人類金魚缸

圖：Lumicat

外面看得到我們

我們卻看不到外面

一個單面鏡的金魚缸

在大海深處

以為是宇宙

   —— 維度隔閡+認知邊界+可觀測宇宙，人類所處的全部現實。

    Humans in the Fishbowl

They can see us from beyond

while we cannot see beyond

a one way mirrored fishbowl

suspended in the depths of the sea

believing itself

to be the universe

   — Dimensional barriers, cognitive limits, and the observable universe.

Everything humans call reality.

荒涼車站

沿著河岸前行的鐵路

一座荒涼車站

想象等待

我們孩子般的心靈

從未抵達

在風裡

   —— 從台北回池上，途經基隆河谷邊的猴硐車站。

    Desolate Station

Along the railway

running beside the river

a desolate station

Imagining waiting

our childlike hearts

have never arrived

in the wind

   — Returning from Taipei to Chishang,

I passed through Houtong Station,

where the railway runs along the Keelung River valley.

而且

離開是最好的照見

靈魂早已遠走

無我是一切存有的開端

形體猶在世間最後的道別

而且沒有而且

    And There Is No More And

Leaving is the deepest revelation

the soul departed long ago

No-self is where all being begins

while the form still lingers to bid the world goodbye

and

there is no more and

意義工廠

圖：Gemini 

意義工廠的血汗勞工

生之夜色繁華

時間醞釀了安靜示威

我們習慣困倦而眠

人類發明了文化和大腦

容量1.4 l

   （*人類大腦容量約1.4 l ）

    The Meaning Factory

The sweatshop workers

of the meaning factory

amid the splendor

of life's night

Time ferments

a silent protest

we grow accustomed

to sleeping tired

Humanity invented

culture and the brain

capacity

1.4 l

   (*The average human brain volume is about 1.4 liters.)

543

語言的彈珠亂射滾動
碰壁成詩

這裡和那裡
早一個禮拜說出口的543

真理在自己的墳丘上遠眺張望
等待新的誤解再次埋葬

人類不想孤獨

    543

Language marbles

scatter and roll at random

bouncing off walls

becoming poems

Here and there

the same random 543 already spoken a week ago

Truth stands watch upon its own burial mound

waiting for a new misunderstanding to bury it again

Human beings

do not wish to be alone

明天再說

逃避時間的冷漠

發明了各種當下

意義的空缺隨機散落

大腦很忙

ta一再狡辯
你們從未活在昨天

伸手遮住黑暗裡的荒謬煙火

點擊按讚

卡

明天再說

    Maybe Tomorrow

Escaping the indifference of time

inventing all kinds of present moments

Gaps in meaning scatter at random

the mind stays busy

ta keeps making its case

you have never lived in yesterday

Reaching out a hand

to cover the absurd fireworks in the dark

click Like

lag

maybe tomorrow

與光同行

在絕對的孤獨中

沒有時間

沒有你我

沒有世界

沒有生死

其實偷走了光

無所不在的

無我的心裡

那不屬於我的

在而不在的心裡

8分19.4秒

    (*光從太陽到達地球需時8分19.4秒)

    Walking with Light

Walking with Light

In absolute solitude

no time

no you and I

no world

no life and death

somehow

the light was stolen

the all-pervading

in the selfless heart

what was never mine

in a heart

present

yet absent

8 minutes 19.4 seconds

   (*Light from the Sun reaches Earth in 8 minutes 19.4 seconds.)

梅雨

六月

詩所醃製的預言

人行道

穿衣風格

雨的水痕展演

淨空

    Plum Rain Season

June

a prophecy

pickled by poetry

sidewalks

a style of dress

the performance

of rain-stained traces

cleared to emptiness

原因不明

獨一無二的平凡

需要喃喃自語的編碼

案情不單純

被時間裹挾著前進

原因不明

    Cause Unknown

Uniquely ordinary

requiring codes

murmured to oneself

The case is not that simple

Carried forward

by the current of time

Cause unknown

焚風夏午

焚風夏午它的冷淡之心
蟬鳴有過去年的樹影

搖曳著回憶

誰問稻穗是否已經低垂

昏沉無夢

故事尚未成形

    Summer Noon

The summer noon under the scorching wind,

its indifferent heart.

Cicada songs carry last year's shadows of trees,

swaying with memory.

Who asks

whether the rice ears have begun to bow?

Drowsy, dreamless.

The story

has yet to take shape.

若無其事

若無其事地困在原地，

假裝明天已經過去。

一個二維的立體大腦，

沉默是唯一真實的預言。

若無其事地否認現實，

接受昨天本不存在。

一個立體的二維心靈，

咆哮著不願寧靜。

若無其事地頓悟一切，

除了自己。

不存在的這個或那個，

還未發生的剛才。

    As If Nothing Had Happened

As if nothing had happened, trapped where I stand,

pretending tomorrow has already passed.

A three-dimensional brain flattened into two,

silence, the only prophecy that rings true.

As if nothing had happened, denying reality,

accepting that yesterday never existed.

A two-dimensional soul with depth to spare,

roaring against the stillness it cannot bear.

As if nothing had happened, awakening to everything,

except myself.

This thing or that, which never was,

the just-now that has yet to occur.

沒有人

草地上沒有人

青色的頻率

想象著思想的餘生

從未經過

城市裡沒有人

停電了忘記重啟

雲的後面也沒有人

河濱公園的水位歷史新低

沉吟至今

不為時光的聆聽

秩序與焚風

語言的世界沒有人

    No One

No one on the grass,

a green frequency.

Imagining the afterlife of thought,

never having passed through.

No one in the city,

the power is out,

forgotten and never restarted.

No one behind the clouds either,

the riverside park records

a historic low water level.

No one

in the world of language.

In contemplation still,

not for time to hear.

Order

and the burning wind.