海上钢琴师

like1me 2017-08-12

“陆上的人喜欢寻根究底,虚度很多的光阴。冬天忧虑夏天的迟来,夏天担心冬天的将至。所以你们不停到处去追求一个遥不可及、四季如夏的地方—我并不羡慕。”   Why why why why why... I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why. Winter comes they can't wait for summer; summer comes they're living drilled of winter. That's why you're never tired of travelling, with chasing some place far away, where there's always summer. That doesn't sound like a good bet to me.   “城市那么大,看不到尽头。在哪里 ? 我能看到吗 ? 就连街道都已经数不清了,找一个女人,盖一间房子,买一块地,开辟一道风景,然后一起走向死路。太多的选择,太复杂的判断了,难道你不怕精神崩溃吗 ? 陆地,太大了,他像一艘大船,一个女人,一条长长的航线,我宁可舍弃自己的生命,也不愿意在一个找不到尽头的世界生活,反正,这个世界现在也没有人知道我。我之所以走到一半停下来,不是因为我所能见,而是我所不能见。”   “键盘有始有终,你确切知道 88 个键就在那儿,错不了。它并不是无限的,而音乐,才是无限的。你能在键盘上表现的音乐是无限的,我喜欢这样,我能轻松应对,而你现在让我走过跳板,走到城市里,等着我的是一个没有尽头的键盘,我又怎能在这样的键盘上弹奏呢 ? 那是上帝的键盘啊 ! ”   “All that city. You just couldn't see the end to it. The end? Please? You please just show me where it ends? It was all very   fine on that gangway. And I was grand too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure. And I was getting off. Guaranteed. There   was no problem. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. You understand that? What I didn't   see. In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the   whole thing came to an end. The end of the world... ”   “所有那些城市,你就是无法看见尽头。尽头?拜托!拜托你给我看它的尽头在哪?当时,站在舷梯向外看还好。我那时穿着大衣,感觉也很棒,觉得自己前途无量,然后我就要下船去。放心!完全没问题!可是,阻止了我的脚步的,并不是我所看见的东西,而是我所无法看见的那些东西。你明白么?我看不见的那些。在那个无限蔓延的城市里,什么东西都有,可惟独没有尽头。根本就没有尽头。我看不见的是这一切的尽头,世界的尽头。”   “Take apiano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different.   They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can   live by. ”   “拿一部钢琴来说,从琴键开始,又结束。你知道钢琴只有88个键,随便什么琴都没差。它们不是无限的。你才是无限的,在琴键上制作出的音乐是无限的。我喜欢这样,我活的惯。”   “You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions   of keys that never end, and that's the truth, Max. That they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is   infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God'spiano. ”   “你把我推到舷梯上然后扔给我一架有百万琴键的钢琴,百万千万的没有尽头的琴键,那是事实,max,它们没有尽头。那键盘是无限延伸的。然而如果琴键是无限的,那么在那架琴上就没有你能弹奏的音乐,你坐错了地方,那是上帝的钢琴。”   “Christ! Did, did you see the streets? Just the streets… There were thousands of them! And how do you do it down there?   How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one   way to die... ”   “天啊!你……你看过那些街道吗?仅仅是街道,就有上千条!你下去该怎么办?你怎么选择其中一条来走?怎么选择“属于你自己的”一个女人,一栋房子,一块地,或者选择一道风景欣赏,选择一种方法死去。 ”   “All that world is weighing down on me, you don't even know where it comes to an end, and aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity of living it? ”   “那个世界好重,压在我身上。你甚至不知道它在哪里结束,你难道从来不为自己生活在无穷选择里而害怕得快崩溃掉吗?”   “I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here,   but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on apianothat was not infinite. I   learned to live that way. ”   “我是在这艘船上出生的,整个世界跟我并肩而行,但是,行走一次只携带两千人。这里也有欲望,但不会虚妄到超出船头和船尾。你用钢琴表达你的快乐,但音符不是无限的。我已经习惯这么生活。”   “Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful; it's a voyage too long, a perfume too strong. It's a music I don't know how to make. I could never get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, I don't exist for anyone.   You're an exception, Max, you're the only one who knows I'm here. You're a minority, and you better get used to it.   Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.”   “陆地?陆地对我来说是一艘太大的船,一个太漂亮的女人,一段太长的旅行,一瓶太刺鼻的香水,一种我不会创作的音乐。我永远无法放弃这艘船,不过幸好,我可以放弃我的生命。反正没人记得我存在过,而你是例外,max,你是唯一一个知道我在这里的人。你是唯一一个,而且你最好习惯如此。原谅我,朋友,我不会下船的。”   我可以在有限的钢琴键中创造出无限的旋律,但我无法在无限的城市中,无尽的街道间找到属于我的空间。   这是个秘密,秘密是不应该被公开的   令我恐惧的不是我所见,而是我所未见。 经典应该从这里开始…… 嗨!康牌,什么事?晕船浪? 在哪里找到唱片? 这么多年来你在干什么? 弹琴! 即使战时? 即使没有人跳舞,即使扎到掉下来,我一直弹……弹到船驶到这里来! 这艘还算是船?是个随时爆炸的炸弹,不觉得危险吗? 近况如何?麦士。 你的喇叭呢? 我也搁置了好久,但现在又兴致勃勃打算东山复出,灵感源源不绝。你我可以搞二重奏组一支乐队,丹尼勃曼…TD林蒙一九零零乐队,想起就兴奋,我们会大红大紫,一九零零,跟我走吧,下船去,我们在码头看炸船然后从新做起,人生有时就该这样,重头做起。 “只要你有好故事可以将…有人肯听…你还未完蛋”记得吗?是你说的,你现在有一箩箩精彩的故事,全世界都会未你的谈吐着迷,为你的音乐疯狂,我可以保证。 城市那么大,看不到尽头,尽头…在哪里?可以给我看看尽头吗? 当年,我踏上跳板,不觉得困难,我穿上大衣…很神气自觉一表人才,有决心,有把握,有信心。我停下来,不是因为所见,是因为所不见你明不明白?是因为看不见的东西,连绵不绝的城市,什么都有,除了尽头,没有尽头,我看不见城市的尽头。我需要看的见世界的尽头。 拿钢琴来说,键盘有始也有终,有八十八个键,错不了,并不是无限的,音乐是无限的,在琴键上奏出无限的音乐,我喜欢我应付的来,走过跳板,前面的键盘有无数的琴键,事实如此,无穷无尽,键盘无限大,无限大的键盘怎奏得出音乐?不是给凡人奏,是给上帝奏。唉,只是街道已经好几千条,上了岸何去何从?爱一个女人,住一间屋,买一块地,望一个景,走一条死路。太多选择,我无所适从,漫无止境茫茫无际,思前想后,你不怕精神崩溃?那样的日子怎样过? 我生于船,长于船,世界千变万化,这艘船每次只载客两千,既载人也载梦想,但范围离不开船头与船尾之间。在有限的钢琴上,我自得其乐,我过惯那样的日子。 陆地?对我来说,陆地是艘太大的船,是位太美的美女,是条太长的航程,是瓶太浓的香水,是篇无从弹奏的乐章,我没法舍弃这艘船,我宁可…舍弃自己的生命,反正…世间没有人记得我,除了你,麦士,只有你知道我在这里,你属于少数,你最好习惯一下。 朋友,原谅我! 麦士… 当我站在天国大门外…圣人查生死册,查不到我的名字。 “你叫什么?再说一遍”。 “一九零零”。 “名单上只有易久龄…”“裘玲…”“伊灵龄…” “圣人先生,我在船上出世” “什么?” “生于船,长于船,死于船,也许因此册上无名” “沉船死?” “炸死,六吨半炸药,砰!” “现在痛不痛?” “还可以,只是失掉一条臂” “手臂?” “对,炸掉” “士多房应该有,找找看”“炸掉哪条臂?” “左臂” “噢,万分抱歉,士多房只有两条右臂” “两条右臂?” “真不巧,你肯不肯将就将就…” “怎样?” “在左边装上条右臂?” “既然如此,两条右臂总好过独臂” “对极” 我就笑不出来,认真懊恼永远两条右臂,怎样在胸前划十字? 两条右臂弹出什么音乐?希望天堂有钢琴……

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