霍俊明
Huo Junming
霍俊明，诗人、批评家，文学博士后，河北丰润人，现居北京。首都师范大学中国诗歌研究中心兼职研究员、中国现代文学馆首届客座研究员、特邀研究员。诗集《有些事物替我们说话》《怀雪》、著作有《转世的桃花：陈超评传》、《尴尬的一代》《从广场到地方》《变动、修辞与想象》等。曾获《诗刊》年度青年理论家奖、《扬子江》诗学奖、《人民文学》《南方文坛》年度批评家表现奖等。
Huo Junming is a poet, critic and scholar. He was born in Fengrun, Hebei and now lives in Beijing. He has published two books of poetry, including Some Things Speak for Us and Cherishing Snow. His other books: The Reincarnation of Peach Blossoms: Chen Chao's Biography; The Embarrassing Generation; Poetic Spirits of the New Century; From the Square to the Local; and Replacement, Rhetoric and Imagination. He has received the annual Youth Theorist Prize in Poetry, the Yangzi River Poetics Award, and the People's Literature and Southern Literary World Critics of the Year Award.
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武庆云
Edna Wu
武庆云是《云雨情：中国到美国回忆录》、《伊甸园里俩夏娃, 男妈妈》和《单一鸟》的作者。她的主要学术与翻译著作有：《中英乌托邦文学中的女权统治》（1996年《选择》杂志杰出学术著作）、《繁华梦：王筠传奇》《第三只眼》、《远方有个女儿国》等。她是加州州立大学中文教授。
Edna Wu is the author of Clouds & Rain: A China-to-America Memoir, Two Eves in the Garden of Eden & A Male Mother, and A Single-Winged Bird. Her major academic and translation publications include Female Rule in Chinese and English Literary Utopias (A 1996 CHOICE Outstanding Academic Book), A Dream of Glory: A Chuanqi Play by Wang Yun, a novel about the Chinese People's Liberation Army: The Third Eye, and The Remote Country of Women. She is professor of Chinese at California State University, Los Angeles.
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收拾一条东海岸寄来的干鱼
板硬得像一段上了色的枯木
盐粒簌簌崩落
生活在黄昏又多了一层咸苦
把它们用清水泡软
盐和鱼都来自大海
捕鱼的和晒盐的都是彼此的陌生人
你和另一个人隔着日常之水
北方的夜带着即将降临的雪意
鳞片在冬天的白瓷灯下闪亮
一个个揭开
片瓦不存的屋顶
薄硬干脆的鳞片弹射进水池里，案板上
地上也是
还带到了卧室的地板上
其他的被池水带入更深的下方和黑暗
几天后
那些鳞片还沾在我的头发里
裤子的褶皱上，夹杂在
毛衣上，鞋帮里
我带着这些鱼鳞
走在北方的街上
那些暗处的亮光
没有任何人察觉
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Cleaning a dried fish mailed from the East Coast
I found its flat body as hard as colored dead wood
With salt granules falling like an avalanche
It adds another layer of salty bitterness to my life at dusk
I softened them in the pure water
Salt and fish both come from the sea
Yet the fisherman and the salt worker are strangers to each other
Just like you and the other are partitioned by the water of routine life
The northern night was heralding a snowstorm
With fish scales glistening in the white porcelain lamp light of the winter
Unscaled piece by piece
A roof completely stripped of its tiles
The thin hard and crispy scales shot into the sink, onto the chopping board,
Down to the ground
Some leaping to the bedroom floor and
The rest being flushed deep into the underworld and darkness
A few days later
Those scales are still sticking on my hair and
Between the creases of my pants, blending with the wool of
My sweater and swimming in my shoes
I am carrying those fish scales and
Walking on the street in the northern land
Of those lights twinkling in the dark crevices
No one has been aware.
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每次起夜去洗手间
我都会愣在那里几秒钟
仿佛母亲突然走失了
她的假牙正浸泡在瓷杯的盐水里
村里曾经有一个大傻子
每天光着屁股乱跑
作为一个男人
我却从来不敢直视他的裆部
废品收购站的墙角
有一个一米多高的破烂的史努比
它有时站着，有时躺着，有时又跪着
像极了一个人的一生
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Every night when I got up to urinate
I would be standing in the bathroom, stupefied for a few seconds
As if my mother suddenly went lost while
Her denture was still soaked in the salt water of the porcelain cup
There used to be a big fool in the village
Running around every day with naked butt
But being a man
I never dared to look direct at his crotch
At the corner of the Recycling Station
A tattered Snoopy, over a meter high, is
Occasionally standing, occasionally lying down, occasionally squatting
Exactly like the life of a human being.
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几分钟前
那里是一群鸽子
远远看去
那里是白雪一片
只是偶尔转身
或短暂起飞
那些灰黑色的尾羽才展现出来
更多的时候
它们在下午的阴影里
那些白蜡树
叶片早已落光
声音也被带走了
它们咕咕的叫声
仿佛喉管里塞着小石子
或者一小把棉絮
红色的爪子贴着瓦上的轻霜
它们什么时候踱出笼子
又是什么时候飞回去的
我们并不知晓
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A few minutes ago
There was a flock of pigeons
Looking from a distance away
I saw a blizzard of snow there
Only at a few moments when they were shifting their bodies
Or fluttering around
Did they flash their grayish black tail feathers
More often
They stood in the shadow of the afternoon
Those white-candle trees
With leaves already fallen
And voice also taken away
The sound they made
As if there is a small stone
Or a cotton swab stuck in the throat
Their red claws clutch against the light frost on the tiles
When do they stroll out of the cage?
When do they fly back?
We simply don't know.
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