和平岛诗话
维多利亚节大游行
2006-05-31 06:50:38
《维多利亚节大游行》
有些日子不应该下雨
有些日子就是下雨也停不下来
脚步停不下来
电视节目停不下来
节目主持人那两片血红的唇
停不下来，她说
“Happy Victoria Day!”
唇片不停地煽动着，很多脚步不停地挪着
我的脚步也不停地挪动
我想我是被她煽动的
我想我现在，也像许许多多
从四面八方围拢来的脚步一样
汇入这流动的方阵
中华会馆的、舞狮子的、吹风笛的、插羽毛的
土尔其的、本杰比的、朝鲜的、雷若中学的
华盛顿阿不丁中学的、加州的
五颜六色的新鲜补丁
点缀着道格拉斯的十里长街
两边是浮动着的很多小雨伞
是高举着的很多小闪光灯
和很多闪闪发光的黄铜管
弯曲的雨丝和青春勃发的弧线
她们的唱歌叫做喊
她们的舞蹈叫做蹦，蹦！蹦！蹦！
小背心颤动着、小红旗飘！飘！飘！
呼啦啦一小片片雨水颤动着
道格拉斯大街颤动着
地下水管道颤动着
带上来城市地底下青蛙
很深很深的鸣叫
只有我听见的鸣叫和骚动的光
我伸出手掌去接
小雨点纷纷扬扬的弧线
带着饱满光泽的弧线
弧线缠绕着的弧线和美感
打在我额头，一小片光
如果你看见有人抹了一下额头
有人高举着右手
喊出：“Happy Victoria Day!”
那人一定是我
正站在道格拉斯大街的十字路口
红灯、黄灯和绿灯光
不停地交换着的步伐，蹦！蹦！蹦！
现在是下午四点半
雨已经停了，脚步也停了
现在我很安静，从电视镜头里面悄悄走下来
坐下来，躺下来
回头慢慢欣赏 自己的杰作和女人
很安静，并且满意
杰作完成的日期
2006-5-22
Victoria Day Parade
There is some date that it should never rain
There is some date that cannot be stopped
even if it rains
The clock cannot be stopped
Footsteps cannot be stopped
TV channels cannot be stopped
The two red lips of a TV anchorwoman
cannot be stopped
She is shouting
“Happy Victoria Day!”
to me, with an excitng tone and rouge
Many feet are keeping on moving
My feet are keeping on moving
I think I am agitated by her slogan
I think I am now, like numerous other footsteps
joining this flowing phalanx
Like wings flapping
from the south of California, up to Oregon
up to the north of the Washington State
across the grand channel,
to those colorful Turkish dresses
Punjabi dishes, Korean folk songs
to two fire-breathing lions
dancing from the heart of China Town
to bagpipes blowing from another side of Scottish Highlands
up to the head of a tribe man
Who is so proud of his glorious feather
of a thunderbird, divine, and secretly
roaring from the top of clouds
with lightning in its eyes
flying down the 10 km long Douglas Street
which is now decorated with a festival pudding
with ingredients of all the colors of rainbow
aligned on both sides
by numerous tiny drifting umbrellas
by numerous high-held flash lights
by numerous glinting brass pipes
Curly threads of rains
Curly hairs and adolescent curves
They are singing as if they are shouting
They are dancing as if they are jumping
high, high, even higher they bounce!
Their t-shirts are flapping, flags waving
Fast, fast, even faster they wave!
Splashing everywhere are those shining puddles
Trembling is the Douglas Street
Breath-taking are underground water pipes
Pipes connected to the throat of the city
Pipes connected to the tummy of the island
the ocean, and the heart of the globe
Now you can hear
the breathing from the inner side of the earth
the murmuring of a caring mother
the crying of a thirsty frog deep down the city
through water pipes, brass pipes, ear drums
pumping through arteries, blood veins
through a listening heart. But
it is only me who heard all these
breathing, murmuring, crying, and pumping sounds
these voices, warnings or blessings
from the underworld or the heaven
the uneasy and disturbing lights
from the primitive or civilized worlds
Outstretching gently are my finger
-tips to touch and feel
those curly rain drizzles
those shining and vigorous curves of bodies
curves of pipes, and waves of music
Intertwined arcs and aesthetic feeling
is just hitting right onto my forehead
at the right time
What a peculiar patch of light, wet and splendid!
If you saw someone who was wiping his forehead
someone who was raising his right hand
and shouting: “Happy Victoria Day!”
That guy must be me
standing right at the middle of a traffic intersection
Red lights, yellow lights, and green lights
are interchanging across my body
Interchanged footsteps
are matching on, on, and on!
Finally, the rain has stopped
Footsteps have stopped
The clock ticks
right across 30 past 4
in the afternoon
Now I am extremely quiet, and quietly
I step down from the TV channel
sit down, lie down
turning my head, looking back, and enjoying
my own master piece, the beautiful TV anchorwoman
and her lip rouge
So peaceful, and satisfied
with the date on which this piece is completed
Original 2006-5-22
Translated 2006-5-30
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