Blindness

死穴

每個人都有他自己的盲點 自己看不到。人類看不到 自己的看不到 — —

也看不到自己 如屍體行走坐臥

直到一天 夜晚的黑暗鋪天蓋地而來 咚咚敲打聲 從上下四方向他擠壓 — —

數年之後人們敲開棺木，發現 棺材板上佈滿一道又一道 深入木紋肌理的 靈魂掙扎的爪痕

— 選自陳克華《嘴臉》

我在國立台灣大學的《創意翻譯工作坊：臺灣當代詩歌之英譯》課程中開始翻譯詩的旅程。我的老師喬直（George O’Connell ）和史春波（Diana Shi）同時也有自己的journal ，若有興趣看老師們或是工作坊中的其他作品，歡迎參觀。

這篇作品因為後續沒有在課堂選入討論，在徵得老師同意之後，我自行編輯潤稿，並發佈到個人部落格上。

Blindness

People’s sights have their limits. They cannot see that they are not seeing —

They don’t see themselves strolling, sitting, lying as zombies.

Until one day, the darkness invades, knocking, thrusting, from all directions in overwhelming ways — After years, while others pry open the coffin. Surprised to see those deep scratches, left by soul when it struggled.

— translated from Chen Kehua (陳克華)’s poetry anthology Masks that people wear (嘴臉)

I worked on the translation last year when I was working with creative writing poetry translation workshop in NTU; the workshop was led by editors George O’Connell and Diana Shi. This piece was not further discussed and rendered by the workshop at the time, so I refined and published it here under my own name.

For works that are collectively discussed, rendered and published, you’re welcome to have a look at the journal .