得一忘二 英译
前几天贴一位新西兰女诗人的时候就想到，国内也不是写不出那样的诗，甚至写得更好的也有。电脑里有英译吕约的诗，最初是2009年翻译到外网上的，大概两三年前吧，吕约需要英译，我匆忙修改了一下。今天贴出来这五首，通读时又做了一点润饰。她那首著名的《坐着》我以前译的也是节选，后来译了完整的，太长，以后单独贴。诗人照片和介绍，都从网上复制来的。最后一段介绍文字，也是2009年贴在一个国内看不到的空间里的，所以有英文。
她跟我说
她男人打了她
她给我看腿上脖子上的伤痕
她说，狗杂种
我一辈子都不会原谅他
昨天
她跟我说
狗杂种干了她
她说
他居然没有道歉就
捅进去了
我问
滋味如何
“奇怪
我那里出水了
我觉得
那不是水
那是眼泪”
2001年9月13日
That Was Not Water
The day before yesterday
She said to me
Her man beat her
She showed me the bruises on her legs and neck
She said, The bastard, son of a bitch
I will never forgive him as long as I breathe
Yesterday
She said to me
That bastard screwed her
She said
He didn’t even apologize
Before he stabbed in
I asked
How was that
"Strange,” she said
“It flooded down there
And I believed
That was not water
But my tears”
September 13, 2001
《信心》
三岁的时候
她自己擦屁股
二十岁的时候
她给儿子擦屁股
四十岁的时候
她给婆婆擦屁股
现在
她耐心地等待着
给丈夫擦的那一天
这一天
一定会到来的
像一阵微风
2001年9月22日
Self-Confidence
At three, she
Wiped her own ass
At twenty, she
Wiped her son’s
At forty, she
Wiped her mother-in-law’s
And now
She waits, patiently
For the day to turn to her husband’s
That day will
Surely come
Like a breeze
September 22, 2001
【译按】“擦屁股”的另一个意思是“收拾烂摊子”。"wipe one's ass" in Chinese also means "clean up the mess."
《女人的儿子不能理解》
女人的儿子不能理解
女人被新凉鞋磨破的脚踝
他伸出胖乎乎的小手喊：血，血
上帝为试穿新世界磨破的脚踝
上帝希望自己的小儿子理解
但不许指着它
更不能喊
The Son of a Woman Cannot Understand
The son of a woman cannot understand
Her ankle, bruised by new slippers
He points his plump hands and cry: Blood, blood
The ankle bruised when God tries on the new world
God wishes His own son to understand
But gives no permission to point at it
Much less to cry
《欢爱时闭上的眼睛》
欢爱时闭上的眼睛
在仇恨中睁开了
再也不肯闭上
盯着爱情没有看见的东西
欢爱时的高声咒骂
变成了真正的诅咒
去死吧，去死吧
直到死像鹦鹉一样应和
喊着爱情没有宽恕的名字
Eyes Closed in Love Pleasure
Eyes closed in love pleasure
Will open in hatred
And never close again
Staring at what love doesn't see
The loud curses in love pleasure
Turn into real curses—
Go to hell, go to hell
Till death responds like a parrot
Echoing the name that love never forgives
《勾魂》
死到临头了
镜头像枪口对准他们
庭审直播进入高潮
两名刑警一左一右
像玩拉线木偶一样
扯住他，嘴唇动了动
我看见一张干净，漂亮的脸
镜头推近
我贪婪地盯住它
意想不到的事发生了
这张脸
它笑了，无缘无故
又像蓄谋已久
镜头像中了弹一样
慌忙调转
推向下一个
搜索更合适的表情
可是晚了，没用了
我已经深陷其中
像一个受害者一样激动
2000.7.7
Soul Evocative
Death has fallen on their heads
And the camera is a gunpoint at them
The court hearing drawing to its climax
Two bailiffs, one at each side
Seize him like pulling the strings
Of a puppet. His lips curling slightly
I see a face so clean, so beautiful
A close-up
I stare at it greedily
Only to be taken by an unexpected
That face—
It smiles, for no reason
Yet as if after careful premeditation
The camera seems to be shot
Its head hastily turned away
Focus pushed to search
For a more appropriate expression
But it is too late—helpless
I am already entrapped by it
Excited, like a victim
July 7, 2007
爱情最大的奇迹，就是消除了调情；诗歌最大的奇迹，就是消除了陈词滥调。
The greatest miracle of love is that it clears away flirtation; the greatest miracle of poetry is that it clears away cliché. --Lü Yue
Lü Yue (pronounced as lju: jue), born in 1972, is a Chinese major from East China Normal University (Shanghai). She employs a very laconic, colloquial language in her poetry, yet the critique and grotesqueness—often bordering on absurdism—set her apart from the so-called spoken-word poets who wish to lasso her into their circus. She is undoubtedly beyond most of them, though she does seem close enough to absorb some influence, which, in my understanding, does more harm than good to her work. Unlike those spoken-word poets who often write to be “seen” as poets and treat writing as a performance, Lü Yue does not write much. These two early poems showcase a distinctive voice that is entirely her own.
作者简介：吕约，毕业于华师大中文系，在所谓的70后诗人中，是一个值得注意的女诗人。她以一种简练的口语写诗，但是她诗中的批判、怪诞甚至荒诞使得她的诗歌有别于绝大多数的所谓口语诗人，虽然那些诗人似乎特别希望将她套上缰绳，拉进他们的杂耍场。她肯定比大多数口语诗人写得好，但是我觉得在她和一些口语诗人走得比较近之后，她显然还是受到了一些影响，这种影响的效果似乎坏多于好。她似乎写得不多，这也是与很多口语诗人不同的地方，很多口语诗人以一种行为艺术的做派写诗，他们的文本除了起到一种记录式的功能，还有一个作用就是一直将作者呈现在读者的视野中。这几首是她早期的诗，有着她独特的声音。
