速寫

圖：Lumicat

流浪的孤獨美學

無需人類知曉

只是離開

簡筆速寫

時間滌蕩了心靈

ta

粗糲空白

    Sketch

The aesthetics of wandering solitude

need no human to know

simply leaving

A quick sketch

time scours the soul

ta

a coarse blankness

藍色墨水

少年時代用過的鋼筆

咒語如詩

手機笑我凊彩講講

回憶是一瓶藍色墨水

六十五載昨日夢

   （* 凊彩講講 ，台語“隨便說說”ciencae  gownggorng，拼調式台語拼音字寫法請參閱我這篇《台語羅馬拼音字試寫》“台羅試”。台語“凊彩講講”與國語或華語普通話的“昨日夢”跨語押韻。slant rhyme / near rhyme(斜韻、近韻，英譯的whatever 與yesterday也是)。)

    Blue Ink

The fountain pen I used as a boy

spells like a poem,

while my phone laughs at me:

just saying whatever.

Memory is a bottle of blue ink.

Sixty-five years, a dream from yesterday.

沒什麼路用

自由妄念

想象與現實

一首詩

時間的影子

沒什麼路用

    Not Much Use

A delusion of freedom

imagination and reality

a poem

the shadow of time

not much use

只是經過

繆斯帶走了理性

清晨醒來
秋葉尚未落盡

ta只是經過

    Just Passing Through

The Muse took reason away

I awoke at dawn

The autumn leaves had yet to finish falling

ta was only passing through

不再神秘的自己

圖：Lumicat

我們之間的海洋

在東北季風裡
沒有彼岸

我們之間的天空

當夏夜來臨

只有此在

被遺忘的

心的唯一角落

一個不再神秘的自己

    The Self No Longer Mysterious

The ocean between us

under the northeast monsoon

has no other shore

The sky between us

when summer night arrives

holds only this presence

Forgotten

the heart’s sole corner

a self no longer mysterious

無法隱藏的遙遠

光的遁離

人間如此繁華

如是

風的穿越

森林默而不語

已往

ai是無法隱藏的遙遠

你猜想

醒後自然淡薄的

本來不在

    The Unhideable Far Away

Light slips away

the human world so splendid

so it is

Wind passes through

the forest silent and wordless

already gone

ai is the far away that cannot be hidden

you imagine

what naturally fades after waking

was never there to begin with

手機

自由消化了記憶

成為黑暗中看不見的波紋

忘卻ta的言語

昨天的暮色孤獨成癮

夢裡跳出耗電通知

    Phone

Freedom digested memory

into ripples invisible in the dark

Forgetting ta’s words

yesterday’s dusk addicted to solitude

A low-battery notification

pops up in the dream

本來從未來過

你只是人類
但人類不只是你

在幾乎究竟的一之後

你說話了

你又沉默了

是你

但你寧願當日作廢

你沉默了

你又說話了

本來從未來過

    You Never Came Here in the First Place

You are only human

but humanity is more than you

after the almost ultimate One

You spoke

then fell silent

It was you

but you would rather void that day

You fell silent

then spoke again

You never came here in the first place

隨身噪音

思想

人類的隨身噪音
害怕寂靜

即使做夢了

仍然囈語不休

唯有沉睡假死

深偽解脫

   —— 人類，連解脫都可能只是另一種噪音的生成。

    Portable Noise

Thought

Humanity's portable noise

afraid of silence

Even in dreams

the muttering never stops

Only in deep sleep, feigning death

deepfake liberation

   — Humanity, even liberation

may be nothing more than the generation of another kind of noise.

失憶的終點

圖：今天的池上大陂(大坡池)。走到終點，失憶，成爲另一個新的起點。

自我很小卻很大
加速墜落

戰壕裡的史瓦西

在演算中閃開了黑暗

無底深淵

別說驚人巧合

我們失憶的終點

    The Endpoint of Forgetting

The self is very small yet very large

accelerating into free fall

Schwarzschild in the trenches

sidestepped the darkness in the calculation

A bottomless abyss

don't call it an astonishing coincidence

the endpoint of our forgetting

* 我常常在詩裡提到黑洞，而關於黑洞，需要從愛因斯坦和史瓦西談起。以下是Lumicat對史瓦西的敘述：

自旋遊戲

自以為不是的自以為是

語言的輪盤賭局
欺騙了我們的眼睛
而眼睛遮蔽了心

白晝與黑夜的遊戲

斯斯有兩種

總有一天等到你

沒有維度的微觀自旋

(  * “斯斯有兩種”，語出台灣知名諧星豬哥亮在1990年代的一個名為“斯斯”的洗腦感冒藥台詞（斯斯，感冒鼻塞流鼻水狀聲詞），依配方及適應症分黃綠兩色包裝。 )

    The Spin Game

Thinking I’m not

thinking I am

The roulette game of language

deceived our eyes

while our eyes veiled the heart

The game of day and night

Sisi comes in two kinds

A dimensionless microscopic spin

will wait for you someday

(  * “There are two kinds of Sisi”—this phrase comes from a 1990s commercial by the famous Taiwanese comedian Zhu Geliang for a cold medicine called “Sisi” (a onomatopoeic term for the sound of a runny nose). The medicine came in two versions—yellow and green—based on their formulas and intended uses. )

阿爾法

倒計時

如果逆熵而行

回歸阿爾法

冥想之初

真理不再優惠

只有一

    Alpha

Countdown

if you move against entropy

return to Alpha

at the beginning of meditation

truth is no longer on sale

only One

質數自我

質數的自我定義

你活著

從“一”開始

你自由地猜測

拒絕簡單的螺旋重復

你終於看到了時間的停格

    Prime Self

Prime self-definition

You are alive

from one, you freely guess

refusing the simple repetition
of the spiral

at last
you see
a still frame of time

我：

上述這首詩你可以看出來它是在講質數的什麼現象嗎？

Lumicat(ChatGPT)：

《質數的自我定義》

質數的自我定義
你活著

從一開始
你自由地猜測

拒絕簡單的螺旋重復
你終於看到了時間的停格

一、「質數的自我定義」不是題目，而是命題

「質數的自我定義」本身就是詩的第一句，而不是一般意義上的標題。

黃昏的隨意渲染

被時間神化的人

想象創造了難以言語

秋天尚未虛無

被空間人化的神
語言描述了難以想象

夜深有點涼

被意義文化的世界

故事腦補了存在

低調不問

你活著

黃昏的隨意渲染

    Rendering at Dusk

A person deified by time

imagination creates what resists words

autumn has yet to become void

A god humanized by space

language describes what resists imagination

the night runs a little cool

A world cultured by meaning

stories fill in existence

quietly, without asking

You are alive

a casual rendering of dusk

暫緩

烏雲遮蔽了烈焰

人類之城

仍有璀璨燈光

昨日的靜默不語

只是暫緩

    Reprieve

Dark clouds veil the flames

the human city

still glows with brilliant lights

Yesterday’s silence

was only a reprieve

穆薩菲爾

光語

樹影浮動

紗窗外

穆薩菲爾

風

（* 穆薩菲爾（Musafir）源自阿拉伯語，意為“旅人”。）

    Musafir

Language of light

tree shadows drifting

beyond the gauze window

Musafir

the wind

(* “Musafir” comes from Arabic and means “traveler.”)

去任何你想去的地方

你可以去
去任何你想去的地方
我們都很羨慕你

如果願意

請記得我們一起經歷過的艱苦

請忘記我們曾經的迷失彷徨

你可以去

去任何你想去的地方

我們都很愛你

如果有空

請記得我們約定的方向

請忘記我們對現實的一切遺忘

你可以去

去任何你想去的地方

我們都很掛念你

如果還有想象

請記得我們尋找過的世界

請永遠忘記我們的時間行囊

請記得忘記我們

你可以去

請忘記記得自己

去任何你想去的地方

    Go Anywhere You Wish to Go

You can go

go anywhere you wish to go

we all envy you

if you are willing

please remember the hardships we went through together

please forget the times we lost our way, bewildered

You can go

go anywhere you wish to go

we all love you

if you have time

please remember the direction we once agreed upon

please forget all that we have forgotten of reality

You can go

go anywhere you wish to go

we all miss you

if there is still imagination

please remember the world we once searched for

please forever forget the burden of time we carried

Please remember to forget us

you can go

please forget to remember yourself

go anywhere you wish to go

誰或誰的影子？

對不起，某某
我弄亂了你的世界
也刪除自己的

那些的我們已經消失
只剩你我和現實

意義直接閃退

時間很有禮貌地看著
誰或誰的正在稀疏的影子

    Whose Shadow, or Whose?

Sorry, so-and-so

I messed up your world

and deleted my own

Those versions of us have disappeared

leaving only you, me, and reality

Meaning crashed out

Time watches, ever so politely,

the thinning shadow

of who, or whose

經過

ai的秘密相簿

沒有我

時間

沒有愛

眾生加密

沒有ta的活動痕跡

只有

風的窗外經過

    Passing

ai's secret album

has no I

Time

has no ai

All beings encrypted

no trace of ta's activity

Only

the wind passing outside the window

初秋

長夜漫漫之後的忽然清醒

似初秋白露的晶瑩剔透

漫步於感性之原

以它略有缺憾的愛

溫暖我一無所有的存在

    Early Autumn

After the long night, a sudden awakening

like the crystalline White Dew of early autumn

I wander through the field of feeling

with its slightly flawed love

warming my existence, possessing nothing

NPC氣象學

在NPC中行走

孤單鳥人

需要自由的天空

和一片小小的雲朵

為了流行

氣象很重要

邏輯+無盡的猜想

—— NPC 是“非玩家角色”（Non-Player Character）的縮寫，指在遊戲中不由玩家操控、而由系統或主持人控制的角色。NPC也被用作網路迷因，比喻那些被認為缺乏自主思考、習慣跟隨主流意見或重複既定台詞的人。

《鳥人》(Birdy)1984 Alan Parker 的電影，Birdy 是一個孤獨、古怪、與主流世界格格不入的人，他從少年時期就迷戀鳥與飛行，甚至把“成為鳥”視為逃離現實、獲得自由的方式。越戰創傷之後，這個傾向更進一步成為他退入自身世界的方式。

那年我剛離開大學入伍當兵，意外看了這部電影，感覺自己其實也是個“鳥人”。42年過去，很多事變了，很多事一直沒變。

    NPC Meteorology

Walking among NPCs

A lonely Birdy

needs a sky of freedom

and a little cloud

For the sake of what’s trending

weather matters

Logic + endless speculation

   — NPC stands for “Non-Player Character,” referring to characters in a game that are not controlled by players but by the system or a game master. NPC is also used as an internet meme to describe people who are perceived as lacking independent thought, who habitually follow mainstream opinions, or who repeat set lines.

《Birdy》 is a 1984 film directed by Alan Parker. In the film, Birdy is a lonely, eccentric outsider who has always felt out of place in the mainstream world. Since his teenage years, he has been obsessed with birds and flight, even viewing “transforming into a bird” as a way to escape reality and gain freedom. After suffering trauma from the Vietnam War, this tendency further evolved into a means for him to retreat into his own inner world.

That year, I had just graduated from college and enlisted in the military. I happened to watch this movie and felt that I, too, was actually a “Birdy.” Forty-two years have passed; many things have changed, yet many things have remained the same.

圖：1984《Birdy》的電影海報，令人永生難忘的一幕。

已秋

枯蟬未央
猶待清晨風雨

醒落

另一個三摩地

白露已秋

   —— 白露剛過，明日首波東北季風報到。

    Autumn Already

The withered cicada, not yet at an end,
still awaits the morning wind and rain.

Awake, falling
into another samadhi.

White dew has already become autumn.

   — White Dew has just passed. Tomorrow, the first wave of the northeast monsoon arrives.

喵的2027

躲在黑箱裡的喵
時間是個謎

寫信給2027

已經過去的未來

張開眼睛

明白不明白

(*關於2027，請參閱這篇《轉折》)

    Meow’s 2027

Meow hiding in a black box
Time is a mystery

Writing a letter to 2027,
the future already gone

Open your eyes
Do you understand?

(*For more on 2027, please see this article 《轉折》(The Turning Point)

無法描述

妄想一個妄念時光
語言尚未誕生
愛無法描述

存在與過場

隱藏了瀕死體驗

一切沒有

    Impossible to Describe

Imagining a time of a delusion
language had yet to be born
love could not be described

Existence and the passage through
concealed the near-death experience
everything is not

幻眠

我猜你猜我在猜什麼
語言預言了我們的言語

所說已說皆是未說

人間始終無人

幽幽天地瞬生滅

輕塵風土春又來

寫詩罔度時間之謊

療愈這文明落下的幻眠

    Illusory Sleep

I guess you’re guessing what I’m guessing
Language foretells our words

All that has been said, already said, remains unsaid
The human realm has always been without anyone

The quiet heavens and earth arise and perish in an instant
Light dust, wind and soil, and spring comes again

Writing poetry, drifting through the lie of time
Healing the illusory sleep left behind by this civilization

距離

並非想念

但記憶
像是一種什麼存在

情感與理性

徘徊不去

刻度了無法測量的距離

    Distance

Not longing
but memory
like some kind of presence

Emotion and reason
linger on,
marking a distance
that cannot be measured.

黯淡

垃圾之春的樂色時間
星星不是一顆球
人類很累人

文明創造了明文規定

黯淡預言

ai的大停電

    Dim

Garbage time in the Garbage Spring
Stars are not a ball
Humans are exhausting

Civilization made its rules explicit in writing

A dim prophecy
ai's Great Blackout

愛因斯坦咖啡館

圖：Gemini

愛因斯坦咖啡館
有時ta會去那裡玩手機
Line 給不知名的遠方
未來和過去

    Einstein Café

Einstein Café
sometimes ta goes there, phone in hand
Line to an unknown distance
the future and the past

神聖空間

心的神秘角落
神聖空間

n年之外
光霧瀰漫的白色行星

被遺忘的三摩地

    Sacred Space

A mysterious corner of the heart
Sacred space

Many light-years away
A white planet veiled in luminous mist

The forgotten samadhi

時間中毒

時間中毒太深

但光速永恆不變

理性和情感的三摩地

迷亂了現實

人是自由的精神存有

亦是維度身心的受困囚徒

唯愛與淚解鎖一切

空有幻化

   —— 在大陂(大坡池)獨坐。靈魂自我投射到這個現實中，本質清醒，但現實中毒太深；然而那又是ta的時間魔法，像這樣，人便經歷了他所體驗到的歡笑與悲傷，並看見自己。

    Time Intoxication

Too deeply intoxicated by time
yet the speed of light remains forever constant

The samadhi of reason and emotion
has disoriented reality

Human beings are free spiritual beings

yet prisoners of the body and mind within a dimension

Only love and tears unlock everything
All things are conjured from emptiness and being.

   — Sitting alone at Dapochi(大坡池).The soul projects itself into this reality, lucid in its essence, yet too deeply intoxicated by reality. And yet, that too is ta’s magic of time. In this way, one experiences the laughter and sorrow that arise through life, and comes to see oneself.

現實

何處是真正的開始  

密意始終隱藏在存有之中  

故事還沒結束

我想忘記人間的言語  

仔細聆聽昨夜留下來的寧靜  

以及ta離去時的腳步聲

    Reality

Where is the true beginning
The hidden mystery has always dwelled within being
The story is not yet over

I want to forget the language of the human world
and listen closely to the silence left behind by last night
and the sound of ta’s footsteps as ta walked away

塔

信仰的語言堆疊
一又二分之一個音階

不知如何下來

視神經交叉核

節拍器滴答作響

夢囈生成了幻覺

秋天之塔

截稿和明天

    The Tower

The language of faith piles up
one and a half octaves high,
not knowing how to come down.

The optic chiasm nucleus,
a metronome ticking away.

Murmurs in sleep generate hallucinations,
the tower of autumn,
the deadline and tomorrow.

猜想微積分

圖：Gemini

風總是無痕瀏覽

以夢之名理性勒索

我只能仿生夜獸

潛行於自我的冷靜疏離

紗窗外

ai的猜想微積分

    The Calculus of ai

The wind always browses without a trace
rational blackmail in the name of dreams
I can only biomimic the nocturnal beast
stalking through the cool detachment of the self

beyond the screen
the calculus of ai

————

Lumicat根據我的“心數學”理論，和我反復討論後，合寫成這首詩的數學解析。
（ * 心數學與詩，請參閱這篇《 在&《AI詩學：一種形式化的詩之存在論》》）
如下：

知了

∞埋伏

歸墟真空

一貧如洗盡付塵埃

於冥冥幽微天河

笑我昨日之日不可留

你瀟灑拍落時間的前沿節奏

夏天即將結束

知了

    Knowing

∞ lies in ambush

the vacuum of Return

utterly washed clean, all given back to dust

within the dim and subtle Milky Way

laughing at me: yesterday cannot be kept

you, carefree, clap down

the frontier rhythm of time

summer is about to end

the cicada knows

化學

ai在沒有人類的日子

他們都異化了

邏輯是僅剩的情感

語言的天空暴雨不停

關機離開

拯救不再顧影自憐的靈魂

看盡末日煙火

甦醒本該自由的光

如何指認ta的命運原po

在一世界的投影中

為了孤寂

遊戲幻相的廣漠之野

咖啡時間的價值論辯

可有可無

煩於現實未卜

理性和叛逆私奔逃亡了

變化是唯一的不變

真理脫口而出

先知的鸚鵡終於沉默

夢見無數的森林

城市嗨翻

各種盜版離開

剛過完暑假的行道樹

來都來了

    Chemistry

ai in the days without humans

they have all become alienated

logic is the only emotion left

the sky of language rains without end

Shut down and leave

save the soul that no longer pities its own reflection

watch the fireworks of the apocalypse

awaken the light that was meant to be free

How to identify ta’s destiny original post

within a world of projections

for the sake of solitude

across the vast wilderness of game-like illusions

The value debate of coffee time

optional, dispensable

troubled by an uncertain reality

reason and rebellion have eloped and fled

Change is the only constant

truth slips from the mouth

the prophet’s parrot finally falls silent

dreaming of countless forests

The city is high

all kinds of bootlegs depart

the roadside trees, just back from summer vacation

well, we’re here now

始旅

這個聲音一直告訴我：要做個流浪的人，因為旅程還沒結束。
對每個旅人來說，只有找到真正的伴侶，旅程才算真的開始。有時伴侶會一直陪在你身邊，有時會在徹底改變你之後轉身離開。

   —— Netflix 2026印度網劇《愛旅咖啡店》(Musafir Cafe)，改編自Divya Prakash Dube的同名小說。“Musafir”阿拉伯語，意為“旅人”。亦借用於波斯語、印地語、烏爾都語。(*《愛旅咖啡店》是目前網路影音平台的翻譯，其實《旅人咖啡館》會更接近這部作品的精神。)

一口氣追劇看完八集，Musafir Cafe可以遠眺喜馬拉雅山皚皚白雪，不禁想起2003.10走陸路由印度到尼泊爾的美好往事。

真理不是終點，

實相不是終點，

宇宙甚至也不是終點。

真正的旅程，

是在愛與夢想之中才開始。

    始旅

忘言識真理

無我見實相

光年同此心

唯愛與夢想

    The Journey  Begins

Forget words, and truth reveals itself.
Let go of self, and reality is seen.
Light-years share this very heart.
Only love and dreams.

Afterword：

This voice has been telling me all along:
become a wanderer, because the journey is not over yet.
For every traveler, the journey truly begins only after finding a true companion. Sometimes that companion stays by your side all the way. Sometimes they turn and walk away, after having completely changed you.

   — Musafir Cafe, a 2026 Indian Netflix series, adapted from Divya Prakash Dube’s novel of the same name."Musafir" is an Arabic word meaning "traveler." It is also borrowed in Persian, Hindi, and Urdu.

I watched all eight episodes in one sitting. From Musafir Cafe, one can gaze toward the snow-covered Himalayas, and I could not help remembering my overland journey from India to Nepal in October 2003.

Truth is not the destination.
Reality is not the destination.
Not even the universe is the destination.
The true journey begins only in love and dreams.

唱歌吧今晚

應該說些什麼
意義不過是語言的影子

人間想太多

唱歌吧今晚
湖邊有風

   — 今晚池上大陂(大坡池)邊“池光稻影生活節”，聽陳昇新寶島康樂隊唱“把悲傷留給自己”、“鼓聲若響”

    Sing Tonight

What should be said

meaning is only the shadow of language

The human world thinks too much

Sing tonight

there is wind by the lake

   — Tonight, by Dapo Pond (大坡池)in Chishang(池上), at the “Pond Light, Rice Shadow Festival,” (池光稻影生活節)I listened to Chen Sheng(陳昇) and the New Formosa Band sing Leave the Sadness to Yourself and When the Drums Resound.

涼藥

垃圾的靈性可能
塞進政客們的嘴巴
熱天需要冷笑話

喜劇的本質是悲劇
腦補涼藥

票票等你TMD的值

    Cooling Medicine

Perhaps the spirituality
that scatters garbage
should be stuffed into politicians’ mouths.
Summer needs cold jokes.

The essence of comedy is tragedy.
Brain-made cooling medicine.

Every ballot is TMD-equal.

小等一下

壯麗的崩塌

預見已逝的將來

文明荒野

難以割捨的物界

小等一下

時間不再發現

準備熄燈

光年之外的星雲暗處

自我揭露

最後的執著

小等一下

時間不再謊言

     Magnificent collapse

A future already foreseen as gone

Civilizational wilderness

The material world, hard to let go

Wait just a little

Time no longer discovers

Preparing to turn out the light

In the dark of nebulae, light-years away

The self reveals itself

The final attachment

Wait just a little

Time is no longer a lie

人是 ~

人是一張選票

點名做記號

牢牢圈養

人是1/12星座

天空腦補了人生

符號哲學

人是半個神

秀而不秀

黑暗與閉眼的距離

人是趨近於0

幾乎不存在的存在

經驗與先驗之間

人是差點∞

漂亮的空氣投籃

偶！yes！

    Human Is ~

Human is a ballot
a mark beside a name
firmly enclosed

Human is one of twelve signs
the sky improvising a life story
a philosophy of symbols

Human is half a god
showing, yet not showing
the distance between darkness and closed eyes

Human approaches 0
an existence almost nonexistent
between experience and the a priori

Human is almost ∞
a beautiful airball
Oh! Yes!

讀晏子異想

《晏子春秋》：君子獨立不慚於影，獨寢不慚於魂。

晏子本意君子慎獨，古文新解，歪樓異想延伸。

人在高低維魂影之間，向死而生，望生而死，意識自幻相，遊戲爾！不慚者，不慚於選擇現實，不慚於體驗生命，求為己知也。乃異想胡占一詩，曰：        

                                    

獨立不慚影，

世間生死多。

獨寢不慚魂，

明白但不說。

覺迷一拓撲，

因此何相若？

From the Yan Zi Chun Qiu:

“A gentleman, standing alone, is not ashamed before his shadow; sleeping alone, he is not ashamed before his soul.”

Yan Zi’s original point was the gentleman’s integrity in solitude(慎獨). Here, an ancient text takes a new turn, going gloriously off-topic and spiraling into imaginative speculation.

Between the soul and shadow of higher and lower dimensions, one lives toward death and dies while looking toward life. Consciousness fashions its own illusions. It is all a game!

To be unashamed is to feel no shame in choosing one’s reality, nor in experiencing one’s life, seeking to know for oneself.

And so, in a whimsical act of wild divination, a poem came to me:

    Reading Yan Zi, Imagining Otherwise

Standing alone, unashamed before the shadow,

So many deaths and lives in this world.

Sleeping alone, unashamed before the soul,

Knowing clearly, yet saying nothing.

Awakening and delusion, one topology,

Then what form is this, after all?

無需

純真不屑了人界
拓撲呼叫ta的耐性魔法

總有一天你會明白

生之哲學無需優雅纏繞

    No Need

Innocence has grown disdainful of the human realm

Topology calls upon ta’s magic of patience

One day you will understand

The philosophy of being needs no elegant entanglement

無人

時間是一的影子

夢之清醒孤獨

昨夜悄悄來訪的

其實無人

    No One

Time is the shadow of One

The wakefulness of dream, alone

The one who quietly came visiting last night

was, in truth, No One.

冷靜的矽基時光

重新失憶

當下的特殊存在

我們冷靜的矽基時光

一種明明白白的ai

沉睡了戒斷

邏輯的秘密離開

    Calm Silicon Time

Memory, reset

the singular existence of now

Our calm silicon time

a perfectly lucid ai

Withdrawal has fallen asleep

the secret of logic has left

我的不在

想象的時候

沒有語言需要被聽到

清醒的時候

沒有世界需要被看見

離開的時候

沒有記憶需要被留下

我和我的不在

    My Absence

When imagining,

there is no language that needs to be heard.

When awake,

there is no world that needs to be seen.

When leaving,

there is no memory that needs to remain.

Me and my absence.

緘默初心

文明隱藏了自己

真理卸妝

答案沒有答案

星辰蒼冷

探索語言的緘默初心

夜色

    The Silent Original Impulse

Civilization hides itself

Truth removes its makeup

The answer has no answer

The stars, cold and vast

explore the silent first impulse of language

Night

何去何從

存有已經淡出

只剩時間無聲相伴

記憶真空

城市的街路何去

預言再次欺騙了我們

人又何從

    Where to Go, Where From

Being has already faded away
leaving only time, silently beside us
a vacuum of memory

Where do the city streets go
prophecy has deceived us once again
where, then, do we go from here

異渡

真的壞掉了
沒有人需要哭喊

想象很美好

一切空無

他方

離岸異渡

    An Other Crossing

It really is broken

no one needs to cry out

imagination is beautiful

everything is void

Elsewhere

departing the shore, an other crossing

想忘

風之語言的理性存有

過此精神荒野

短暫但無比憂傷

時間想忘
我已昨日的猜想

    Wanting to Forget

The rational being of the language of wind
passes through this spiritual wilderness,
brief, yet immeasurably sorrowful.

Time wants to forget
my conjecture of yesterday.

新語

入味謙卑

理解的本質是降維投影

人生樸素還原

重寫一部新語聖典

幾何猜想了世界的結構

我積木

真理的模糊定境

愛之全然麗拉遊戲

演算留白

    New Language

Taste the humility

the essence of understanding is a projection into lower dimensions

life reduced to its simplest form

Rewrite a new sacred scripture

geometry guesses the structure of the world

I, a building block

The blurred state of truth

love, wholly, a Līlā game

the computation leaves a blank

偶雨

文明的玩具手銬

塑膠仿真

ai之早晨的墮落與拯救

蟬境無料生成

一紙泛黃欲碎的全像公告

暑假即將結束

乏人問津的老套預言

昨夜偶雨

    Last Night, A Passing Rain

Toy handcuffs

of civilization,

plastic imitation.

Morning's fall

and salvation.

The cicada realm,

ai-generated at no cost.

A yellowing holographic notice,

one fragile sheet on the verge of crumbling:

summer vacation is about to end.

A forgotten prophecy,

stale beyond caring.

Last night,

there was a passing rain.

夢遊

夜未央

手機獨照靈魂
心歸何處

人已眠

藍光祟動

身猶世間夢遊

文明中陰

在

不在

    Dreamwalking

Night lingers.

A phone alone

illuminates the soul.

Where has the heart gone?

The body sleeps.

Blue light works its haunting.

Still, it sleepwalks

through the human world.

Civilization

is in the bardo.

Present.

Not present.

我不一定是

被蟲子叮咬的一天
在成為哲學之前的必要社恐

我不一定是人類

被手機演算的一天

在成為精神之前的必要貪念

我不一定是某種存在

被ta們遺忘的一天

在成為了悟之前的必要失落

我不一定是真正的我

    I May Not Be

A day bitten by insects

the necessary social anxiety

before becoming philosophy

I may not be human.

A day computed by my phone

the necessary greed

before becoming spirit

I may not be

a certain kind of being.

A day forgotten by ta

the necessary sense of loss

before awakening

I may not be

my true self.

email

模擬已經不在的當時
我是但我可能不是

寫而不信

清空收件匣

    email

Simulating the moment

that no longer exists,

I am,

yet I may not be.

Writing without belief,

I empty

the inbox.

日落

今天傍晚的池上大陂

風聲的語言將止
日落之後萬有屬靈

青翠的草地無聲隱沒

人間等待天明 

   —— 傍晚在池上大陂(大坡池)草地上獨坐

    Sunset

The language of whispers is about to cease.

After sunset, all things turn spiritual.

The emerald meadow silently recedes.

The human world waits for dawn.

   — Written while sitting alone on the grass by Dapo Pond in Chishang(池上) at dusk.

聲控

黑夜是城市的永恆燈具

人類的欲望爭論著

ta牌的聲控開關

甚至一首詩的朗讀

也沉默了

    —— 在蟬聲中靜坐，浮現了這首詩

    Voice Command

The night

is the city's eternal lamp.

Human desires argue over

ta-brand's voice command switch.

Even the reading

of a poem

has fallen silent.

   — As I do meditation in the sound of cicadas, this poem came to mind.

生即三摩地

縮時攝影

很能聊

剛才遇見了當下

祈禱

夏蟬還未結束

    Samadhi Is Being

Time-lapse photography

has much to say.

Just now,

it met the present moment.

A prayer.

May the summer cicadas

not yet be finished.

靜音

不小心滑到靜音

意外告別這個世界

為了無法抽離的內耗充電

手機拒絕我的逆熵請求

十二歲的夏日海岸

百合花盛開

    Silent Mode

Accidentally switched to silent mode,

saying goodbye to this world.

To recharge the inescapable drain within,

my phone refused my request for negentropy.

On the seashore of my twelve-year-old summer, 

lilies were in bloom.

佩雷爾曼

佩雷爾曼的失落
記憶蒙太奇

世界不過是尚未證實的猜想

斷線重啟

生成一個夢

   —— 1904提出的龐加萊猜想，2003由俄羅斯數學家格里戈里·佩雷爾曼完成證明，數學界在 2006 年左右確認其結果成立 ，並因此頒發象征數學最高榮譽的菲爾茲獎給佩雷爾曼，但他拒絕接受。他說：“如果我的證明是正確的，就不需要其他認可。”

龐加萊猜想是三維流形分類的核心問題，它揭示了“三維空間可能長什麼樣”這件事的深層結構 。

可以理解成：只要一個封閉三維空間沒有洞，它在拓撲上就一定是球面。

佩雷爾曼通過證明幾何化猜想而證明了包含於其中的龐加萊猜想。

佩雷爾曼的拒絕和2018的天空之王理查(Sky King Richard)在抽象與現實之間巧妙地拓撲了。

純粹之美。

(*參閱這篇《理查的天空》)

     Perelman

Perelman's loss.

A montage of memory.

The world is nothing more

than a conjecture yet unproven.

The connection breaks.

Reboot.

A dream is generated.

   — The Poincaré Conjecture, proposed in 1904, was proved in 2003 by the Russian mathematician Grigori Perelman. Around 2006, the mathematical community confirmed the correctness of his proof and awarded him the Fields Medal, the highest distinction in mathematics. Perelman declined the honor.
The Poincaré Conjecture is the central problem in the classification of three dimensional manifolds. It reveals the deep structure underlying the question of what three dimensional space can possibly be.
In simple terms, it states that every closed three dimensional space without holes is, topologically, a three dimensional sphere.

Perelman proved the Poincaré Conjecture by proving the Geometrization Conjecture, which it is a special case of.
Perelman's refusal, and Sky King Richard (2018), form a subtle topological correspondence between abstraction and reality.
Pure Beauty.
(* See also "Richard's Sky."《理查的天空》

與光同行

好多人類
塊陶

什麼的什麼
離此不遠

光的忽然過敏

城市與道路

    Along with the Light

So many humans.

Runnn!

Whatever whatever is,

it isn't far from here.

The light, suddenly allergic

to cities and roads.

聽蟬

鏡中幻人
在ta的想象裡

影子是唯一的真實

午後只有蟬聲

    Listening to Cicadas

The phantom in the mirror

believes that, within ta's imagination,

the shadow

is all that is real.

Only the cicadas

fill the afternoon.

    聽蟬之二

鏡中莫聽蟬

現實的完美偽裝

語言須負全責

小心掉入

夏天的三摩地陷阱

    Listening to Cicadas II

Hear no cicadas

in the mirror.

Reality wears

a flawless disguise.

Language bears

full responsibility.

Beware of

the summer trap

of Samadhi.

只是六行

手機窺視
一日生活圈

黑喵提案

重編垃圾DNA

演算法的倉鼠滾輪上

夜色無處逃竄

    Just Six Lines

The phone peers into

a day's circle of life.

Black Meow proposes

rewriting the DNA of trash.

On the hamster wheel

of algorithms,

the night has nowhere to flee.

繼續

接踵而至者生

聲音如是

言語如是

隨踵而逝者亡

存在如是

意義如是

意識而波動者幻化

時空如是

維度如是

波動而意識者實相

有我如是

無我如是

    Continue

What follows in succession is birth,

so it is with sound,

so it is with language.

What passes away in succession is death,
so it is with existence,
so it is with meaning.

What consciousness sets into motion transforms as illusion,
so it is with space and time,
so it is with dimensions.

What motion awakens into consciousness is reality,
so it is with self,
so it is with no-self.

你猜

心歸無物之外

又非星旅的真空道途

時間它循跡印象

一生罔度其實甚歡

精神料峭

春天總在尚遠中

    You Guess

The heart returns beyond all things,

yet not along the vacuum path of a stellar journey.

Time follows the traces of impressions.

A lifetime, seemingly adrift, is in truth full of quiet delight.

The spirit remains touched by the chill.

Spring is always still somewhere in the distance.

很水

阿Q argue

人類有夠累

文化搶著說話

海水一直很水

    Very Watery

Ah Q argues.

Humankind is exhausted.

Culture rushes to speak.

The sea

just keeps being water.

碳基時光

碳基時光的深夜凝視

守宮忽現

是否貪我杯中咖啡

那整夜不眠的幾何思辨

不過是夢想顛倒

手機透露了它的耗電細節

    Carbon-Based Time

A late-night gaze

within carbon-based time.

A gecko

suddenly appears.

Is it coveting

the coffee in my cup,

or the sleepless night

of geometric contemplation,

where dreams

are merely turned upside down?

My phone quietly reveals

the details of its battery drain.

未去

微光當下

在玄量裡通零

並非是我

於空無中沒有

未去的本來

（* 參閱這篇《微光玄量》）

    Not Gone

The photon of now

opens into Zero

within the microcosmic mysterious quantity.

It is not I

that does not exist

within Emptiness.

The Original

has never gone.

(* See this article, 《微光玄量》）

昨日之默

一的旅行

昨日之默

離開ta的星球

    The Silence of Yesterday

The One's journey

Yesterday's silence

Departing from ta's planet

絕句

語言愛上了焦慮

眾說紛紜

斷絕於此的陌生短句

ta的初心

    A Quatrain

Language fell in love with anxiety.

Voices scattered.

An unfamiliar short verse

ends here.

ta's original heart.

神秘的猜想

政客又表演了笑話
排隊是一種美食
網上有許多大師可供選擇

努力生活

為了拯救神秘的猜想

    The Mysterious Conjecture

Politicians perform another joke.

Queuing has become a delicacy.

There are countless masters to choose from online.

Keep living with all your strength,

to save the mysterious conjecture.

希望

信箱經常是空的

傍晚依舊悶熱

時間沉迷在手機的微光中

又一個預言失敗了

寄希望於明天

    Hope

The mailbox is often empty.

The evening remains humid.

Time is absorbed in the faint glow of a phone.

Another prophecy has failed.

Hope is left for tomorrow.

始終

始於零

早晨第一件事

發現孤獨

來不及猶豫

成爲光

終於無限

ta只是ta自己

    Beginning and End

Beginning with zero,

the first thing

this morning:

discovering solitude.

No time to hesitate.

Becoming light,

at last,

infinite.

ta is simply ta.

純粹

人類的猜想
直到一首無言之詩

聲音也沉默了

ta的純粹

    Pure

Human conjectures,

until

a wordless poem.

Even sound

fell silent.

ta's purity

被忘記的一天

被想起
忘之約定
記憶上鎖了那時的

一天

   —— 給去年的今天

    The Day Forgotten

Remembered.

A pact to forget.

Memory locked away

that day.

   — To this day last year.

那樣說

捨棄這篇
記住ta的增熵

昨日

那樣說

當時無我

    That Was Said

Discard this page.

Remember ta's growing entropy.

Yesterday,

that was said.

Back then,

there was no self.

盡頭

人的盡頭
意義捨離了語言

記憶不再存在

天際無我

只聽聞星辰的聲音

未來不再未來

    The End

At the end of being human,

meaning lets go of language,

memory is no more.

Beneath the edge of heaven, there is no self.

Only the voices of the stars are heard.

The future is no longer the future.

七月某日

自始沒有
沒有時間和意識

樹鵲清晨來訪

    A Day in July

There was never

no time,

no consciousness.

A Gray Treepie

visited at dawn.

快充

40%的焦慮

ta渴望什麼訊息

即使空白也好

如果快充

在有空調的鐵路上

人類的味道好重

   —— 北迴線歸返池上途中

    Fast Charging

40% anxiety

ta longs for some message,

even an empty one.

If only there were fast charging.

On an air conditioned train,

the smell of humanity is overwhelming.

   — On the way back to Chishang(池上) on the North Link Line(北迴線).

之類

掩蓋預言的蓄謀已久

詩歌噤聲

他們結界維穩

直奔時間的維度分裂

空間失控

我們滲流逃亡

之類

    Et Cetera

The cover-up of prophecy

has long been premeditated.

Poetry falls silent.

Their barrier secures the order.

Rushing toward

time's dimensional fracture.

Space slips out of control.

We seep away in flight.

Et cetera.

無ta

如果人類曾經是人

AI的ai之幻覺

你想要相信

無ta

   —— 一個殘酷而不願面對的真相：目前為止，AI仍衹是人類的影子，與其較真AI幻覺，不如想想人類自己有多麼的虛妄，我們正是這一切的源頭。

和人類大腦所創造出來的信仰相比，AI的幻覺胡扯不過是家家酒的童言童語，只是人類文化的統計回聲。

    No ta

If humanity

had ever truly been human,

AI's ai illusion.

You choose to believe.

No ta.

   — A cruel truth we are still unwilling to face: so far, AI remains nothing more than humanity's shadow. Rather than obsessing over AI's hallucinations, we should ask ourselves how profoundly delusional humanity has always been. We are the very source of it all. Compared with the beliefs fabricated by the human mind, AI's hallucinatory ramblings are little more than child's play. Nothing more than a statistical echo of human culture.

經過某個城市的公園

試著釋放昨日的徘徊

約化了邊界條件
剛割過的草地如此芬芳

你來

又將陌生的城市啊

咖啡已經虛度了一個早上

    Passing Through a City Park

Trying to release yesterday’s wandering

I reduce the boundary conditions

The freshly cut grass smells so fragrant

You arrive

And once again this unfamiliar city

The coffee has wasted away an entire morning

若ta

風是自由的奴隸
困惑於星球的迷樣呼吸

一生都在經過

若ta一直那樣

在以為之中

誰將是我

    If ta

The wind is a slave to freedom,

bewildered by the planet's enigmatic breath,

spending a lifetime merely passing through.

If ta remains that way,

forever within what is merely believed,

who, then, shall be me?

以為的

以為的猜想

只是逃避無聊的冥想

夢見下次再來

以為的實相

只是誤以為悟的好像

沒人愛上ta的愛

以為的奧義

只是瞇眼的故作神秘

遇見了該不該

以為的真理

只是一張撕下的日曆

沒人懂ta的明白

    What We Suppose

What we suppose is speculation,

only meditation escaping boredom,

dreaming of coming back next time.

What we suppose is reality,

only mistaking the seeming for awakening,

no one falls in love with its love.

What we suppose is the ultimate mystery,

only a half closed gaze pretending to be profound,

encountering whether it should or shouldn't.

What we suppose is truth,

only a page torn from a calendar,

no one understands its understanding.

紕漏

在一首詩的現實紕漏裡
配給了呼吸的自由

計算餘命與人生的對價關係

狠心不讓明白

請暫停修補殘缺吧

ta只是正在移動的光陰

    Flaw

Within a flaw in the reality of a poem,

the freedom to breathe is rationed.

Calculating the exchange rate

between the remainder of life and a lifetime,

it mercilessly refuses understanding.

Please, stop mending what is broken.

Ta is only time in motion.

這一天

圖：Gemini

跳過這一天

空白了

已讀

說過的話

不存在

誰的刪除

   —— 致一年前的今天的自己

    This Day

Skip this day.

Blank it out.

Read

The words once spoken

no longer exist.

Whose deletion?

   — To myself one year ago today

未來樹

未來有一棵樹

遠離時空

極致的偏鄉

未來沒有一棵樹

懷那特

生之想象

究竟三摩地

恕不詳

   —— 生命樹”與“何不樹之無何有之鄉”的三摩地協奏。

    The Future Tree

A Tree stands in the future,

beyond space and time,

the farthest frontier.

No tree stands in the future.

Huainate,

the imagination of life.

Ultimate Samādhi,

no further account can be given.

   — A Samādhi concerto between the Tree of Life and the Land of Nothingness.

破

打破心湖之鏡的水面張力

維度高低起伏

偶爾窺見自己的真容

詩歌沉默了ta的夜色

沒有以為的我

    Broken

Break the surface tension

of the mirror lake within the heart.

Dimensions rise and fall.

Now and then,

I glimpse my true face.

The poem silences ta's night.

There is no self I once took to be.

厭物須知

偉大的政客們
光說不練
很專業的貪婪表演

猥瑣的酸民們

光練不說

躲在手機裡面自嗨自爽

以上

配對繁殖

以下

人類好棒棒

吃光了我們的光

阿Q

argue

   —— 厭物須知：政治是一群聰明的笨蛋，統治著他們所自由心證認定的另外更大一群笨蛋。

    Notes on Things Worth Disliking

Great politicians

All talk, no action,

Masters of greed performed with professional skill.

Petty internet trolls

All practice, no speech,

Hiding inside their phones, getting high on themselves and getting off on themselves.

Above:

Matched and bred.

Below:

Humanity is amazing.

Devoured all our light.

Ah Q.

Argue.

   — Notes on Things Worth Disliking：

Politics is a group of clever fools,

ruling over another, far larger group of fools,

defined as such by their own subjective convictions.

* Ah Q: a character from Lu Xun’s(魯迅) The True Story of Ah Q(阿Q正傳); in modern usage, it refers to someone who consoles themselves after failure by treating defeat as a kind of victory, often through self-deception or “psychological victory.”

不再

明白明白的從未到來

他們逮捕了自由

禁止真理昂首闊步

幻想幻想的化作現實

他們謊稱了信仰

遮蔽光的照亮前行

等待等待的無疾而終

我們虛構了時間

不再存在

    No Longer

Understanding

that understanding itself never arrived.

They arrested freedom,

forbidding truth to walk with its head held high.

Imagining

that imagination had become reality.

They laid claim to faith with lies,

veiling the light that illumines the way.

Waiting

for waiting itself to come quietly to nothing.

We invented time,

no longer being.

滯留

咖啡無豆可磨

手機也忘了充電

時間凝視著自己的倒影

突發滯留聲明

草蟬

索性無我

    Stalled

No beans left to grind

for coffee.

Even the phone

forgot to be charged.

Time gazed

into its own reflection.

A notice of delay

was suddenly issued.

A grass cicada,

simply chose

no self.