'it was just at that moment'

By Ouyang Yu

 


I wrote this poem years ago in 2002 in Sydney and now, I self-translated it into Chinese a couple of days ago for my smashing friends, as follows, with more comments to follow:


Comments at Otherland原乡砸诗群：

“我更想明白这位个子不高的男人，在午夜在悉尼在冷清的街道在啤酒🍺 面前如何把自己彻底孤独入醉” （DE)

“我在想可能是先去了悉尼歌曲院，再“遇到”这个中国脸的人，里面的“你”是不存在的，看到的人物是自己？” （DE）

"街道上是啤酒，而啤酒是陌生人，这是何其的孤独啊" (PP）

‘The stranger is yu without o’ （Chaos)

“大街流成啤酒，啤酒都是陌生人，荒诞。但真是这种陌生成就了一首好诗！诗意盎然！” （RY）

“故意拉远了来观察自我，时间也闪回拉伸，想起“雨点不断打在我头上” ，好诗” （ZQ）

“让我想起澳华作家大陆写的小说《悉尼的中国男人》。大陆笔下的中国男人们虽然干着各种辛苦的体力活，但是很会调节生活情趣（悉尼的中国男人们很擅长和同样孤单的中国女人调情），而此诗中的他—中国男诗人—高冷、孤寂，冷眼旁观，似乎与周围环境格格不入。” (HZ）

“场景感强，尾飘满啤酒香” (XX）

“《就在那时》有意思，“大街流成啤酒，啤酒都是陌生人”荒诞的真实” （LX)

"末二句有名句气质" (TMR）

“落寞，模糊的时间空间和人脸” （TX）

“《就在那时》以瞬间的情景跨越了时空地域，开拓了想象的空间，引人深思。” (WBK)

'well developed poem with a sense of atmosphere and immediacy, it’s good.' (sb)





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