一座演化中的島嶼

Everything durable is the gift of an instant.
-- Gaston Bachelard

Rilkean heart, I looked for you
To give me transcendent experiences
To transport me out of self and aloneness
And alienation into a sense of oneness
And connection, ecstatic and magical.
I became a junkie for it.
I came looking for the next high
and I'm sorry I've been
putting the search on the wrong place


I understand that you're confused, feeling overwhelmed
Well that's a feeling state from then, the reality


With cleaning up my emotion of life
and I'm getting in touch with myself
I'm beginning to ground myself
in my own sense of being as an entity
One entity on the planet, becoming truly self-reliant
and becoming connected with something beyond me
and that is where i have to go, I'm so sorry i've been
putting the search on the wrong place.


You're lost and don't know what to do. But that's not all of you
That's your reality today, and that is all okay.
I understand that you're confused, feeling overwhelmed
Well that's a feeling state from then, the reality

Paul Célan (1920-1970)
tr. Pierre Joris


Before your late face,
a loner
wandering between
nights that change me too,
something came to stand,
which was with us once already, un-
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Paul Célan (1920-1970)
tr. Michael Hamburger


To stand in the shadow
of the scar up in the air.


To stand-for-no-one-and-nothing.
Unrecognized,
for you
alone.


With all there is room for in that,
even without
language.　　



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Paul Célan (1920-1970)
tr. Michael Hamburger


This is time's eye:
it squints out
from under a seven-hued eyebrow.
Its lid is washed clean by fires,
its tears is hot steam


Towards it the blind star flies
and melt at the eyelash that's hotter:
it's growing warm in the world
and the dead
burgeon and flower.


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從一座花園，我的思緒，朝向你而去。
── Lou Andreas Salomé to Rainer Maria Rilke　　

Heaven, hell, the distance is either minute, or infinite.
-- Maurice Blanchot

Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.
-- Salman Rushdie

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


I HAVE not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the strength now
To break it to the bee.


I will not name it in the street,
For shops would stare, that I,
So shy, so very ignorant,
Should have the face to die.


The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,


Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!

即使在我沒能寫信的時候，也時常把意念送往你的方向。
── Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andreas Salomé