Fan Jinghua: Writing

　　　　　Writing

Writing, yes, it is a habit by default, like a sculpture, its eyeballs
Chiseled out, and its material texture seems able to change
Its rigidity, but the sun has always known the truth, the rain too;
Still, the sun does not care
Whether the surface will get hot or not, and smooth or not it may be,
The rain will fall down or dry up. Then, inevitably, a bird will fly past,
And the air does not bother to remember its flight. The bird, of course,
Really flies past, although this should not be anything to anything, especially
Not to the bird, for flying is its born way of existence, and it doesn’t prove
Anything. As for poetry, ah, writing it is a bad habit, literally;
We cannot fly
And still we are always fantasizing the ability,
Like a statue looking at its own shadow, thinking itself flying.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Sept. 24, 2009


　　　　写

写，是一种积习，是的，就像一座雕塑，眼球
被挖空，材料的质地似乎可以改变它的僵硬，
其实太阳一直知道，雨一直知道，
至于它的表面热不热，光滑与否，
太阳并不在乎，雨会流掉或晒干。
然后，必然会有一只鸟飞过去，空气
根本不屑于记得。当然，那只鸟真的飞过，
只是谁那不该把它当回事，尤其对那只鸟而言，
飞是它生来的生存方式，真的没什么。
而写诗，哈，想把诗写出来，那是一种恶习，
我们不会飞，
却一直总是在妄想着那样的能力，
犹如一座雕塑，看着影子，就自以为在飞。
　　　　　　　　　　　2009年9月24日