当它损害了什么 什么就充满汁液。要安排一次晚宴 要着盛装和华衣。那曾是我们的位置，现在 还空着。那曾弹过的马头琴正克制着另一个灵魂的叹息 要转身弯曲我们的思想，要忘记它 从竹帘溅入的水滴，要把暗记刻到房梁上 烟灰熏黑了檀木，到处是稀落的容颜 当一次战役结束，一条河流也已改变，要允许 干涸，当浑浊的月亮进入流淌 要允许它离开幽暗的长廊　
要穿越沮丧的消息，要蔑视停泊 要凹陷，有一种节奏值得暗合　
在说话之前，要先点一盏油灯 要裁剪火苗，它刚刚哭过。要往它内心灌注 酥油和马奶。要高龄 在火苗下雕刻大理石，要用最谦逊的刻刀雕出夜莺 它正试着显形，要给它声音。到处都是黑卵石 到处都是带着磁性的沉默。要感到震惊 单色的暮年，要仍然向往彩饰的项链和手镯 要化晚妆，在挚友间悄悄崩溃 要像一条蜥蜴沉溺于冬眠，要能想起 一颗流星，它已不再是一枚明亮的钉子 要重新开始，要说一个朴素的词 要说：光明，一切就挪出了阴影 
penetrating through the evening twilight
lei sun
 penetrating through the evening twilight, just like inspiring a young girl, disclosing a piece of glass and exposing the evil sins. i could not speak in peace, all day long the hurrican was improving my too ideal wishes. leaves and fate were falling like swash. winter made me mute. solitude got closer to me. none believed that bright stones could turn my hair strong and white. that let me feel so dispirited. penetrating through the evening twilight, the young girl i loved was still fresh, just like wormweeds in black water, enduring the stomach of paper mill, fume and sputum of the people until the end.
 揭开暮色
孙磊
揭开暮色， 就像揭开少女、玻璃和恶 我不能平静地说话， 一整天飓风改善着我的奢望。 叶子和命运哗啦哗啦地落下来， 冬天让我从何说起。 岁月全都走光了， 孤寂正向我推移， 无人相信明亮的石头 能让我的头发变硬、变白。 这让人多么颓丧。 揭开暮色， 我所爱的少女依然鲜活， 像黑水中的艾草， 熬过了 造纸厂的胃、烟尘和人民的痰。

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belliwether · 发表于 2007-2-28 13:10:06

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>鄙人认为孙磊的这两首诗歌最具代表性,从他的诗歌作品中精心挑选了这两首作品,特别是《朗诵》，张力极强，蕴涵了：人，自然，历史，社会之间的混沌与融合关系，实在是令人叹为观止！！！！！！

曾蒙 · 发表于 2007-2-28 17:54:01

好东东!

小你 · 发表于 2007-2-28 18:06:13

真棒。。。

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