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【海外詩粹】謝炯譯作|胡弦詩選《石雕與蝴蝶》精選


編 者 語


我讀胡弦 也读炯
每讀一首
就像開了一扇門
門過處 又一扇門
一首首 讀
那最後一道門
始终在前方
 
-Vivian雯-

《石雕與蝴蝶》精選 – I

【作者简介】胡弦,1966年生於江蘇銅山,先後做過教師,報社記者、編輯,現居南京,《揚子江詩刊》編輯。九十年代開始寫作,在《人民文學》《詩刊》《星星》《詩歌月刊》《詩選刊》等刊物发表大量詩歌,在《散文》《散文天地》《散文百家》等刊发表散文作品數十萬字,出版詩集《十年燈》(2007),散文集《菜蔬小語》(2008)等,曾獲中國詩歌學會、《人民文學》《散文詩》《詩潮》《詩林》等雜志詩歌競賽獎,2009年11月由中國作家協會《詩刊》社授予“新世紀(2000—2009)十佳青年詩人”稱號。
Hu Xian was born in 1966, lives in Nanking, and is the executive editor of Yangtze River Poetry Journal. He has published the poetry anthologies Hourglass (2016), Empty Stairs (2017) and a prose collection, Forever Returning People (2016), among others. Hu won the Wen Yiduo Poetry Award (2011), Xu Zhimo Poetry Award (2012), October Annual Poetry Award (2012), soft Kong Poetry Award (2014), Poetry Magazine Annual Poetry Award (2014), Chinese Poetry Ranking 2014-2015 Annual Award (2015), Tencent Academy Literature Award (2016) and Huadi Literature Year Poets Award (2017).
【译者简介】謝炯, 詩名炯, 出生在上海。八十年代就讀於上海交通大學管理系,1988年留學美國,取得企業管理碩士和法律博士學位。出版詩集《半世紀的旅途》(2015),散文集《驀然回首》(2016),中文詩集《幸福是,突然找回這樣一些東西》(2018),英文翻譯詩集《十三片葉子》(2018)。2017年榮獲首屆德清莫幹山國際詩歌節銀獎。中文詩作发表在國內《詩刊》《揚子江詩刊》等文學詩刊。英文詩作和翻譯作品发表在美國《詩天空》《唇》,《文學交流》等文學詩刊。
Joan Xie was born in Shanghai where she attended Shanghai Jiaotong University. She came to the United States in 1988 to study business and law. Xie’s Chinese poetry and essay collections include Half-Century Journey (2015), Looking Back(2016), Nothing Made Me Happier than Finding These Objects(2018) and she is the editor of Thirteen Leaves (2018). In 2017, she received a Silver award at First Moganshan International Poetry Festival in China. Her poems in Chinese appeared in well-known poetry magazines in China, such as Poetry Journal and The Yangtze River Poetry Journal. Her translations appeared in Exchanges Literature Journal, LIPS and Poetry Sky.

右手有力 左手有年久失修的安寧

左手

右手有力。
左手有年久失修的安寧。

總是右手相握,在我們中間
打一個死結;或者

像個有力的扳道工。當生活
這列火車從右側呼嘯而過。左手,
在左側有了另外的主張。

右手前伸,
左手還滯留在記憶中。
“某些間隙,世界就像消失了……”
無所事事時,右手
會不經意間握住左手,
像握著一件紀念品。

Left Hand

The right hand is dominant.
The left hand exists in dilapidated peace.

Always the right hands clasp, tight a dead knot,
or shunt between us like a powerful

switchman. When the life-train
whizzes passing from the right, the left hand
starts to have other ideas.

Right hand extends forward
while the left stays in memory.
“In some gaps, the world is disappearing…”
When there’s nothing to do, the right
will unknowingly grasp the left,
like holding a souvenir.

花朵醒來 石獸的脖子仿佛 變長了

花事

江水像一個苦行者。
而梅樹上,一根濕潤的枝條,
鐘情於你臂彎勾劃的陰影。

灰色山巒是更早的時辰。
花朵醒來。石獸的脖子仿佛
變長了,
伸進春天,索要水。

Flower-thing

River resembles an ascetic.
Yet in the plumtree, a wet twig
yields itself to the shadow cast by your curved arm.

Grayness was hills at an earlier time of day.
Flowers wake up. The neck of a stone beast
seems to get longer,
stretches into springtime, begging for water.

飛臨的蝴蝶 彷彿於回聲外的虛無中獲得過 另外的一生——

蝴蝶

顫抖的光線簇擁,蝴蝶
從一個深深的地方
浮向明亮的表面:
—— 一件古老、受罪的遺物,

穿過草叢、藤蔓、痙攣、
非理性……把折痕
一次次拋給空氣,使其從茫然中
恢覆思考的能力。

翅膀上,繁密的花紋在對抗
制造它的線條,有時
疊起身體,不動,像置身於一陣風
剛剛離去的時間中。

當它重新打開,里面是空的,
沒有任何我們想要的東西。

—— 那是一次次重新
飛臨的蝴蝶,仿佛
於回聲外的虛無中獲得過
另外的一生。

Butterfly

Escorted by quivering rays,
from a place of great depth,
the butterfly floats to a bright surface:
— an ancient, beleaguered relic,

passing through grass, vines, convulsion,
again and again… irrationality
extends its creases into the air, to regain
its ability to think in turmoil.

On its wings, a dense pattern is resisting
the lines of its fabrication, sometimes
it folds its body, in stillness, as if in the moment
after a gust of wind has just passed.

When it reopens, empty inside,
there is nothing we want.

— renewed again and again
the butterfly arrives, as if it had lived
another life in the nothingness
beyond all echoes.

一無所獲:我們從不曾於任何形象中得救——

石雕

說到底,一塊石頭對自己
也沒有把握。
……誰手持斧鑿,誰就能
重現歷史被建造的方式。

曾藏在它體內的深刻現在是
豁顯的表面……
正慢慢剝蝕,甚至,會在猝然一擊中斷折。
——當雕鑿完成,意外,
或為時間所看重的耐心就去研究
它真正的內部。

一無所獲:我們
從不曾於任何形象中得救。
蠻力過後,野草陪伴著它的寂靜,
像無意識的真理。

Stone Sculpture

 After all, a stone isn’t quite
sure of itself.
… whoever holds an ax would
reshape history as he likes.

Profundity once hidden inside the stone
now shows on the surface…
slowly eroding, and even breaking apart at a blow.
— when the sculpture is completed, only by accident
or time-honored patience, will one study
its genuine inwardness.

Nothing to gain: we
have never been redeemed by any image.
After brute force, weeds stay with its stillness,
like an unconscious truth.

我夢見它的根 像一群苦修者——

樹 

樹下來過戀人,坐過
陷入回憶的老者。
沒人的時候,樹冠孤懸,
樹幹,像遺忘在某個事件中的柱子。
有次做夢,我夢見它的根,
像一群苦修者——他們
在黑暗中呆得太久了,
對我夢中的光亮感興趣。
——不可能每棵樹都是聖賢,我知道
有些樹會死於狂笑,另一些
會死於內心的自責聲。所以,
有的樹選擇秘密地活著,把自己
同另外的事物鎖在一起;
有的,則在自己的落葉中行走,學會了
如何處理多余的激情。

Tree

Under the tree, lovers came
an old man too, sat lost in memory.
When no one is there, the tree’s canopy arcs alone,
the trunk, a pillar forgotten in the course of an event.
One time I dreamed about its roots
like a group of ascetics – too many years in the dark,
they were only interested in my dreamt-of light.
— It’s impossible for every tree to become a sage.
Some will die of laughter, and others will die
from blaming themselves. And so,
Some choose to live secretly,
locking themselves together with something else;
And others will walk among their own fallen leaves,
having learned to deal with excessive passion.

一粒粒花骨朵 像控制著聲音的紐扣

夏花

南風送來的愛人,
影子看上去有點甜。
我騎著自行車,帶她去見我的母親。
一路上,她每講一句話,體重
就減輕一點。
她去小解,從一大蓬綠植
後面回來,她是快樂的。
地米開罷,金佛蓮
正在開,一粒粒花骨朵,像控制著
聲音的紐扣,帶著夏的神秘,
和微微羞怯。

Summer Flower

The south wind sent over my lover,
with her sweet-looking shadow.
I rode a bicycle, taking her to see my mother.
Along the way, every time she spoke,
her weight diminished.
She went to pee and came back
from behind an awning of plants. She was happy.
After the rice plants flowered, one by one
the golden Buddha lotuses started blooming,
from buds like sound-control buttons, imbued with mystery of summer and a touch of shyness.

它認出了思慮無法捕捉的東西 束緊它 不松開——

繩結

繩上有個結。繩子
就是在那里找到自己的。

一個死結。任你怎麼用力也無法
把它從里面拉出來。

通常,繩子活在一根平滑的線上。
但它內心起了變化,一個結
突然變成身體陌生的部分,被縛住,
並於繃緊中一再被確認。

如同連自身
也不肯放過的仇恨,這用力
拉拽過的結已很難憑回憶解開。
——它認出了思慮無法捕捉的東西,
束緊它,不松開。

A Knot in the Rope

There’s a knot in the rope. Rope
finds itself here.

A dead knot. No matter how hard you try,
no way to free it up.

Typically, the rope leads a life of smooth lines
but its heart has changed, a knot
then suddenly becomes a strange body part, tied up
and repeatedly confirmed in its tightness.

As if the hatred must
hate itself, and this forcefully pulled knot
can’t be untied by memory.
— it recognizes something uncatchable by thought,
ties it up, and won’t let it go.

它卻認為:有聲音的事物都是荒謬的——

影子

——沉默而平靜。間或,
用猛烈的搖晃
表達不屬於它的焦灼。

當你沉思,它謙遜地
陪著你沉思。 
有時,則拉長又拉長,像你留在
生活中的把柄。
但從沒有誰能抓住它。
當你起身,它也立即
從覆雜的現場抽身離去。

隨時變形,並用變形
保留一種很難被理解的真實。
追逐光對你的
每一種敘述;觸摸世界以其
萬物難以覺察的手,

不被注意,但從未離開,只是你
並不知道這意味著什麼。

偶爾,會用突然的站立在墻壁上
迎面出現,
嚇你一跳。而當你朝它問詢或吼叫,
它卻認為:
有聲音的事物都是荒謬的。

Shadow

——Still and calm, or occasionally
shakes violently, expressing
an anxiety not its own.

When you are deep in thought,
it accompanies you humbly.
Sometimes, it stretches, longer and longer,
like dirty laundry you left behind in this world
that no one can catch.
When you get up, it also disentangles itself
right away from a complicated setting.

It shapeshifts at any time to preserve
the hard to comprehend truth; it chases each story
that the light tells about you; it touches the world

翩然而過的族類中 它最飄乎 最適合捕捉——

 

回聲適合折疊成花紋。
一個尖音,
適合刺在一陣風逃離的背上。
落向灌木和橋頭的,不像翅膀,
更像一種秘密的語調。

花都開了,風也
重新開始了。我們案頭的書信,仍是一個
以沉默制造的斑斕迷宮。

而當它繼續飛,幫一節光
取回它的脊椎;幫一個
紋身男子來到春天的城外:在所有

翩然而過的族類中,
它最飄乎,最適合捕捉
氣候的變化,和你我心中那閃爍、
難以把握的瞬間。

Butterfly

The echo is suitable to be folded into a pattern.
A sharp sound, suitable
to be tattooed on the back of a fleeing wind.
Dropping onto shrubs and bridge abutments, more like
the intonation of baffling speech than like wings.

Flowers are all blooming, and the wind
has begun again. The letters on our desk
are still a motley maze made by the silence.

As the butterfly is flying, restoring the backbone
to a segment of light, sending a tattooed man
out of the city in spring: amid

all the species that have whisked by,
the butterfly is the most capricious, yet the most eligible
to capture a change in climate or the flickering,
elusive moment in our hearts.

它感覺流水 感覺其急緩及從屬的年代——

卵石

——依靠感覺生存。
它感覺流水,
感覺其急緩及從屬的年代,
感覺那些被命名為命運的船
怎樣從頭頂一一駛過。

依靠感覺它滯留在
一條河不為人知的深處,
某種飛逝的力量
致力於創造又癡迷取消,並以此
取代了它對歲月的感受。

——幾乎已是一生。它把
因反覆折磨而失去的邊際
拋給河水,任其漂流並在遠方成為
一條河另外的腳步聲。

Pebble

— Depending on sensation to live,
it feels the water flowing,
feels the urgency and the epoch it belongs to,
feels those ships named fate
passing above its head, one by one.

Depending on sensation to remain
in the depth of an unknown river,
it possesses a fleeting power
to create and obsessively uncreate, by which
it is kept from feeling the passage of years.

— Almost for a lifetime. It throws
its edge, lost in repeated tortures,
to the river, letting it drift to become
the alternate footfall of a faraway river.

它知道自己打斷不了什麼 就慢慢 變成了意識不明的物種——

魚化石

石頭是本糟糕的書,一頁一頁,
很難被揭開……
——而它是被順便发現的,卡在

另外的敘述中,既非石頭,亦非魚。
——它知道自己打斷不了什麼,就慢慢
變成了意義不明的物種,帶著
只有它自己能記住的。

Fish Fossil

What a terrible book the stone is, page after page,
hard to open …
— but it was found by accident, in the midst of

other narratives, neither about stone, nor about fish.
— It knows that it won’t be able to break off anything,
so it gradually becomes a vague species, standing for
what it alone can remember.

那空無收留了它 和簇擁著它的 受難般的寧靜——

懸浮

水其實並不需要魚,
但終其一生,水陪伴魚就像陪著
某種反覆思慮卻一直
無所得的東西。

它護送魚來到某個人心中,目睹它
成為一只漸漸適應了渦流的眼。
而它自身,任目光穿過,
不接納注視。

魚,總像懸浮在空無中。
——那空無收留了它,和簇擁著它的
受難般的寧靜。 

Suspension

Water never really needs fish.
But for its whole life, water stays with fish
as if to be near what it had longed for
but had never attained.

It escorts the fish to someone’s heart, and witnesses
fish’s gradual adaption to a swirling eye.
But water itself lets the gaze pass through,
does not accept any attention.

The fish seems suspended, as if in emptiness.
— The void accepts the fish, as well as
the tormented silence surrounding it.

一個下午 正消失於它的寂靜——

咖啡館:憶舊

1
波紋在木柱里沉睡,
窗上的薄紗仿佛涼透了的花枝。

你沈靜,過於溫柔。
一陣風在我們心中旅行。
你的手停在幽暗的桌面上:一陣初雪
在季節里旅行。

2
拐過逼仄的樓梯,上面
就是初夏了。空氣中,

浮動著類似記憶的暗影。
糖在咖啡里融化:某種不明的變化
在摸索時間的結構。

玻璃花瓶已經替代過什麽。
一個下午
正消失於它的寂靜。

In a Coffee Shop: Recalling the Past

1

Ripples sleep soundly in the wooden pillars,
gauze curtains are like flowers on a twig pierced by cold.

You are quiet, too gentle.
A gust of wind travels between our hearts.
Your hand rests on the darkened desk: fresh snow
travels in the seasons.

2

Turning from the tightly winding staircase, up above
is a day of early summer. In the air,

floats a shadow named memory.
Sugar dissolves in coffee: an indefinite change
gropes through the structure of the time.

A glass vase has taken something’s place.
An afternoon
is vanishing in its silence.

讓人苦惱的不是思想 也不是厄運的裂變——

閱讀

讀得如果太快,讀者
就消失了。
讓人苦惱的不是思想,也不是
厄運的裂變,而是
某種敘述口吻的耐心。

書立在書架上,像一截
被收藏的斷壁。
——繼續讀吧,讓風暴
從夾緊的書頁間掉下來。或者,
先等一等,呆在
轟鳴之前那短暫的沉寂中。

天下大亂,這不重要,
重要的是,在一本剛剛合上的書里,
摧毀世界的風暴
回來了,
正守著憂心如焚的寂靜。

Reading

If you read too fast, the reader in you
would vanish.
What torments us isn’t thoughts, nor
the rupture of an ill fate, but the patience
in a narrative manner of speech.

Book stands on the shelf, like a piece
of broken wall kept in a collection.
— Let’s keep reading, let the storm
slip out from pressed-together pages. Or,
let’s wait a minute, stay
in the brief stillness before the roar.

Great chaos in the world, that’s not important,
More important is that in a book just closed,
the destructive storm has come back,
to keep watch in the silence
that sears the brooding heart.

風穿過我們剛剛結束的談話 帶著時間突然脫臼的聲音——

傾聽

傾聽一棵樹,
每一陣風吹,它的聲音都有
微妙的變化。所以,

質問簡單的事物,如同撲打自身。
而愛一首簡單的詩類似
聽取綿綿不絕的回聲。

——風穿過樹林,
有時會傳來哢嚓一聲……
風穿過我們剛剛結束的談話,帶著
時間突然脫臼的聲音。

Listening

Listen to a tree,
with each gust of wind, there are subtle changes
in sound, and so,

exploring simple things such as patting your own limbs
and loving a simple poem is like
listening to the endless echoes.

— Wind passes through the woods,
sometimes one hears a snapping sound …
Wind passed through the talk we just finished, with
a sound of sudden dislocation in time.

寂靜 像一種面向虛無的呼吸——

也許你永遠不會知道,
風在怎樣經過。

當一個人遠去,沒有音訊,
只有風聲。當一個人
從遠方歸來,
已變成一段難以把握的感情。

也許你永遠不會知道,
風在帶走,還是在放下,
穿過某個事件時,它曾怎樣
與那中間的火苗相遇。

它吹著巖石,推敲其沉默;
吹著水,吹著患有不孕癥的平面。
有時,你以為一切都過去了,
但風在吹,過往的一切
又在風中重來。

有時沒有風,寂靜
像一種面向虛無的呼吸。
有時,風吹著吹著就散了,
帶著根深蒂固的傷感。

有時大風過後,碼頭和船
像剩在世間之物。 
但你仍然不知道,風
是個虛構的秘密,
還是某種無法探究的實體。  

Wind

Perhaps you would never know
how the wind passed.

When a man walked away, no message came,
only the wind. When a man
returned from afar,
the feeling between you two became
difficult to handle.

Perhaps you would never know
whether the wind carried the thing away, or let it go,
or when it passed through a thing, how
it met the flame in its core.

It blows over the rocks, honing their silence;
It blows over the water, sweeping its infertile surface.
Sometimes when you believe that everything is passed,
the wind is blowing, all things of the past
are back again in the wind.

Sometimes, there is no wind, the stillness
is like breath drawn in nothingness.
Sometimes, the wind blows, blows away into oblivion
taking with it a deep sadness.

Sometimes after a heavy wind, the pier and boat
are the only things remaining in the world.
But you still don’t know whether the wind
is a fictitious secret
or a substance that can’t be analyzed.

鏡子 總是站在世界的另一側 不起伏 不掌控——

鏡子

鏡子從不記憶,
什麽都不能使它激動。

它用一生練習放棄,
笑面、華裳、怒目與鬼臉……
溺死者,會重新出現在鏡子外面,
在握手或拒絕中
轉過身來。

鏡子,總是站在世界的另一側,
不起伏,不掌控;
面對那麽多悲歡離合,
不忠告,不參與。
當許多人遠去,它獨自留下,
一個深邃、寂靜的空間,
等著接下來走向它的人。

Mirror

Mirror memorizes nothing,
nothing can excite it.

All its life, it studies how to give up,
a smiling face, beautiful clothes, glares, and grimace …
the drowned ones will reappear outside the mirror,
amid handshakes or rejection,
turning this way.

Mirror, always stands on the other side of the world,
having no ups and downs, exerting no control;
Facing so many joys and sorrows,
it gives no advice, nor will it join in.
When many people walk away, it alone stays,
in a vast, silent space, waiting
for the next one approaching.

一個未知的幽靈在掌控這一切——

裂隙

從完整的事物,它開始,
讓一顆沒有準備的心,
突然有了此岸與彼岸。

於是,有人學習造橋,
有人學習造船……

一個未知的幽靈在掌控這一切,並為遠航
培養出了出色的水手。直到

它徹底裂開,
互不相幹的兩半被一段
空白隔開。 

看上去,各自完整;
看上去,裂隙仿佛已不在場。

The Crack

From something whole, it begins,
and separates its unprepared heart
suddenly there are near and far shores.

Then, someone learns to build a bridge,
and someone learns to make a boat …

An unknown soul controls all these, and trains
good sailors for a voyage afar, until

something breaks,
the two unrelated halves are separated
by a blank space.

It looks as if each half were complete
and the crack had never been present.

漫長一日 由無數一晃而過的瞬間構成——

鳥在叫

鳥在叫,在樹叢中。
北風的喘息,已有人把它
從窗玻璃上擦去。

——多少聲音追隨,飛掠向
另外的空間 ……
返回的,只是莫名的混響,
稀薄,模糊,不再有用。

粗大的木梁橫於屋頂,沉默,穩定。
漫長一日,
由無數一晃而過的瞬間構成。

石欄、水、書櫥 ……
都是被聲音處理過的事物。

——我還是離那只鳥兒最近,
正站在
它用叫聲編織的陰影中。

The Bird is Chirping

The bird is chirping in the woods.
The impalpable breath of north wind
has been wiped away from the window pane.

— many voices follow, flitting
toward another space …
what comes back is just an inexplicable reverb,
thin, fuzzy, no longer useful.

The thick horizontal roofbeam is silent and stable.
A long day is made
by countless moments passing.

Stone fence, water, bookcase …
are all processed by the sound.

— I am the one who stands nearest to that bird,
standing under the shadow
woven by the sound of chirping.

陰影下 牆伸展著 像一段冥想——

一堵墻出現,帶著
黯淡的雨痕。幾乎沒有暖意。
它知道,它已在多數人視線之外。
讓我記起,一個老家的人
也曾來這城里找我,到處打聽我的住址。
(他年輕時的模樣依稀浮現。)
而在遙遠的地方,一堵墻
已不再被需要。拆了。必須
借助描述才能重新出現。
……扁豆架繁密的觸絲晃動,陰影下
墻伸展著,像一段冥想。
——它有了某種意識,提前
預感到了那回憶它的人
將會賦予它的風聲和悲傷。
——終於摒棄了聲音,它佇立在
對虛無世界的傾聽中。 

The Wall

 The wall appears, bearing dreary marks
of rain. Hardly a hint of warmth.
It knows that it’s beyond sight of most people.
I recall that a fellow from my hometown
came to look for me in the city, asking for my address everywhere.
(His youthful image comes faintly to mind.)
And in a distant place, the wall
no longer needed, has been demolished.
It only appears in a narrative.
…lush tendrils sway on broad-bean frames, in the shade
the wall stretches like a meditation.
— it had some kind of awareness, anticipating
the wind and misery conferred on it
by the person who would recall it.
— finally, it abandoned all sounds, standing
in heedfulness to the world of non-being.

后 记

【作者簡介】Vivian雯,Wepoetry 【海外詩粹】創始人,《五洲詩軒》副社長,自由撰稿人。現居紐約,從事銀行金融業。作品發表於《世界周刊》《世界日報》《海外文摘》《21世紀財經論壇》, 編入詩歌合集《自由的奴隸》《法拉盛詩歌節作品集》《六月荷詩曆》《喊》等。

第一次讀胡弦,是在2018年
炯的首本譯作 <Thirteen Leaves> 新書發佈會上
書中匯集了中國詩壇13位頗有影響力的詩人作品
胡弦佔其一,是thirteen leaves 中的第二片葉子
胡弦的十首詩,在整本詩集中頗有份量
但因是合集,管中窺豹,怎麼讀都只是局部
今次這本胡弦詩選《石雕與蝴蝶》大有不同
收集了他歷年來創作的92篇佳作
慢閱細讀,“詩覺”中那頭曾經
輪廓模糊的“大象” 便次第清晰了起來
與炯聊起翻譯第一本詩集後的感受
她用“身心被掏空”來形容當時的狀態
挑燈夜戰的疲累和遭遇“瓶頸”時的沮喪
幾度放棄,終又拾起
可想而知翻譯不僅得拼腦力還得拼體力
個中滋味喜憂自知。而
說起胡弦的詩,炯的聲調亮了些
她說他的詩總能令她很快進入狀態
翻譯時也就特別得心應手
我想那其中一定有“小小獸”在起作用
靈犀這隻小獸一旦活了過來
再阻塞的思路也會一點就通的吧
我讀胡弦,也读炯
每讀一首就像開了一扇門
門過處,又一扇門。一首首地讀
那最後一道門,始终在前方
胡弦写诗,同一事同一物
他会写过又写,每一首皆有新领悟
他笔下的蝴蝶,有形而上的也有形而下的
形而上的《蝴蝶》定是从莊周的夢境中
飛来的那一隻,飛得虚幻,飛得空無
飛得分不出蝴蝶與我,分不出今生來世
形而下的《蝶》,有形有色有聲
彷彿你一抬手,就可以將她們捉住
他寫樹,形態各異的樹就像形形色色的人
裡面寄居著迥然不同的灵魂
没有高尚和卑劣之分,他们就在身边
在一道《墙》后面,在《咖啡馆里》
他们是你的《邻居》或者原本
就是《镜子》中的你
那些人从诗里跑了出来
一個個《影子》就像時代的縮影
我想炯一定和我一样感同身受
才使她有如此耐心和毅力,將胡弦的詩逐字逐句
用另一種语言加以表達。也同時
把翻譯這根難啃的骨頭重新擺上桌面
溫火微燉,煲出獨有的味道來了
寫於07122020 紐約

靈魔攝影師 | Jacky Gerritsen


Jacky Gerritsen is a female photographer & autodidact artist, born in Amsterdam.
She mainly makes photomontages in a (magic) realistic and sometimes surreal style.
The works are intuitive, the conceptual aspect is paramount, her work is primarily a visualization of an idea or emotion, she surrenders to how she feels at a given moment or what interests her socially and tries to visualize this in her work. Jacky’s PhotoArt is colorful, imaginative, inspiring and often sweeps the viewer not only into a visual journey, but also an emotional and spiritual one.
Jacky Gerritsen是一位女性摄影师和自拍艺术家,生于阿姆斯特丹。
她的作品以(魔术般)逼真的手法和間或超现实的风格,來制作蒙太奇式的圖片效果為主。
她的作品以直观和概念並舉,是想法或情感的一種可视化,她鍾情於表現某個特定时刻的心靈感受或社群中能引起她有興趣的事務,并将其用圖片的形式表現出來。 她的作品色彩多樣,玄色或多重色彩並用,及其富有想象力且振奮人心,不仅能将观者带入视觉漫遊,还深入到情感和精神之旅。
【海外詩粹】謝炯譯作|胡弦詩選《石雕與蝴蝶》精選中的全部图片,取自於Jacky Gerritsen歷年來的代表作品中的一部分. 【海外詩粹】编辑部感謝Jacky Gerritsen及其團隊的无私共享,谨向这位天才攝影師致以崇高的敬意!

感 謝 作 者 和 譯 者 授 權

*【海外詩粹】謝炯譯作|胡弦詩集《石雕與蝴蝶》精選中的全部詩文已由詩人兼翻譯家謝炯經原作者胡弦授權,版權歸原作者和譯者胡弦和謝炯所有。任何個人或網絡平台如欲用稿請與原作者和譯者聯繫。
*《石雕與蝴蝶》已於近期上架,愛詩者可从线下书店「小众书坊」購買。地址:北京市东城区圆恩寺胡同甲1号,电话:01064011190


《石雕與蝴蝶:胡弦詩選》
胡弦 著,謝炯 譯
精裝本,漢英雙語
中國青年出版社/小眾書坊策劃出品
         本書是詩人胡弦的一本短詩精選集的漢英雙語版,收入詩作90余首,所選篇目基本涵蓋他創作以來的代表作。胡弦的作品富於哲思和人文關懷,同時在詩歌語言的可能性和邊界上極具探索精神,他的詩歌讀來令人頭腦清醒,回味無窮,並引发新的思索。在看似不起眼的自然事物上,往往開始一段全新的思考,揭示出豐富的語言奧秘。讀完這些作品,讀者能一窺詩人創作的歷程和品貌。作為中國當下一位有影響力的詩人,出版其漢英雙語版詩集,對中國詩歌“走出去”將會起到一定的推動作用。本詩集的譯者謝炯,有多年詩歌創作和翻譯的經驗,譯筆精準,傳神,又不失原文冷峻、智識的風格。

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