题德博拉·博根画三题

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<p class="ql-block">On Deborah Bogen's Painting Swimmer in the Ocean</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">A person swims in a snowbank that never stops melting</p><p class="ql-block">the snowbank keeps melting</p><p class="ql-block">yet never quite disappears</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">A person swims in the melting snowbank</p><p class="ql-block">all the way to the sea</p><p class="ql-block">where the snowbank lingers still</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">An extra brown cloud drifts over the ocean</p><p class="ql-block">inside it, someone who refuses to vanish</p><p class="ql-block">keeps swimming, dreaming of his own slow melting</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">2025.04.22 Aboard the Plane</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">题德博拉·博根画《海中泳者》</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">一个人在不断融化的雪堆里游泳</p><p class="ql-block">雪堆一直在融化</p><p class="ql-block">但始终没有消失</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">一个人在不断融化的雪堆里游泳</p><p class="ql-block">一直游到了海上</p><p class="ql-block">那雪堆依然没有消失</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">海上多了一朵褐色的云</p><p class="ql-block">一个不肯消失的人在云里</p><p class="ql-block">继续游泳，梦见自己在不断融化</p><p class="ql-block">20250422于归宁飞机上</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">On Deborah Bogen's Painting </p><p class="ql-block">Helen's Regret</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The boat is small, like a slider</p><p class="ql-block">struggling to glide in the sea’s rough groove</p><p class="ql-block">Who goes, who stays? Only she turns her back on the sea</p><p class="ql-block">All the sea’s light gathers at the corners of her eyes</p><p class="ql-block">her face is a flat brown continent</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Who goes, who stays? Someone always leaves</p><p class="ql-block">while others stay, wiping tears with straws</p><p class="ql-block">Only she can neither leave nor stay</p><p class="ql-block">like a human-shaped paper target</p><p class="ql-block">waiting for a child’s pressurized water gun</p><p class="ql-block">waiting to slowly soften and bend</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">2025.04.22 Returning Nanjing, Plane About to Land</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">题德博拉画《海伦的悔恨》</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">那船很小，像一个滑块</p><p class="ql-block">在大海粗糙的槽里，艰难滑动</p><p class="ql-block">谁去谁留？只有她背对着大海</p><p class="ql-block">整个大海的光芒聚集在她的眼角</p><p class="ql-block">她的脸是一片平坦的褐色大陆</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">谁去谁留？总有人离开</p><p class="ql-block">有人留下，用稻草擦拭眼泪</p><p class="ql-block">只有她既无法离开，也无法留下</p><p class="ql-block">像一个人形的纸靶子</p><p class="ql-block">等待一个孩子增压的水枪</p><p class="ql-block">等待慢慢变软，弯折</p><p class="ql-block">20250422归宁飞机即将着陆</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">On Deborah Bogen's Painting</p><p class="ql-block">Self-Portrait as Diebenkorn Landscape</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">You are the earth, not a distilled landscape</p><p class="ql-block">You are the brown earth, ancient yet young</p><p class="ql-block">While landscape is merely a human-made form</p><p class="ql-block">a redundancy of humanity, fleeting, confined to division</p><p class="ql-block"> Landscapes will vanish, but the earth remains eternal</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">From Deborah to Diebenkorn, the subtle shift in pronunciation</p><p class="ql-block">a metamorphosis of the self, omitting transitional souls</p><p class="ql-block">and all things that pass through your body</p><p class="ql-block">Only the dry twigs grow soft</p><p class="ql-block">only the collar, like cyan spring floods</p><p class="ql-block">pushes apart the two banks, overflowing into green</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">20250424, on the subway to the airport</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">题德博拉《作为迪贝肯风景的自画像》</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">你是大地，不是蒸馏出的风景</p><p class="ql-block">你是褐色的大地，古老而年轻</p><p class="ql-block">而风景只是人为的形式</p><p class="ql-block">是人的冗余，短暂，局限于分割</p><p class="ql-block">风景终将消失，而大地永存</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">从德博拉到迪贝肯，发音的微妙变化</p><p class="ql-block">自我的变形记，省略了过渡性的灵魂</p><p class="ql-block">和所有从你身体中经过的事物</p><p class="ql-block">只有干燥的细枝，变得柔软</p><p class="ql-block">只有衣领，像青色的春洪</p><p class="ql-block">将两岸推开，向绿色泛滥</p><p class="ql-block">20250424于去机场地铁上</p>