The taste of solitude is like an icy coffee, its bitterness makes people heart broken, the taste of solitude is as a narrow path that you are not intended to walk through, but you have no choice. Solitude is as the poisonous ivy, that entwines a burning heart, solitude is as the sunset, that intractably lingers on and keeps the evening glow, solitude is a grave dark colour, that has indifferent and dim background of life, solitude is as the sensation of low tone , whenever it is recalled, the pit of pain in heart bursts out.

My solitude , a young girl's loneliness, is so unfathomable of no where to escape, that is untouchable. Solitude is derived by a comprehension in mind, of no caring smile, no expecting eye,no genuine accompany, no warm hug, and no sweet kiss. What is solitude? why is it so lonely? It is the Daddy's insolent but lack of daddy's affection, who has broad shoulder, and whose appetite to absorb the unbearable things, or, lack of mummy's delicate affection, of intimate touch or,of the chant with voiceless, or the grown up baby in the indecipherable thought. The secret in the doll before has become an ancient fair tale and colourful memory! Where is the folded paper boat shipping to which once has carried numerous young longing and splendid dream ? With the sound of the windy bell dangling in fall afternoon, imperceptibly, it seems that all become the intellectuals and gorgeous beauties, but at present, happiness is gone with the wind, in which it is whimsical and dimly discernible of my story. Why does the lucid river reflect a lonely shadow as I numerously walk by the river? Is it perceived the longing before, or disappointed by the current depression or no longer lingering between hope and depression? What is the reason to live? To be or not to be? that is a question. Life to me is no solution of a riddle.

In those days, and in those years, I was afraid of destitution, of pressure, and was afraid to be recalled and, to be forgotten. The fear had no obvious substance in a visible distance, that was the hurt and the pain at my heart, most of all, which of the penetrating sensation saturated from the outside to inside, that was suffocated waver and dejection, which was oppressed to change but had no alternative, that was the grief after passion died down, in the most of which was indifferent to the world. Hopelessness means ignorance that is the impotence to reach the dream in the boundless hope. I unconsciously perceived that I had denied myself of nothing as if I had fallen on the ground and covered all over with cuts and bruises, in the way of that I had nailed myself in the cross of emotion, nobody could arouse my future expectation and poor desire. Solitude is as silkworm that devours the mulberry leaf of my heart; solitude is as water that cools down my burning heart, solitude is as the verdict in court where I , the convict, will be executed in the irrevocable way, solitude is as the scar that is the incurable wound which makes me suffering unbearably.

The formations of solitude are numerous, one of that is aloof from petty politics and material pursuits, one of that is proud and reserved by nature , one of that leaps fidget element, one of that has the startling depression and heart broken. Solitude is the dream of nihility, that is a sadden assumption and outcome, that is a ridiculous, shameful and swore promise, that is a paper-cut silhouette which is a friable bubble that once was beauteous. I secure myself in a lock, somehow without opening in my endeavor, I tie a fasten knot in my heart, in spite of the fact that I tear myself into pieces, the knot is still there, to hold an incomplete dream, to hold a broken dream, as a dove that I guard is coming and leaving lonely, although the dove looks around in the air , that has never returned.   

There is no marvelous episode in the response of life, the ambition of life is lack of pleasure pursuit, the colour of love dims due to the heart with no love. But the affection is hard to recovered in the diminished forgetfulness and stubborn selfishness. Actually, there is no fault of life that is caused by ourselves. There is nothing wrong of solitude,due to the reason that we don't know how to relieve it. As omnipresent solitude is coming, the boundless fear is accompanied. Why do we take so much weight of burden in our back? Be free and unconventional , leave the solitude behind, we walk forward in the rain and wind, even the dream is broken, as long as there is an aperture in the secured heart, you will find that the sunshine will penetrate it, even you are in the dark today, you have to take a firm stand to presume that the radiant, colourful rainbow will be seen in your eyes. As the wind goes up and down, tide goes high and low, happiness is an attentive pursuit , a transit keep, a bold refresh, a decisive deletion, a poetic pause.     

Let the solitude go far away, as the lock of heart is unlocked. Let us to premeditate during the solitude, the collision of hear to heart, soul to soul, will emit the vigour of life daylight.Perhaps, in the omit of the response of life, the true appearance of life itself is a string of calmness and free from worry.

    The anger is diluting down and disappearing gradually. I am not sure what will happen to me; it seems that many things are right in front of me; I am bewildered where to start and what resolution I will achieve.

    I fumble in the darkness to expect a glimpse of light to lead me out of dark.The life in Canada elapses so fast; the elapsed days erode my soul; the horrible boredom and lonelyness are overwhelming me around, I have no where to escape; the passion and ferment dies into solitude, numb and dull; the omnipresent pressure and tension bothers me day and night. More or less, we have the depression if we are abroad for years.

    I am stuck in the muddy marsh, no matter how I struggle, I will fall down deeper as I move more aggressively.The dilemma is the touching thing I have to deal frequently. Maybe it is the crisis of maddle age; I am lingering in the life intersection; not a single destination is easy to reach. The motional volcano will erupt sooner or later. The fear of darkness conquers my living background.I am not intended to breathe my last breath as most immigrants do, even the effort is futile. The fidgety mind ignites the desire to go upward to the goal,even it is far almost unreachable.

   To follow the mind not the heart, but my mind is blank, my heart is transparent; To follow my sense, but my sense is in a mess. I am lost in the intersection, the orientation is hard to seek. The life is like a leaf to float in the air,randomly land nowhere, to be covered by dust and dirt, steped by the passer.I rcall the words from" The gone with the wind", " I'll go to sleep today, tomorrow I will find the way as the sun arises on the east. I will find the way......

   I am longing to the disturbance; the tranquilty, boredom and dullness drowns me to death, even a naughty kid's throwing stone will save me.The still water waits for the hit of the throwing stone in the middle of the creek; the vibration around the center point gradually spread far away to the outer circle from the original, diluting away and disappearing gradually.

  I am longing for the palpitation of my heart, longing for the new life;no matter it is ascending or descending as long as I am living in my life truelly. I will dominate the life and maneuver it to my destination.  

   Numerous failures activate numerous more attempts until I stand right on the failure steadily. The beauty is seen as the seagull hovers in the windy and rainy sky. The bitterness will enhance the taste of life. I have reached to the top of moutain, I have fallen down to the deepest of ocean. One employee perfers to retire now if possible. How do I carry myself upward, I have no wing to flip with.

   Life is climbing an invisible ladder to reach the pinnacle of goals; Life is an invisible war field, we have to make a competition with numerous unknown rivals,even I have no desire for player kick.The horrible thing is that we have to compete with ourselves to send our life upward to a new higher level constantly. 

                           自 言 自 语 (翻 译 )

    情 绪 在 逐 渐 转 淡 直 至 消 失, 我 不 确 定 将 会 发 生 什 么 ;好 像 好 多 事 情 都 摆 在 我 的 面 前 ;我 不 知 道 从 那 里 开 始 ,我 又 会 得 到 什 么 样 的 结 果 .

    我 在 黑 暗 中 摸 索 ,试 图 发 现 一 丝 光 线 会 引 领 我 走 出 黑 暗 .在 加 拿 大 的 生 活 过 得 很 块 ,流 逝 的 时 光 在 侵 蚀 我 的 灵 魂 ;可 怕 的 孤 独 和 寂 寞 铺 天 盖 地 环 绕 着 我 ,让 我 无 处 遁 迹 ;生 命 的 热 情 和 渴 望 埋 没 于 平 淡 又 平 静 的 时 光 之 中 .无 处 不 在 的 压 力 日 夜 困 扰 着 我 ;或 多 或 少 ,在 国 外 多 年 的 我 们 都 会 有 一 种 忧 郁 的 感 觉 .

  仿 佛 我 深 陷 在 沼 泽 之 中 ,无 论 怎 样 挣 扎 ,我 都 会 越 陷 越 深 .棘 手 的 选 择 总 是 我 不 得 不 面 对 的 .或 许 是 中 年 危 机 的 缘 故 ,我 在 人 生 的 十 字 路 口 流 连 ,没 有 一 个 目 标 可 以 顺 利 到 达 .蠕 动 的 火 山 迟 早 都 要 爆 发 .黑 夜 的 恐 惧 笼 罩 我 生 活 的 四 周 .我 不 打 算 像 老 移 民 那 样 的 苟 延 残 喘,既 使 我 的 一 切 努 力 只 是 徒 劳 .脑 海 中 的 燥 动 燃 起 生 命 的 渴 望 ;既 使 它 是 如 此 的 遥 远 ,几 乎 不 可 达 到 ,但 也 要 追 寻 人 生 的 方 向 .

   要 有 理 智 ,不 要 任 性 ;但 是 我 的 脑 海 中 又 是 如 此 的 茫 然 ,我 的 心 又 是 如 此 的 清 澈 透 明 ;跟 着 感 觉 走 ,但 我 的 感 觉 又 如 一 团 乱 麻 .我 在 人 生 的 十 字 路 口 迷 失 .重 新 找 到 人 生 的 方 位 又 是 如 此 的 艰 难 .人 生 如 同 一 个 在 风 雨 中 飘 落 的 树 叶 ,随 意 地 散 落 在 地 上 ,又 被 尘 土 所 覆 盖 ,被 路 人 所 践 踏 .我 回 想 到 小 说 "飘 " 里 的 一 句 话 "今 天 ,我 累 了 ,我 要 去 睡 了 ;明 天 当 太 阳 从 东 方 升 起 的 时 候 ,我 就 会 想 出 办 法 的 ,我 会 有 办 法 的 ......

  我 渴 望 打 破 那 份 沉 闷 ,这 种 平 静 又 枯 燥 快 把 我 窒 息 了 ;既 使 一 个 顽 皮 的 小 孩 扔 出 的 石 子 也 会 拯 救 我 的 生 命 .石 子 击 落 在 水 的 中 央 搅 乱 了 河 水 的 平 静 ,水 的 波 纹 在 从 中 心 向 四 周 荡 漾 直 至 消 失 的 无 影 无 踪 .

   我 渴 望 心 中 的 悸 动 ,渴 望 崭 新 的 生 活 ,无 论 它 是 人 生 的 跃 进 还 是 衰 退 ,只 要 我 是 真 实 地 活 着 ; 我 要 做 生 命 的 主 宰 ,去 向 人 生 的 目 标 迈 进 .

  无 数 次 的 失 败 会 激 起 更 多 的 无 数 次 的 奋 进 ,直 到 我 稳 稳 地 站 在 曾 经 跌 倒 的 地 方 .人 生 的 美 丽 只 有 在 海 鸥 与 风 雨 搏 斗 之 中 才 能 见 到 .人 生 的 磨 难 只 会 增 添 生 命 的 滋 味 .我 曾 经 荣 华 ,也 曾 经 落 魄 ,有 的 人 甚 至 愿 早 早 退 休 ;怎 么 样 我 才 会 让 人 生 有 所 跃 进 ,我 已 没 有 振 翅 的 翅 膀 .

  人 生 是 在 爬 一 个 无 形 的 阶 梯 ,人 生 又 仿 佛 那 看 不 见 得 战 场 ,我 们 不 得 不 去 面 对 那 数 不 清 的 对 手 ;既 使 我 们 没 有 任 何 意 愿 去 与 谁 对 决 ;最 可 怕 的 是 我 们 不 得 不 与 我 们 自 己 竞 争 ,把 人 生 不 断 推 想 完 美 .

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                              作 者 : JOYCE  KILMER

                              翻 译 : CONSTABLE

                           I think that I shall never see

                           A poem as lovely as a tree

                           A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

                           Against the earth's sweet flowing breast

                           A tree that looks at God all day

                           And lifts her leafy arms to pray

                           A tree that may in summer wear

                           A nest of robins in her hair

                           Upon where bosom snow has lain

                           Who intimately lives with rain

                           Poems are made by fool like me

                           But only God can make a tree

                           可 曾 看 到     树

                           诗 一 样 的 美 丽

                           依 偎  大 地 的 怀 中

                           吸 允 甘 美 流 淌 乳 汁

                           凝 视  那 空 中 的 上 帝

                           伸 出 满 是 枝 叶 手 臂

                           祈 祷

                           可 曾 看 到      树

                           诗 一 样 的 可 爱

                           夏 戴  雀 鸟 编 织 的 发 带

                           冬 着  雪 花 化 作 的 银 裳

                           沐 浴  大 自 然 洒 下 的 雨 滴

                           点 缀 生 活   我 的 诗 歌

                           点 缀 自 然   唯 上 帝 的 树      

                                如 果

                         如 果 你 是 晨 曦 中 的 雨 露,

                         我 就 是 那 黎 明 中 的 朝 阳;

                         让 明 媚 的 阳 光,

                         抚 去 你 那 湿 润 的 泪 痕.

                         如 果 你 是 那 林 中 的 小 溪,

                         我 就 是 那 守 护 你 的 森 林 ;

                         任 你 那 涓 涓 的 细 流,  

                         在 我 心 中 欢 快 的 流 淌 .

                         如 果 你 是 风 中 摇 曳 的 樱 花,

                         我 就 是 你 脚 下 的 小 径;

                         在 你 寂 寞 无 助 的 飘 落 时,

                         我 就 收 藏   你 的 失 落,

                         你 的 寂 寞 , 你 的 凄 美 .

                         如 果 你 是 我 梦 中 的 那 份 相 思 ,

                         我 就 是 那 梦 中 痴 情 的 男 子 ;

                         任 你 那 恣 意 的 爱 吞 噬 我 的 灵 魂;

                         执 子 之 手, 在 爱 的 海 洋,

                         随 波 逐 流 ,  随 风 而 逝.

                              美 丽 的 时 刻

                        树 木 在 春 的 呢 喃 下 ,

                        绽 露 新 绿 勃 勃 盎 然;

                        黑 夜 在 黎 明 苏 醒 时,

                        已 悄 然 褪 去 ;

                        死 寂 干 枯 的 心 田, 

                        在 爱 的 滋 润 下;

                        复 苏 荡 漾  再 现 旖 旎 .

                       美 丽 的 时 刻 里 ,

                       恣 意 缠 绵 的 爱;  

                       散 落 于 人 生 的 点 点 滴 滴 .

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2007-08-04

中 国 第 四 届 CASIO杯 英 文 翻 译 竞 赛 参 赛 作 品

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For the first time since the decline of Dadaism, we are witnessing a revival in the fine art of meaningless naming. This thought is prompted by the US release of the British film Trainspotting, and by the opening of Lanford Wilson's new play Virgil is Still the Frogboy. Mr Wilson's play is not about Virgil. No frogs feature therein. The title is taken from an East Hampton, Long Island, graffito to whose meaning the play offers no clues. This omission has not diminished the show's success. +RK|/c 2X  
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As Luis Bunuel knew, obscurity is a characteristic of objects of desire. Accordingly, there is no trainspotting in Trainspotting, just a predictable, even sentimental movie that thinks it's hip.(Compared to the work of, say,William S.Burroughs, it's positively cutesy.) It has many admires, perhaps because they are unable even to understand its title,let alone the fashionably indecipherable argot of the dialogue. The fact remains :Trainspotting contains no mention of persons keeping obsessive notes on the arrival and departure of trains .The only railway engines are to be found on the wallpaper of the central character's bedroom. Whence,therefore, this choo-choo moniker? some sort of pun on the word 'track' may be intended. VQ*pjRPc  
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Irvine Welsh's original novel does offer some help. The section titled 'Trainspotting at Leith Central Station'takes the characters to a derelict,train-less station,where one of them attacks a derelict human being who is,in fact,his father,doling out a goodly quantity of what Anthony Burgess's hoodlum Alex, in A Clockwork Orange, would call 'the old ultraviolence'. Clearly,something metaphorical is being reached for here, though it's not clear exactly what. In addition, Welsh thoughtfully provides a glossary for American readers: 'Rat-arsed-trunk; wanker-masturbator; thrush-minor sexually transmitted disease.' At least an effort at translation is being made. Out- and- out incomprehensibilists disdain such cosiness. & [Dg   
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How many readers of A Clockwork Orange,or viewers of Stanley kubrick's film of the book,knew that Burgess took his title from allegedly common, but actually never-used,British simile: 'Queer as aclockwork orange'? Can anyone recall the meaning of the term 'Koyaanisqatsi' and 'Powaqqatsi'? And were there any secrets encrypted in 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds', or was it just a song about a flying girl with a necklace? g4 bfOJ+  
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Nowadays,dreary old comprehensibility is still very much around. A film about a boy-man called Jack is called Jack. A film about a crazed baseball fan is called The Fan. The film version of Jane Austen's Emma is called Emma. &9 <+sx  
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However,titular mystification continues to intensify. When Oasis, the British pop phenoms, sing '(You're my) Wonderwall', what can they mean? 'I intend to ride over you on my motorbick,round and round,at very high speed?' Surely not. And Blade Runner?Yes, I know that hunters of android 'replicants' are called 'blade runners': but why? And yes,yes, William S.Burroughs(again!) used the phrase in a 1979 novel; and, to get really arcane,there's a 1974 medical thriller called The Bladerunner by the late Dr Alan E.Nourse.But what does any of this have to do with Ridley Scott's movie? Harrison Ford runs not,neither does he blade. Should't a work of art give us the keys with which to unlock its meanings? But perhaps there aren't any. Perhaps it's just that the phrase sounds cool,thanks to those echoes of Burroughs, Daddy Cool himself. ,v@NrSj  
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In 1928,Luis Bunuel and Salvador Dali co-directed the surrealist classic Un Chien Andalou, a film about many things,but not Andulusian dogs. So it is with Quentin Tarantino's first film, Reservoir Dogs. No reservoir, no dogs, no use of the words 'reservoir', 'dogs' or 'reservoir dogs' at any point in the movie. No imagery dreived from dogs or reservoirs or dogs in reservoirs or reservoirs of dogs.Nada,or as Mr Pink and Co. would say, 'Fucking' nada'. 23 _V^2  
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The story goes that when the young Tarantino was working in a Los Angeles video store his distate for fancy-pants European auteurs like, for example, Louis Malle manifested itself in an inability to pronounce the titles of their films. Malle's Au Revoir les Enfants defeated him completely (oh reservoir les oh fuck) until he began to refer to it contemptuously as- you guessed it- 'those,oh, reservoir dogs'. Subsequently he made this the title of his own movie, no doubt as a further gesture of anti-European defiance. Alas, the obliqueness of the gibe meant that the Europeans simply did not comprehenday. 'What we have here,' as the guy in Cool Hand Luke remarked, 'is a failure to communicate.' skO+c):x  
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But these days the thing about incomprehensinility is that people aren't supposed to get it. In accordance with the new zeigeist, therefore, the title of this piece has in part been selected-'samples'-from Lou Reed's wise adivice- 'Don't eat at places called Mama's'- in the diary of his recent tour. To forestall any attempts at exegesis('Author, Citing Dadaism's Erstwhile Esotericism, Opposes Present-Day "Mamaist" Obfuscations'), I confess that as a title it means nothing at all; but then the very concept of meaning is now outdated, nerdy, pre-ironic. Welcome to the New Incomprehensibility: gibberish with attitude. 9-7)ElcQ  
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英国电影《闪现的火车》在美国的大肆宣传及首映，让我们又一次看到了那衰落以久的用虚无主义的讽刺，藉狂怪象征之手法以表达潜意识的文化艺术形态——达达主义。在同一时期，美国也上演了兰佛德·威尔森运用达达主义文化艺术形式所展现的新排练的话剧《威吉尔仍然是一个蛙孩》。话剧《威吉尔仍然是一个蛙孩》与威吉尔并无任何关系，在剧中也没有青蛙画面的闪现。“威吉尔仍然是一个蛙孩”的名称，实际上是来源于英国长岛汉普藤市以东的古罗马时期残壁上留下来的字迹。剧本也没有诠释那字迹究竟是什么涵义。然而，这一点瑕疵并没妨碍该剧获得广泛的溢美和赞许，及其殊同反响的极大成功。 [=_KD0]Y  
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正像鲁易斯·波纳娄的溢美之词所描述的那样，那些晦涩难懂但又具有美好憧憬及向往的事物，都是有其独特的韵味和想象的空间。就像我们早已知晓的，刚才就已经提到过的，在《闪现的火车》这部影片中却没有火车画面的闪现。既使那以煽情的情感取胜的悲情主义的电影也不得不为那具有深邃理念而又新潮诡异的达达主义而退避三舍。(就拿达达主义的电影《闪现的火车》与威廉姆斯·波洛夫的电影去做一番比较的话，达达主义的电影就会突显它的睿智，又耐人寻味。) 或许，正是缘于我们对那标题的似是而非的懵懂无知，及奇妙的想象; 并权且把那仍不可诠释的暗语，当做时髦的台词呈现给观众，令观众耳目一新;才会有如此众多的崇拜者。在《闪现的火车》的原版小说中，我们并没有找到，有人在用笔记本去认真地记载火车始发时间的那样描述。我们也仅仅是在主人公卧室中的墙壁纸上，才窥视到了一个火车发动机的画面。那么到底那栩栩如生、呜呜鸣叫的小火车的映像又是从何而来的呢？也许具有双关语意味的“轨道”一词才会让我们有如此深刻的遐想吧？ r{e |jId  
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在爱尔文·威尔士的原文小说中还是有一些隐喻的踏触。在小说《闪现的火车》的雷丝中心火车站的那一章节中，把我们带到了一个被弃置的，没有火车的火车站。就在这个被弃置的火车站，主人公中的一人攻击了一个无家可归的流浪汉；而事实上，这个流浪汉却是攻击着的父亲。给我们演绎一出极具讽刺意味的“自古就有的终级暴力”。这让我们联想到安东尼·博吉士的小说《一个循规蹈矩的橘子》，因为小说中的主人公流浪汉爱来克斯管这一类恶意攻击人的事件就叫做“古老的终级暴力”。显而易见地，我们虽然还不确定那达达主义究竟是怎么回事，我们毕竟还是领略了一下那隐喻的概念及深邃的内涵的展示。除此之外，威尔士也煞费苦心地给我们留下了那让人有深刻印象的词汇：“老鼠、臀部、醉鬼，蠢猪、手淫者，可传染的雪口症、不会有生命危险的性病”。这样的描述，那岂不是成了连最没脑子的人都会鄙视的那种颓废梦死的生活吗？显然这些简单粗俗的词汇并没有给如此晦涩难懂的达达主义思想有任何皮毛的触及和实质上得解读，但那也是威尔士竭尽所能的解读了。 ?h>rGLN  
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在小说《一个循规蹈矩的橘子》和斯坦利·库布瑞克的电影剧本中，有多少读者和观众又能意识到博吉士所引用的标题是出自于英国的一个耳熟能详，但又重未被再用过的古老比 喻“像一个循规蹈矩的橘子那样的令人费解”。不知是否还有人会记得那来自印度语的两个深奥的词汇“Koyaanisqatsi（失去平衡的生命）”和“Powaqqatsi（像魔术一样的生命）”？《戴着钻石项链的露西》是由英国的约翰·列农作词及披头士谱曲并演唱的歌曲。那是描述一个戴着钻石项链在风中飘渺的婀娜多姿的女孩呢？还是另有隐含的意味？（许多人都认为那是仿佛迷魂药一样的梦幻境界。） XA)zd>  
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直到现在，我们对于那忧郁及古老的事物的诠释仍然是那样扑朔迷离，耐人寻味而又令人想往。一部描写一个具有真正男人个性的叫杰克的男孩的电影，电影的标题就叫《杰克》；一部描写疯狂沉迷于棒球的电影，电影的名字就叫球迷；由简·奥斯丁的小说《埃玛》所改编的电影，电影的名字就叫《埃玛》。 u?1"6$1pU  
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并且，这具有神秘化的标题还在继续发烧发热并且极为抢眼。英国流行音乐的灵魂人物奥塞斯的歌《（你是我心中）美妙的屏障 》，那又是什么意思呢？“我要骑着摩托车风驰电掣地一圈圈地兜风玩耍吗？”当然不是。那么在“刀尖上奔跑的人”又怎么解释呢？这个简单，在电影《刀尖上奔跑的人》中，我们把那些专门对付敢于向人类挑战的“机器人”的警察就叫“刀尖上奔跑的人”。可是，那又为什么这么叫呢？对了，我想起来了，威廉姆斯·波洛夫（怎么又提到他了！）在1979年的小说中曾经用过这个词。然而，更诡异神奇的是，一个叫艾伦·异·诺斯的医学博士管1974年医学上有杰出贡献的风云人物就叫“刀尖上奔跑的人”。那么，这又与瑞德雷·思卡特的电影有什么瓜葛呀？在电影《刀尖上奔跑的人》中，哈里森·福特既不奔跑，也不舞刀弄剑。为什么一部如此优异的作品却不给我们一把钥匙去打开那令人疑惑的神秘之锁呢？也许恐怕就根本不存在那把奇妙的钥匙吧！或许那仅仅是那个词听起来很酷！但是，我们还是要感谢波洛夫带给我们那美好的憧憬，似有似无的飘渺的声音在空中的回荡及扑朔迷离的境界。一个让自己感觉既成熟又很酷的男人。 $DMbqMo(R  
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在1928年，鲁易斯·波纳娄和沙瓦道·大雷一同导演了一部超现实主义的经典法国电影《Un Chien Andalou（一支安大路西亚的狗）》。一部很有内容，却唯独没有安大路西亚的狗的电影。因此，《安大路西亚的狗》这部电影是同《水库的狗》是同一类型的电影。昆庭·塔峦堤诺所导演的处女作的电影就是这部《水库的狗》。在影片中，没有水库的画面，也没有狗的画面，甚至连水库、狗或者水库的狗的字眼都没涉及到，也没有任何的图像的呈现会让我们有所遐思或臆测到那些狗、水库，水库的狗或狗的水库。一丁点都没有！或许就像电影《水库的狗》中的那些有点偏执狂又有点神经质的人所说的那样：让这些似是而非，而又扑朔迷离的那片疑云及谜团都“统统见鬼去吧”。 3+~ aA/Z  
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这个故事也表达了作者思想的转变过程。实际上，当塔峦堤诺在洛杉矶的录像店工作时，他就不喜欢那欧洲作家及导演所崇尚的哑剧式的幽默。接下来，我们想起了另一位法国作家及导演路易斯·迈里。毋庸置疑，他是欧洲文化的推崇和拥戴者。但是在他的电影《Au Revoir les Enfants（再见，小孩）》中，路易斯·迈里无论怎样绞尽脑汁，竭尽所能也无法用一个精辟的标题，去准确地展现和诠释他的电影所要表达的内涵和主题。这样的美中不足，让他顿感失落，并陷入深深的绝望之中。（噢，水库；噢，真见鬼！）最终他也极其无奈地把他的电影的标题叫《再见，小孩》。 这个标题是我们所熟悉的那一类的，你们可能已经猜到了。“那些，噢，水库的狗”那一类。哎呀！这闪烁其辞又扑朔迷离的具有讽刺意味的达达主义简直就是欧洲人到今天也不可理解的。就像在电影《有一双奇妙的手的路克》中的路克所说的那样：“在这一时刻，我们所拥有的像梦幻似的奇特的感觉，那是根本无法用语言去描述去表达的。” s[8 [=i  
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但是，现在的人们不理解怎么还会有我们人类所搞不懂的事情呢？因此，为了与时代精神齐头并进；我们无论如何都要先把我们所知道的赶紧做一个版权式的域名一样的注释。（作者标榜了达达主义，并对古老的奥秘进行了无限的憧憬和展望；而对现在仍然存在的只是“模糊不清而无任何实质意义的玛玛主义”进行了不懈的抨击。） 这篇文章的标题是摘选于娄瑞德近期的旅行日志。我们还是节选娄瑞德的一句相当精彩而又睿智的话送给读者吧：“不要在玛玛主义的思潮中徘徊不前，做没有任何意义的思索和玩味了。”其实，我也深知一个标题并不是问题的全部；或许，就是标题这个概念的本身现在也已经就过时了，不流行了，并且早就在我们预料和想象之外了。 CicdX4  
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那不可思议而又不可预知的新时代正在期盼着我们， 用我们那深邃的思想去描述那份迷茫，那份憧憬，去展现那份扑朔迷离的美好吧！ -/_nLay %  
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                          The National Anthem

                           O Canada!

                           Our home and native land!

                           True patriot love in all thy sons

                           command,

                           With glowing hearts we see thee rise!

                           The true north strong and free!

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