● 电视多动症

森子　作 / 阿九　 译

此时，刺耳的噪声
装进了黑夜的布袋
鼓胀疲惫皮囊的公交车
已转过二七塔，看表演的欲望
从电视机中伸出肉体的舌头
它抓起一个儿童当卷心菜
吞到胃里。没有惊慌
他的日常没有骚动
控制耳朵的音量，只需
拧一拧鼻子，操起茶杯
饮橙色的爱情饮料
“咕咕噜噜”，一个穿泳装
的模特儿，在他的神经中枢潜泳
比起荧屏上袒胸露臂的姑娘
他活得太胆小，比起那些
木偶的操纵者，他的情感
又过剩，民间的牢骚在政府
机制中粉饰了胆小鬼的太平
转换频道，他陷入了某个
滑稽喜剧的情节中------
清洁工、新闻记者、银行行长
涂过油彩之后还是不一样
行长不去扫雪，依然是洁白的
清洁工不唱赞歌，怕垃圾堆满城
记者不去控制汇率，他知道
自己爱撒谎。三段论的推测
子虚乌有，被黑夜扒下的
白天我们再穿上
只有衣服看见肉体
抒情者钟情野史和传奇
唯美主义的眼光更适合
商品经济市场。挑选吧
老板吆喝：在你未出世之前
就已做好了你所需要的一切
虽然可能有一点小毛病
但那是你先天营养不良造成的
当然，办法是现成的
做减肥操，到美容院垫高胸脯
或鼻梁，再配上金色的假发套
你一定能适合这件衣裳
哈哈，衣服总是等待它的情人
像布罗斯基所说“它来到
我们中间寻找骑手。”
骑上商品的骏马，新闻记者
的屁股都是红的，首先
他要游山玩水，到电视机里
抓一大把情人；清洁工摇摇头
他尝过被炒鱿鱼的滋味
56岁的行长，昨天刚过
50岁生日，对他来说重复
是人生的乐趣，停滞不前的
年龄正好适应于改革的进程
保持青春并不意味着牺牲
这要根据剧情的需要
借助化妆师的手，他可以
像列宁那样回到一九一八
也可以是修铁路的保尔·柯察金
但他决不去演领退休金的
叶利钦。他想起了冬妮亚
一股巴黎香水味扑鼻而来
他现在的生活情趣，已与
冬妮亚的气味相投了……
电视画面戛然而止，于是
就有人骂，老虎咬了220伏电线
救护车，演员穿上白大褂
紧急出动，五号路口、六号家属区
总机：有人得了电视多动症

1996.11       2000.11修订
选自《阵地》总第五期


TV Hyperactivity

Now, the harsh noise has been dumped
Into the garbage bag of darkness,
A bus, used up to its shell, is turning around
The February Seventh Tower, feeling
An itch to show spread its fleshy tongue
Out of the TV set. It catches a child like a cabbage
And gulps it, feeling nothing is unusual.
His daily life lacks agitation
But too much volume control against his ears.
He tweaks his nose, holding a cup
Of passion-like orange juice and ends up with
Some gurgles and rumbles. A model
In bikini is diving in his ganglia.
Compared to the barely-covered girl on the screen,
He looks so timid, yet far more
Emotional than a puppeteer. Grouses
Among the people have prettified a cowardly
Peace among government institutions.
Hardly tuned to another channel, he finds himself
Trapped in a hilarious comedy
Of a dustman, a journalist, and a bank manager.
Face-painting does effect a good change:
The manager keeps looking white if he didn't sweep
The snowy street, but the dustman refuses to
Chant the old hymns lest the city should be taken
By garbage. The reporter doesn't bother himself
To control exchange rates; he knows
He lies a lot. Syllogism produces
Nothing. What was stripped off by the dark
Is put on again in the daytime,
But only the clothes see the body,
Lyrists have a crash on sagas and legends only,
While esthetic insights better suit
Market economy. Choose as you want,
Says the stall-keeper, because all you need
Had been ready before you were born,
Despite a little bit flaw. It can be
Explained by your congenital malnutrition.
A remedy, of course, is ready but you need to
Do some exercise, or a cosmetic surgery
For your breasts and nose at a hospital
Before buying yourself a wig.
This suit surely fits you perfectly well.
Ah, clothes always await their lovers
In a way Brodsky once described, "It comes
Among us in search of a caballero."
Riding the horse of goods, the reporter
Blushed in his pants. He badly needed a tour
To local attractions, and probably an affair
With the cable TV. The dustman shakes his head,
Knowing the taste of being kicked out.
For the 56-year-old manager, who has just had
His 50-th birthday cake, repetition is really
A delight of life. His stagnant age
Perfectly keeps pace with the standstill in reform.
You don’t need to lose anything to keep young;
Age should obey the plot of the play.
With the help of the dresser, he would rather
Go back to 1918 to safeguard Lenin
Or act Pavel Kozakin, a railway platelayer,
Than figuring the Yeltsin living on his pension.
While he was dreaming of his Donya,
Her Parisian perfume spread it fragrance.
His present interests show
That he is most congenial to her....
Somebody starts shouting the instant the screen
Turns dark: A tiger attacked at a 220V power line.
Ambulance. Actors in white gown dash out like
An emergency call-out. No. 5 intersection,
No. 6 residential area, general service:
Somebody's suffering from a TV hyperactivity.

Nov., 1996, revised Nov., 2000.
From The Front, Vol. 5.