Ouyang Yu Bilingual Blog

 

 

 

  English A Small Voice I want to return once more to the lowest point— free like wild grass, reaching upward like wild grass, resilient like wild grass. Always lifting my head toward the sky; and when I lower it, always turning toward the earth beneath the roots of grass. There is a voice within me. From tens of thousands of years ago, across the vastness of cosmic space, it speaks to me in a small voice. (AI-assisted translation) Español Una Voz Pequeña Quiero volver de nuevo al punto más bajo, libre como la hierba silvestre, elevándome como la hierba silvestre, positiva y vital como la hierba silvestre. Siempre con la mirada hacia el cielo; y cuando bajo la cabeza, siempre hacia la tierra que yace bajo las raíces de la hierba. Hay una voz dentro de mí. Desde hace decenas de miles de años, a través de la inmensidad del espacio cósmico, me habla en voz baja. (Traducción asistida por IA) العربية صوت خافت أريد أن أعود من جديد إلى أدنى نقطة، حرًّا كالعشب البري، صاعدًا كالعشب البري، م...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  13 while the feeling returns season after season that you are married to the earth in a shit-it-eat-it way that the best fruit comes from the worst emissions and by eating the thing we grow we are eating ourselves new and raw with the passage of time 10 don't blame me for having stopped writing altogether ever since i went west what am i supposed to write about and where am i supposed to publish the chinese newspapers and magazines overseas being so money-minded and sex-centred taiwan and hong kong too far away and the mainland too politically exclusive my chinese daily growing stale like an opened beer can never drunk or a too old body that can't sell itself even when fully exposed to the public view day and night how strange it is that you had thought anything was possible once you went west which was supposed to be the solution to all the chinese communist problems: overcrowding lack of sex weekly political sessions centralized collectivism worshipping of a deified persona...

  12 sophisticated instruments what is now passing through my mind then already petrified in a land with nothing to be archaeological about anyway my three-room house is already bought with specialists' assurances that there is nothing cylindrical nor circular passing underneath not even a rat's hole that an archaeologist like you doesn't have to worry about anything except paperwork on the intertextuality of archaeological findings i suppose he's right what is there left for an archaeologist to do when history is only a blank page written with unmemorized years when a house has to be bought without anything hollow running under it 9 market gardener yeh that's what i am sort of gardening for the tiniest market of my own family they say the law stipulates that you can't use human urine and shit they say you can use chemicals because it's healthy for them perhaps not for me for gardening is really a shit-it-eat-it process a bit like pornography when someone sh...

  11 to this day after some seven years of unsuccess i still do not understand why they gave me the money at all to support a project of uncovering what is never there anywhere in australia like excavating a virgin mind that knows no human history i'm more interested for example in getting deeper knowledge of a building site as to whether there is any big pipeline or sewerage running underneath a house that i want to buy or how to turn the space of a back garden into another house in the future recently it has just come to my notice that i am more an archaeologist of identities than of anything else i mean that identity is something resembling the part of history you are keen on unearthing when you get to the bottom of it you find what is originally supposed to be this becomes that my english is bad and i'm afraid that i do not explain myself let me put it another way identity is a piece of tang that serves only to show the existence of non-tang if you get it out of the earth f...