郑政恒
只有机器唱着半新不旧的摇滚歌曲
这里有不同的口音
盖过了陌生的歌声
游戏一直没有结束
桌球滚动
一个接着一个
掉进黑暗的袋口
暗夜里我们以声音解剖静默
沉默的人将啤酒喝完
回家的人在车门前道再见
声音在灯光下凝聚
没有旋律的引导
有人在黑夜的街角弹琴
2015.8.27
At the corner someone plays piano in the night
no one smokes in the bar
there’s just a jukebox playing new-old tunes
the different accents here
layered over unfamiliar songs
a never-ending game
balls on the table roll
one after another
into dark pockets
in the dark our voices slice open the quiet
silent people finish beers
sound condenses under the lights
no guiding melody
at the corner someone plays piano in the night
Translated from Chinese by Mary King Bradley
安娜曼蒂耶塔Ana Mendieta
郑政恒
车子静静地驶过马路
在教堂旁边的房子里
一个赤裸的女子
为自己的小腿纹身
另一个女子
朗读未完成的传记
而第三个女子
形容往事的细节
这一刻她们的脑海中
只有她的名字
安娜曼蒂耶塔
古巴艺术家
在爱荷华生活了十二年
她死于1985年
从纽约的公寓掉下来
她的丈夫说
她自杀
有人不相信
而我们无法争论
因为除了他
没有人在场
我们无法想像虚构的立场
只见她的身体和血
在书中燃烧
成为地土、枯木和灰烬
我们慢慢地走在
笔直、安静、没有尽头的路
也许她
曾经在这里走过
而我们已喝掉黑夜般的茶
仅有的声音留给对话、车子与微风
灯光之下
窗子里沉默的人
也许她
曾经在微弱的光线下走过
想起驱体内
涌动的水和火
也感受到暗夜的狞笑和压力
2015.9.8-9
Ana Mendieta
quiet cars go by on the road
in the room next to the chapel
a naked woman
tattoos her own leg
another woman
reads aloud a life story, incomplete
and a third
gives details of an earlier time
at this moment their minds contain
only her name
Ana Mendieta
the Cuban artist
who lived in Iowa for twelve years
she died in 1985
fell from the top of a New York apartment building
her husband said
she killed herself
some disbelieve
but we have no means of dispute
because other than him
no one was there
we cannot imagine the fictional standpoint
see only her body and blood
burning inside the book
becoming earth, dead trees, and ash
we stroll down a road
straight, quiet, and endless
maybe she
once walked here
we have already drunk the night-black tea
leaving only the sounds of conversation, cars, and the breeze
beneath the lights
silent people in the windows
maybe she
once walked beneath these faint rays of light
thinking of her body’s interior
water and fire surging forth
feeling the dark’s grim smile, its pressing in
Translated from Chinese by Mary King Bradley
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