• Marriage

    2005-10-17

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    结 婚

     

    我该结婚吗?我该好好做人吗?
    我的丝绒礼服和浮士德式披风能吓倒隔壁的姑娘吗?
    不带她去电影院却要去墓地
    跟她尽说些狼人的浴盆和调音单簧管
    然后就想要她想吻她想做所有的准备活动
    但她却跑得远远我也明白这是为什么
    没有发火只是说你一定会有感觉的!真是美妙的感觉!
    不必把她抱在我的怀里歪顶着一块不牢靠的破墓碑
    在整个夜晚在满天星空下面向她求爱——

    等到她要把我引见给她的父母
    背要挺直,头发再梳一次,领带往死里勒紧,
    我能双膝并拢坐在她家沙发的三等席
    并且一直不问洗手间在哪里吗?
    这种感觉要跟我的老样子相差得多远,
    总是想起《闪客戈登》肥皂剧——
    哦对一个男青年来说这肯定非常恐怖
    要坐在一家人面前而这家人却在想
    我们以前从来没有见过他!他想要我们的玛丽!
    吃完茶和自家做的糕饼他们就问我你是靠什么生活的?
    我能跟他们说吗?他们还会喜欢我吗?
    他们会不会说好吧结婚吧,我们虽然失去一个女儿
    但我们会赚回一个儿子——
    然后我就可以问洗手间在哪里了吗?

    哦上帝,哦婚礼!她有一大帮亲戚一大帮朋友
    而我可怜巴巴的那几个都衣衫破烂胡子拉渣
    就只知道等着去喝酒去吃东西——
    还有一个牧师!他正打量着我好像我正在手淫
    他问我你愿意娶这位女士做你的合法妻子吗?
    而我战战兢兢不知说些什么就说“大馅饼”!
    我吻新娘那一大堆野汉子把我掴到后边
    她是你们大家的,伙计们!哈哈-哈哈!
    而在他们眼里你会看到一个淫荡的蜜月在等着呢——

    然后就是那些个荒唐的米饭和叮叮当当的罐头和鞋子
    尼亚加拉瀑布啦!我们的大包小包啦!老公啦!老婆啦!鲜花啦!巧克力啦!
    通通流进舒适的大饭店
    通通要在今晚干同一件事情
    那个冷冰冰的服务生他知道要发生什么
    那些休息室僵尸他们知道
    那个吹口哨的电梯员他知道
    那些打眼色的侍者知道
    每个人都知道!我已经快要什么都干不成了!
    整夜没睡!盯住饭店服务生死死不放!
    尖叫:我否认蜜月!我否认蜜月!
    疯狂地冲进那些快要达到高潮状态的套房
    大吼“电波肚”!“卡特铲”!
    哦我要永远住在尼亚加拉!在瀑布底下一个漆黑的山洞里
    我要呆在这儿,一个“蜜月狂人”策划破坏婚姻的方案,一次重婚的鞭笞
    一个离婚的圣徒——

    但我应该结婚我应该好好做人
    下班后回到她身边是多么美好
    我坐在壁炉前她呆在厨房里
    系着围裙年轻又可爱被小孩子要个没完
    我是多么幸福她烧着烤牛肉
    然后过来唤我我从我的老头椅爬起来
    抱怨“圣诞牙”!“辐射脑”!“苹果聋”!
    上帝啊我已经成了一个什么丈夫!对,我应该结婚!
    有很多事要做!比如深更半夜摸进琼斯先生的屋子
    把他的高尔夫球杆藏在1920年的挪威书本底下
    比如挂一幅兰波的画在剪草机上
    比如把塔努图瓦邮票贴满栅栏的每一根木桩
    比如等老实太太又来收社区基金费
    抢光她并告诉她今天有不祥之兆!
    然后等律师来叫我投票就对他说
    什么时候你才去制止人们捕鲸!
    还有等送奶员来的时候给他留张条子在奶瓶里
    企鹅粉,给我企鹅粉,我要企鹅粉——

    然而如果我应该结婚如果我能住在康涅狄格在大雪天
    她生了一个孩子而我睡不着,筋疲力尽,
    夜夜惊醒,额头顶着幽静的窗户,往昔落在我的身后,
    发现自我在那些最平凡的位置上一个战战兢兢的男人
    深知责任不是“毛细涂片”不是“罗马金币羹”——
    哦那会成怎么一副模样!
    的确我得靠它换取一个奶嘴一个橡皮的塔西佗
    换一袋子咔啦啦响的烂巴赫唱片
    德拉·弗兰切斯卡钉满在它的摇床
    希腊字母表缝满在它的围嘴
    然后为它的童车修建一座没有屋顶的巴台农神庙

    不,我怀疑我能不能做这样的父亲
    没有庄园没有雪没有幽静的窗户
    只有臭烘烘的纽约城
    苍蝇天天飞,蟑螂耗子墙里钻
    一个赖希派肥婆在票子上面怪叫“去找份工作”!
    五个鼻涕虫崽子爱上了蝙蝠侠
    那些邻居牙齿缺缺枯发掉光
    就像十八世纪的老妖婆
    都要进屋来看电视
    房东要来讨他的租金
    还有杂货店蓝十字电气哥伦布慈济会
    不可能舒舒服服躺着梦想打个雪情电话,幽灵停车场——
    不!我不该结婚而且我应该永不结婚!
    但是——想想如果我能娶到一个漂亮的老练的女人
    高个儿白皙身穿典雅的黑礼服和黑色的长手套
    一只手握着烟斗另一只是高杯威士忌
    而我们高高地住在一间阁楼有一扇巨大的窗
    从那里我们能看到整个纽约以及更遥远更清晰的明天
    不我不能想象自己娶一个舒适的囚徒之梦——

    哦,但爱情怎么了?我忘掉了爱情
    不是我没有能力去爱
    只是因为在我看来爱情就像一对不配套的鞋——
    我从没想过要娶一个跟我妈一样的姑娘
    而且英格丽·褒曼又总是不可能
    而且即便有一个姑娘但她又已经结婚了
    而且我又不喜欢男人而且——
    但那样就要变成某某人了!
    因为如果我六十岁了还没有结婚,
    孤零零呆在配套出租屋里内裤上尿迹斑斑
    而其他的男人全都结婚了!整个世界能嫁的只剩我!

    啊,不管怎样我还是知道如果一个女人有可能而我也有可能
    那么婚姻就有可能——
    就像“她”在孤零零的异国浓妆艳抹等待着她的埃及情人
    我也在等待——两千年的鳏居之后生命的沐浴。

    'Marriage' by Gregory Corso

    Should I get married? Should I be good?
    Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?
    Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
    tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
    then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
    and she going just so far and I understanding why
    not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!
    Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
    and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky-

    When she introduces me to her parents
    back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
    should I sit with my knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
    and not ask Where's the bathroom?
    How else to feel other than I am,
    often thinking Flash Gordon soap-
    O how terrible it must be for a young man
    seated before a family and the family thinking
    We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
    After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?

    Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
    Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter
    but we're gaining a son-
    And should I then ask Where's the bathroom?

    O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
    and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
    just wait to get at the drinks and food-
    And the priest! he looking at me as if I masturbated
    asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
    And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
    I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
    She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
    And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on-
    Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
    Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
    All streaming into cozy hotels
    All going to do the same thing tonight
    The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
    The lobby zombies they knowing what
    The whistling elevator man he knowing
    Everybody knowing! I'd almost be inclined not to do anything!
    Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
    Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
    running rampant into those almost climactic suites
    yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
    O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
    I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner
    devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy
    a saint of divorce-

    But I should get married I should be good
    How nice it'd be to come home to her
    and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
    aproned young and lovely wanting my baby
    and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
    and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
    saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
    God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married!
    So much to do! Like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night
    and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
    Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
    like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
    like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
    grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
    And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
    When are you going to stop people killing whales!
    And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
    Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust-

    Yes if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow
    and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
    up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
    finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
    knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear nor Roman coin soup-
    O what would that be like!
    Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
    For a rattle a bag of broken Bach records
    Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
    Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
    And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon

    No, I doubt I'd be that kind of father
    Not rural not snow no quiet window
    but hot smelly tight New York City
    seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
    a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
    And five nose running brats in love with Batman
    And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
    like those hag masses of the 18th century
    all wanting to come in and watch TV
    The landlord wants his rent
    Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
    impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking-
    No! I should not get married! I should never get married!
    But-imagine if I were married to a beautiful sophisticated woman
    tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
    holding a cigarette holder in one hand and a highball in the other
    and we lived high up in a penthouse with a huge window
    from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
    No, can't imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream-

    O but what about love? I forget love
    not that I am incapable of love
    It's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-
    I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
    And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
    And there's maybe a girl now but she's already married
    And I don't like men and-
    But there's got to be somebody!
    Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married,
    all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
    and everybody else is married! All the universe married but me!

    Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
    then marriage would be possible-
    Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
    so i wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

    —— 注:——

    狼人的浴盆和调音单簧管,werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets,诗中指恐怖故事?
    沙发的三等席,3rd degree sofa,一圈沙发的次席末座。
    闪客戈登,Flash Gordon,一个类似超人、蝙蝠侠的科幻漫画、影视剧。
    大馅饼,Pie Glue,指一种有图案或造型的花式馅饼。
    电波肚,Radio belly,不知道。
    卡特铲,Cat shovel,卡特比勒挖掘机。
    圣诞牙,Christmas teeth,西方民间故事。
    辐射脑,Radiant brains,一个通俗小说。
    苹果聋,Apple deaf,不知道。以上三项在诗中均指“我”不做家务的各种托辞。
    塔努图瓦,Tannu Tuva,地区名。诗中指三角形、菱形的珍贵邮票。
    企鹅粉,Penguin dust,可能是一种用于咖啡、红茶、牛奶的白色粉末状调料,不详。
    康涅狄格,诗中可能泛指美国典型的新英格兰生活,优渥、稳定、安宁、有教养、有思想,有小烦恼,还有一个庄园。
    毛细涂片,twig smear,不详。1958年在巴黎,柯索写本诗前曾为友人肯尼思·廷德尔的浪漫新婚题词:“All's twig smear and cordury eggs”,诗中所指可能与这件事有关。
    罗马金币羹,Roman coin soup,可能是一种食品名,不详。
    巴赫唱片,Bach records,另外也有“单身汉档案”的意思。
    德拉·弗兰切斯卡,Della Francesca,(1420-1492),意大利文艺复兴时期著名画家。
    苍蝇天天飞,seven flights up,原指每周七个航班。航班(flight)和“苍蝇”(fly)同音。
    赖希派,Reichian,心理学家赖希(W. Reich 1897-1957)认为性压抑会导致心理问题和社会问题。
    雪情电话,Telephone snow,北美严寒地区气象机构开设的雪情热线电话,号码一般为“SNOW”。
    幽灵停车场,ghost parking,可能指滑雪场空置的停车场或废车停放场,不详。

    罗池译稿/200132


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  • 柯尔索的诗是我近年的最爱之一!啊。