America (Death and Fame)[美国/死亡与荣耀]

艾伦金斯堡(Allen Ginsberg)诗两首

America two dollars and twentyseven cents January
17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I
need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not
the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back
it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical
joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday
somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid
I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses
in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle
Max after he came over from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by
Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner
candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Business-
men are serious. Movie producers are serious.
Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of
marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable
private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour
and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of
underprivileged who live in my flowerpots
under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers
is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that
I'm a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly
mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as
individual as his automobiles more so they're
all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500
down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Com-
munist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a
handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and
sentimental about the workers it was all so sin-
cere you have no idea what a good thing the
party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand
old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me
cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody
must have been a spy.
America you don't really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen.
And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power
mad. She wants to take our cars from out our
garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Readers'
Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia.
Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta-
tions.
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read.
Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us
all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in
the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes
in precision parts factories, I'm nearsighted and
psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

美国，我已经将一切交给你，现在我一无所有。
美国，两块两毛七分，1956年1月17日
我无法忍受我自己的思想。
美国，我们几时才能结束这人类的战争？
去你妈的，你那原子弹
我不舒服，别惹我
我非到脑子正常了无法写诗，
美国，你什么时候能象天使一样？
你什么时候剥去你的衣裳？
你什么时候透过坟墓看你自己？
你什么时候才对得起你那百万托派分子？
美国，为什么你的图书馆充满了眼泪？
美国，你什么时候将鸡蛋送往印度？
我厌倦你那疯狂的要求
什么时候我能到超级市场
凭我的美貌来买我的必需品？
归根结底，美国，是你和我美好，而非来生
你的机械太过分了．我无法接受
你使我想当一个圣人
总该有些什么别的方法解决这场争论
波锐斯在坦泽尔．我想他不会回来
这是阴暗的，你是否阴暗，还是这是一种具体的玩笑？
我想说到点子上
我拒绝放弃我的顽念
美国别强迫我，我知道该干什么
美国，梅花落了
我几个月都不读报了，每天有人因谋杀罪受审
美国，我对华伯莱斯抱有感伤的感情
美国，当我是个孩子时我曾是共产党
我不后悔。
我一有机会就吸大麻叶
我一连几天在屋里静坐．瞧看壁橱中的玫瑰
当我去唐人街时我喝得大醉．但从不去睡觉。
我相信就会发生麻倾
你应当看看我念马克思
我的心理医生相信我一切正常
我拒绝祈祷
我有神秘的幻觉和宇宙的震波
美国．我还没有告诉你，马格斯叔叔
从俄国回来后，你怎样对待他
我是向你说话．
你是想让时代杂志控制你的感情生活吧
我被时代杂志控制着
我每周都在读它
每次我悄悄走过街角的糖果铺
时代杂志的封面总在瞪着我
我在伯克菜公共图书馆的地下室读它
它总向我说责任。买卖人是严肃的
电影商是严肃的，人人，除了我，是严肃的。
它使我想到我是美国
我又对自己喃喃自语了。
亚洲起来反对我，
我没有一个中国人那样的机会。
我最好考虑自己民族的资源
我的民族资源包括两家大麻烟馆，几百万
生殖器官，一部未出版的私人作品，它
每小时传播一千四百迈，
和两万五千个神经病院
我还没有提我的监狱和几百万受歧视的人们
他们活在我的花盆里在五百个太阳的照耀下，
我废除了法国的妓院，下一个是但泽尔
我的志愿是要当总统，虽说我是天主教徒
美国，在你这傻瓜情调中我怎能写一曲神圣祷歌
我将继续下去 亨利福特我的诗节是有特性的
正象他的汽车，更甚者，它们有不同的性别
美国我把诗节卖结你，一节2500元，将你
的老诗节减价500元，
美国释放了汤姆，慕尼
美国解救了西班牙的忠诚党
美国沙可与范参替不能死，
美国我是斯葛斯郡的孩子们
美国，当我七岁时，妈妈带我去共产党的
密室会议，他们卖给我们毛豆
一张票一把毛豆
一张 一分镍币
讲演白听，人人象天使一样
人人对工人怀着深情
一切如比真诚
你不知在1835党有多好
期葛德·尼林是一个了不起的好老人
一个真正的负责明理的人
布鲁尔妈妈让我落泪
我一次清楚看到以色列·阿姆特
大概每个人那是一个间谍
美国，你不会真的想打仗
美国，这都怪那坏俄国人
那些俄国人，那些俄国人，还有中国人
俄国要把我们活吞，俄国是权力狂，
她要将我们的汽车从车库枪走
她要抢走芝加哥，她需要一个红色的
读者文摘
她要我们的汽车厂在西伯利亚
她的大官僚主义统治我们的加油站
这可不好，哦，她让印第安人学会识字
她需要黑人大个子，哦，她让我们人人每
天工作十六小时，救命啊
美国，这可是件严重的事
美国，这是我看电视时所得到的印象
美团，这些是真的吗？
我最好立刻处理这件事，
我确实不愿去参军，或在精密零件工厂开
车床，我近视，而且心理有病
美国，我是将我的古怪的肩膀靠在轮子上。
（郑敏 译）

I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in
Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother
96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-
in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters
their grandchildren,
companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--
Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche,
there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting
America, Satchitananda Swami
Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche,
Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms
Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau
Roshis, Lama Tarchen --
Then, most important, lovers over half-century
Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich
young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each
other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories
"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand
day retreat --"
"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he
loved me"
"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"
"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly
arms round each other"
"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my
skivvies would be on the floor"
"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master"
"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then
sleep in his captain's bed."
"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"
"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my
stomach
shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- "
"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth
& fingers along my waist"
"He gave great head"
So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-
gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997
and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"
"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."
"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender
and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,
my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick,
tickled with his tongue my behind"
"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged
chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a
pillow --"
Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear
"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his
walk-up flat,
seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him
again never wanted to... "
"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made
sure I came first"
This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--
Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock
star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-
ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-
peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger
fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-
harp pennywhistles & kazoos
Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India,
Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa-
chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty
sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American
provinces
Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-
philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex
"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved
him anyway, true artist"
"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me
from suicide hospitals"
"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my
studio guest a week in Budapest"
Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"
"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "
"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas
City"
"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"
"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"
"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized
others like me out there"
Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures
Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-
graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural
historians come to witness the historic funeral
Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-
hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkers
Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased
who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive
February 22, 1997

当我死后，
我不在乎我的尸体如何被处置，
把骨灰抛向天空，一部分扔向东河，
把骨灰瓮埋在新泽西州伊丽莎伯布莱犹太人墓地。
不过，我希望举行一次盛大的葬礼
在圣帕特里克教堂，圣马克教堂，以及曼哈顿最大的犹太教堂，
出席者首先是我的家人，我哥哥，侄子外甥，９６岁高龄的继母埃迪丝精力仍充沛，
还有亨妮姨妈，从纽瓦克赶来
还有乔依医生，堂弟朱迪，哥哥尤金，他一只耳聋，一只眼失明。
嫂子布隆德康尼，还有五个侄子，继母方面的兄弟姐妹以及他们的孙儿女，
我的伴侣彼得·奥洛夫斯基，管家人罗森塔尔以及赫尔，比尔·莫金
然后，是我的宗师金刚大师宗喀巴的灵魂，格勒克活佛，萨康雍法师
某喇嘛的紧急悼念信，他正巧来美国访问，还有萨齐担南塔斯瓦米
希瓦南塔，德霍拉哈瓦巴巴，喀玛巴十六世，降魔法师ｋａｔａｇｉｖｉ以及铃木罗什的
贝克，华伦，戴多路里，翁，已经老迈，白发苍苍的卡普洛罗希以及圆彻喇嘛，
当然最重要的有我半世纪以来所有热爱过的人，
数十个，上百，也许还要更多，那些老伙计们头已经光秃，而满头浓发
的年轻人不久前还在床上赤裸相遇，这么多人相互聚会真不胜惊异，口若悬河，
亲切无拘无束，勾起无限回忆，
“他教我冥思，这不，我现在可是一个老资格闭门一千天的冥思者……”
“我总爱在地铁站台上弹奏乐器，我很直率爱他他也爱我。”
“我们躺在一起盖着被聊天，读我的诗，拥抱亲吻。”
“我常常穿着内衣上了他的床，次日早晨我的内衣裤全都扔在地板上。”
“我们整夜谈论着克鲁亚克和卡塞迪，不睡觉坐在他的大床上像佛陀。”
“他似乎需要更多的爱，真惭愧没能使他快活。”
“我以前从没有单独同谁在床上赤裸，他真可爱我的肚子震颤不已当他的手指在我的乳头
上抚摸……”
“我什么也不想只是躺下闭着眼任凭他的嘴唇和手指沿伸滑向我的胸脯听凭他随心所欲。
瞧，就是这样一些闲聊交织着１９４８年的爱，尼尔·卡塞迪的亡魂
与１９９７年年轻的肌肤与激情，
于是随之而来的是惊讶——“你们也这么干过，可我认为你们挺正常的，”
“我倒是，可金斯伯格却是例外，他总有理由来令我开心，”
“我不记得我是否算是个真格的男同性恋者，尽管可怪或可笑，我
只感到他温柔深情的吻仍在我的头顶停留……
在我的前额，脖子、胸膛和太阳神经上，腹中部，用他的舌头从后舔我。”
“我喜欢他朗读，可在我身后，我常常听见时间带翼的轻车紧紧追来时的神态，
头靠着头，双目相视，倚在枕头……”
在这众多的伙伴中跚跚来迟的是一个英俊年轻的小伙儿，
“十七岁时，我选修他的诗歌课，总爱找些缘由跑上他居住的没有电梯的公寓大楼，
挑逗没有兴致的我，让我再去，后来我回了家，从此再也没见过他，也没了那心思………
“他总是力不从心，可他喜欢我，…‘一个可爱的老头，…‘他总让我最先冲动兴奋。”
参加追悼仪式的公众最出乎意料而且夸夸其谈的莫过于这些往事……
悼念者还有诗人和音乐家——大学生乐队——老资格的摇滚明星，
披头士，吉它演奏者多午来始终不渝，男同性恋者，古典音乐指挥，默默无闻的流行爵士
作曲家，身上散发着怪味的号手，吹奏低音乐器和法国小号的黑人精英，民歌手，
小提琴手，伴随着手鼓、口琴曼陀林，自动竖琴，袖珍口哨以及玩具小笛中发出的乐声，
当然，也还会有艺术家，意大利浪漫主义现实主义作家，六十年代曾到过神秘印度求学
后期野兽派画家——诗人，古典作品绘制者麻塞诸塞州超现实顽童派还有来自欧洲大陆
的夫人儿童。从边远各地赶来的穷愁潦倒的素描画油画水彩石粉画家。
最后还有高级中学教师，生性孤寂的爱尔兰图书管理员，考究优雅的藏书家，
参加性解放运动的群众，不，岂止群众，简直就是一支大军，女士们的性别难以区分
“我见过他十数次，可他一直没能记住我的名字，不管怎么样，我喜欢他，他是个真正的
艺术家。”
“绝经期间我精神不振，是他诗歌的幽默感拯救了我没在医院自杀。”
“他真有魅力，才华横溢而且彬彬有礼，在布达佩斯我的居室作客一周，还亲自在洗涤槽
里清洗餐具。”
啊，到场的还会有众多读者，“《嚎叫》改变了我在伊利诺州利伯蒂维尔城的生活。”
“我最先在蒙特克莱尔州立师范学院听他朗诵诗，从此也立志要成为诗人——”
“他使我恍然大悟，我在汽车修理厂干活时便开始热衷于滚石音乐，在堪萨斯城演唱过我
写作的歌曲。”
“《卡第绪》使我为我自己以及在内华达城的父亲而哭泣。”
“我妹妹１９８２年在波士顿去世时是《父亲之死》这首诗给予我安慰。”
“我在一家新闻杂志上读到他的文章，豁然开朗明白了某些人的处境同我一样。”
甚至还来了一些诗人歌手虽又聋又哑可他们用手势代替诗歌语言歌唱。
也来了新闻记者，编辑部秘书，经纪人，摄影迷，摇滚乐批评家，有教养的劳工，
文化历史学家也来参加这有历史的葬礼充当见证人
还有超级诗歌迷，自以为是的诗人，上了年纪当年的“垮掉”分子和曾免费搭车的人，
热衷于搜集手稿亲笔签名的人，不惜一切手段以图声名的自由摄影师，
智力不俗站在那儿呆呆地观看的人
每个人都已明白他们已成为“历史”的一部分，除了被悼念者，
可这正发生的一切我真是一无所知，尽管我仍活在这人世。
（文楚安 译）
译后记：艾伦。金斯怕格（Ａ１１ｅn
Ｇｉｎｓｂｅrg）于１９９７年４月５日因患肝癌在其位于纽约曼哈顿第十三街上的公寓
去世，享年七十岁。得知已身患不治之症，他异常平静，不过据说，曾不时哭泣；从诊断
后，便一直困卧在床，逝世前几日，曾给在世的朋友打电话，写下好几首诗，《死亡与荣
誉》便是其中一首，其
平日的幽默，风趣，调侃依然如故，仿佛可以听到他爽朗的笑声，看见他微眯着眼的笑容
，弥留前一晚，若干亲属、朋友一直守候在旁。他悼念父亲路易斯·金斯伯格（也是诗人
）的那首诗《父亲死亡布鲁斯》钉在前门上。金斯伯格被安葬在新泽西州伊丽莎白镇一个
犹大公墓（其父亲的墓
地亦在此）。１９９８年我曾到金斯伯格纽约故居，并到伊丽莎白其墓地凭吊，感慨良多
。值诗人逝世二周年之际，特以此诗悼念。

America America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. 美国
Death & Fame When I die死亡与荣誉
幻影
”
乐
１９９７年２月２２日