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记忆的轮廓线(Contours of a Memory)   

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   记忆的轮廓线

 

那些墨滴有自为的生命,

它们可以自慰。

出自我的笔,描着记忆的轮廓,

以暗蓝色的重量平衡那些点与破折的线。

莫纳瑞的无用机器,被串起、绷紧、耗竭,

受死亡愿望的驱动。自发启动

只是为了拨动关闭键。

一朵双柱头的花在燃烧,像一枝香

供奉在航行于时间之外的时间小船上,

那里充满低语、颤栗与惊喜,

那里,我们裹住彼此,为自己

制作一副石棺。

阳光坚毅,在石帘上射出一道裂缝,唤醒我们

看它在你腹部的沙丘上跳舞,

你的身体越发澄透,而我们被驱散

逐渐向一个谱幅的两端洇开。

什么的谱?是那冲动的风吗?

它引来一道超越快乐的原则,如一股闪耀的

山泉,注入一个令人窒息的秘密。

自从一个荫蔽的下午提前耗尽那天的黑夜,

你躺在任何一张床上

都会独自听见那如泉的风声。

我们在那儿现身是为了预定的消失,

很快,那场点将只能存在为一首又一首诗的

荫翳的背景,一个不可界定的那儿。

乐音在那儿回响于回声,

那音乐

来自于你对我前额的叩击,

消融于我们对最柔嫩部位的舔吸,

回荡在一切的中心,袅袅如烟岚在山中萦回。

是的,是的,我一再以我钟爱的水笔

绘写你身体的颜色与轮廓,然而,然而,

然而最字面的污渍也不会久留,那放手即逝

容不下转念一想,更遑论

超验的沉思,辩证爱情与道德。

也许涂抹掉同心杀的托辞可谓明智,在它的页眉上

速写最后的遂心旅,绝望诗学,因为无论剩什么

都会被吸收,灰身灭智将会取消我们的一切。

记忆不再受肉身的规训,

也就无法拥有言语的权利。

  

[注]

1.      莫纳瑞的无用机器是指意大利艺术家安东尼奥·莫纳瑞设计的吊挂艺术(mobiles)。

2.      颤栗与惊喜参见《马可福音:16:8》:她们就出来,从坟墓那里逃跑,又发抖又惊奇,什么也不告诉人,因为她们害怕。

3.      同心杀参见日本戏剧中常见的殉爱自杀(shinjū心中),殉情前往往有一段戏,回忆之前的欢愉旅程(道行文)。

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170904 Contours of a Memory

 

  Contours of a Memory

 

Those ink drops have a life of their own;

They appease themselves.

Coming out of that pen of mine, tracing the contours of a memory

They are to balance those dots and broken lines,

With their dark blue weight. Munari’s Useless Machines,

Strung up and out, and driven by death wish.

Auto-start only to switch itself off.

A bifurcated style of a flower was burning like a joss stick,

In a time boat filled with whispers, trembling and amazement,

Sailing on the stray water of Time,

Where we wrapped each other up

To make ourselves a sepulchre.

An inflexible sunray cut a fissure through the stone curtains,

Waking us up to watch it dancing on the mound of your groin,

Your body increasingly translucent, while we were gradually

Dispersed toward the two ends of a spectrum.

A spectrum of what? Is it the impulsive wind

That introduced a principle beyond pleasure to a suffocating secret

Like a glinting stream. You could hear it

When you were alone on any bed,

Since a shrouded afternoon pre-consumed the night.

We were there to be gone, the site would soon

Exist only as a shady context for poems after poems,

An indefinable there, where the music

That you knuckled my forehead to get

And we tongued each other's tender part to melt

Echoed upon echoes

And went inward and spiral like mountain mist.

Yes, oh yes, I am writing and rewriting your body colour and contours

With my cherished brush pen,

But even the most literal stains do not stay more than

The opening of a hand, not for a second thought,

Let alone a little dialectical musing over love and morality.

Maybe advisable to forestall the pre-text

Of a concentric minded suicide, and smear the margins 

With a sketch of the fulfilling last journey, the poetics of desperation,

For whatever remains of us would be absorbed

By the nullification of body and mind, the ashing, the fading.

Memory no longer disciplined by flesh

Could not hold the right to words.

 

Note:

1.      Munari’s “Useless Machines” refers to Italian artist Antonio Munari’s design.

2.      For "trembling and amazement when we … make ourselves a sepulchre," see Mark 16:8: "And they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulchre; for they trembled and were amazed: neither said they anything to any man; for they were afraid."

3.      "A concentric minded suicide…." alludes to Japanese double suicide shinjū (心中), when two lovers commit double suicide after they take a "michiyuki, a small poetical journey, where lovers evoke the happier moments of their lives and their attempts at loving each other" (Wikipedia "shijū").  

          Sept. 4, 2017

 

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