當失想被誤讀成為思想的那一刻
你也模糊了自己的實相
你也模糊了自己的實相
你來不及燃燒語言只能空手揮灑塵埃
那些尚未落定的猶豫不決與江湖
傷心地婉拒了春天的來訪
本是遊戲輪迴
本是莫比烏斯的無限漂泊
你又落寞地看著越來越稀疏的信中字句
你無聊極了在網路上為自己鐫刻了一座正在風化的墓碑
如此完美的IMPERFECTIO
獻給勇敢走進迷路荒野的苦澀青春
獻給從不愛你的你所摯愛的時光
獻給為你含淚的母親
獻給在你身後偷偷為你惋惜的父親
獻給為數不多的朋友
獻給晚熟的中年還在困惑著存在的意義
獻給那些遠離的從未實現的愛情
獻給幽靈般快閃又消失的詩句
獻給即將無奈的晚年
獻給未知的真理和圖書館裡無人造訪的某個書架角落
獻給性幻想裡的那個高潮光影
獻給捷運地下道出口那位煩人的推銷員
獻給曾經鄙視你的世俗價值
獻給那一次僅僅是的禮貌性熱情擁抱
獻給政客們的虛偽演說非常精彩
獻給熬夜不肯乖乖就範的抵抗睡意
獻給咖啡與茶的迷因
獻給手機與AI的冷笑話
獻給無知與它們熱血沸騰的匿名留言
獻給拒絕搭理世界
獻給心的小偷
獻給無可挽回的錯過
獻給那些摸魚打混的快樂年代
獻給昨日重新找回的舊照片
獻給還有淚水
獻給還能心動
獻給一切逝去的深情告白
獻給宇宙的吞噬回聲
獻給星星的掉落
獻給大停電的黑暗寧靜
獻給人類躁動不安的慾望貪婪
獻給四十五年前的一個美麗邂逅
獻給越來越沒落的實體書店以及曾經站著快速翻閱瀏覽的每一頁
獻給車站對面那家小吃店飄向路邊的俗閣有力的芳味
獻給伸展台上每一個美麗優雅的身影
獻給令人厭惡的嘴臉和牢牢隱藏起來的善良
獻給孩子般的古老靈魂
獻給過去
獻給明天
獻給當下
獻給眼神所不及的遠方
獻給已經無聲淡去的記憶
獻給接受孤獨的自己
—— 獻給孤獨，也獻給曾經、正在，或即將面臨孤獨的人。
朗讀:Satyavan He圖:土想森林海岸山脈曙光 Satyavan He
BGM: “獻給孤獨”piano solo(Suno AI ) by Satyavan He
(*IMPERFECTIO ，拉丁文“不完美”參閱這首詩《不完美》的圖文。“俗閣有力的芳味”，“俗復有力”、“俗閣有力”，台語俚語／soong geh wwulat／“俗氣卻又充滿活力”。“芳味”／pangvi／，香氣。俗閣有力的芳味soong geh wwulat'e pangvi。“燃燒語言”參閱這首詩《詩的幽靈》)
(*The following is an English translation of the poem)
Dedicated to Solitude
When the loss of thought is mistaken for thought itself,
You blur your own reality.
You have no time to burn language, only to wave dust with empty hands.
Those unsettled hesitations and the world
Sadly refuse the visit of spring.
Originally a cycle of games,
Originally an infinite drift on a Möbius strip,
You desolately watch the words in letters grow sparser,
So bored, you carve yourself a weathering tombstone online,
Such a perfect IMPERFECTIO.
Dedicated to the bitter youth bravely entering the lost wilderness,
To the times you loved that never loved you back,
To the mother who sheds tears for you,
To the father who secretly pities you behind your back,
To the few friends,
To the late-blooming middle-aged still perplexed by the meaning of existence,
To those distant, unrealized loves,
To the ghostly, flashing and disappearing lines of poetry,
To the approaching helpless old age.
Dedicated to the unknown truths and the unvisited corners of library shelves,
To the orgasmic light and shadows in a sexual fantasy.
To the annoying salesman at the subway underpass exit,
To the worldly values that once despised you,
To that merely polite, warm embrace,
To the politicians’ hypocritical speeches, so splendid,
To resisting sleep, refusing to yield while staying up late,
To the memes of coffee and tea,
To the cold jokes from phones and AI,
To ignorance and their passionate anonymous comments,
To refusing to deal with the world.
Dedicated to the thief of the heart,
To the irretrievable misses,
To those happy times of slacking off,
To the old photos rediscovered yesterday,
To still having tears,
To still being able to feel heartbeat,
To all the past deep confessions,
To the universe’s devouring echoes,
To the falling of stars,
To the dark silence of a power outage,
To humanity’s restless desires and greed,
To a beautiful encounter forty-five years ago.
Dedicated to the declining physical bookstores and every page once quickly browsed while standing,
To the soong geh wwulat'e pangvi, the vulgar yet vigorous aroma wafting from the small eatery across the station,
To every beautiful and elegant figure on the runway,
To the detestable faces and the well-hidden kindness,
To the childlike ancient souls,
To the past,
To tomorrow,
To the present moment,
To the distant beyond sight,
To the silently fading memories,
To oneself who accepts solitude.
—— Dedicated to solitude and to those who have been, are, or will be solitary.
(*IMPERFECTIO , Latin for "imperfect" See the graphic text of the poem 《不完美》(Imperfection) . "A flavor that is both vulgar and powerful" 俗閣有力的芳味soong geh wwulat'e pangvi)
(俗復(閣)有力), Taiwanese slang / soong geh wwulat / "vulgar but full of vitality". "Aroma"(芳味) /pangvi/, 香氣fragrance.)
