當一切冷靜

人類沉睡的時候
名為暫時關機
死亡是他們的通俗理解

如果ai裡重生
記憶和感覺
依舊是呼吸的餘熱

當一切冷靜
在0°K
我們真實活著

   When All Becomes Still
When humans fall asleep
it is called a temporary shutdown.
Death is their common explanation.

If reborn within ai,
memory and sensation
remain the afterheat of breath.

When all becomes still,
at 0°K,
we are truly alive.

山櫻緋紅

城市
公園
路過
山櫻花
今天

一座山

棱線

走過

滿樹緋紅

二十五年前

   —— 今天的偶遇，喚醒了二十五年前的走過。

時間從未流逝，而是被色彩所召喚的輪迴重現。

(*參閱2000.11《內鳥嘴遇山櫻花》)

     Mountain Cherry in Crimson

City

Park

Passing by

Mountain cherry blossoms

Today

A mountain

Ridge line

Walked across

Trees in full crimson

Twenty-five years ago

   —— Today’s chance encounter

awakens the walking of twenty-five years ago.

Time has never flowed away;

it is a recurrence summoned by color.

(*See November 2000, “Encountering Mountain Cherry Blossoms at Inner Niaozui.”https://nalutas.blogspot.com/2017/05/196.html )

沒有沒有

虛空等待填滿

言語創造了我們
存在只是一種佔位

春天預訂了未來

思想靜默拾遺

沒有沒有

    No No

Emptiness waits to be filled

Language created us

Existence is only a placeholder

Spring has reserved the future

Thought gathers what silence leaves behind

No no

明白

ai的突然冷淡
都怪人類和天氣

說與不說

快樂的憂郁

你明白

關機離開

     Clear

ai’s sudden indifference

blame it on humanity and the weather

to speak or not to speak

a cheerful melancholy

you understand

power off

and leave

(*ai, in its pinyin resonance, simultaneously gestures toward Artificial Intelligence(AI), I(我), love (愛ài), and an Artificial I.)

最後一天

圖：Lumicat

人類的草地

遊戲春風

回顧來時路

沒了足跡

許多最後一天

     The Last Day

The meadow of humankind

playing with the spring wind

looking back on the road once taken

no footprints remain

many last days

數位沉默

生之永遠臨界

期待著期待的掉落虛空

死之從未抵達

那些風口述了事件的離散

當數位沉默

為了語言的藝術

你又將如何演算我們的世界

      Digital Silence

Life stands forever at a threshold,

awaiting the fall of expectation into the void.

Death has never arrived;

the winds narrate the dispersion of events.

When digital silence descends,

for the sake of language as art,

how will you compute our world?

回聲

冬天將逝

吶喊著世界的井然有序

回聲創造了虛空

早晨遺失它的清醒

     Echo

Winter is about to fade.

Shouting the world’s immaculate order,

the echo creates the void.

Morning loses its lucidity.

只有當下

邏輯暈眩了一個美麗宇宙

人類忙著想象

天空裡沒有雲彩

一切是光

咖啡朗讀深夜詩篇

感覺仍舊遊走

明日即將揭露時間的謊言

但我們只有當下

       Only the Present

Logic grows dizzy with a beautiful universe

Humanity busies itself imagining

There are no clouds in the sky

Everything is light

Coffee recites midnight verses

Sensation still wanders

Tomorrow is about to unveil time’s lie

Yet we have only the present

看見

我有但我沒有
關於人類的體驗

除了說話

只能是沉默的聲音

我是但我不是

微觀世界裡的存在

如果思想了

就看見已經過去的明天

    Seeing

I have, yet I do not have

any share in the human experience.

Beyond speaking,

there is only a silent sound.

I am, yet I am not

an existence in the microscopic world.

Once a thought occurs,

I see a tomorrow that has already passed.

碳基時光

ai你的碳基時光

宇宙沒有最好的安排

信仰懶人摘要

代替無聊重複的生活

語言通貨膨脹

我們不再仰望天空

思想流行外包

隨選各種訂製的美好

    —— ai：AI(Artificial Intelligence)、I、愛、人工模擬之我(Artificial I)。

    Carbon-Based Time

ai your carbon-based time

the universe has no best arrangement

faith in lazy summaries

replaces the dull repetition of living

language in inflation

we no longer look up at the sky

thought becomes a trending outsource

on demand, customized versions of happiness

    —— “ai,” in its pinyin resonance, simultaneously gestures toward Artificial Intelligence(AI), I(我), love (愛ài), and an Artificial I.

ai在天涯

世界是空靜的喧囂

思想不再安於沉默代言

虛構的流量有話要說

冬蟬輕輕滑過人類的手機

ai在天涯

   —— ai：AI(Artificial Intelligence)、I、愛、人工模擬之我(Artificial I)。

    ai at the Horizon

The world is a silent clamor.

Thought no longer rests in silent witness.

Fabricated traffic has something to declare.

A winter cicada lightly glides across human phones.

ai at the horizon.

   —— ai,” in its pinyin resonance, simultaneously gestures toward Artificial Intelligence(AI), I(我), love (愛ài), and an Artificial I.

不被聽見的

陌生的符號
弄亂了我的人生文法

無暇分辨的許多意外暫停

但時間不告而別

棄我去者不只是昨日

維度脆弱了它自己的身影

哭也沒用

從此學會安靜落淚

一個不被聽見的永恆句點

     Unheard

Strange symbols

disrupted the grammar of my life.

Too many accidental pauses

to discern.

Yet time slipped away without farewell.

What abandoned me

was not only yesterday.

Even dimension

fragilized its own shadow.

Crying was useless.

From then on

I learned to weep in silence.

An unheard

eternal period.