诈术法师（节选）DASS/著
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在孤独图书馆阅读的这个人身着黑色的T恤栗色的卷发安放在他的头颅我说他的，只因据我的观察他的性别还趋于稳定
他正背对着我手捧一本巨大的书籍可这又有什么关系？荷马，能立刻判断从背后靠近他的流浪者仅凭他在乡间行乞的经验同样，每一个在百米之外喊住我的陌生人我都感激他的仁慈虽然素昧平生同在黄昏的长河边漫步确实有无数个瞬间我妄想着跃入清波
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这本书他已阅读多久关于什么内容以及用什么文字书写可这又有什么关系？在黑死病流行的历史纵然是拉比，也无法安抚人心他的书页上不断爬出蚯蚓风干的文字在黑蛾子的断翅中弥逝，又如熊的趾骨在吸血鬼的唇边突现城里到处弥漫着消毒水的气味
可是已经太晚了，那个国王说此时他正脱去长袍在花园的石凳坐下，疲乏万分一边指挥着奴隶把异见者的尸首挪到树荫后
世上最好的垂钓办法就是在湖边静等死者的身体慢慢长出幼虫然后你以修长的手势采为诱饵，并甩到水面啊，碧波荡漾“众人们，夏日盛大宫殿清凉，举杯吧把那个游吟的老水手拖到我的马房，以免他在筵席上让人分心”
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没有任何人，没有任何过路人让孤独图书馆的这位阅读者抬头，注目，或发出叫喊他如一只黑色的苍蝇漂浮在自己的浩淼宇宙哪怕是核弹垂落飞船的部件全部瓦解炼金术与数码秘笈相遇
也许，什么也没有发生兔子洞非常完美，此刻这个人坐在洞穴边缘，惊诧于自己竟已浪费这么多时间
直至我死了，你看他还在那儿，一动不动地坐着黑色的T恤是他的诈术道具栗色的头发托举着他的法师头颅
2018.6.5
Magus (Part 2)
By DASS
Translated by Ben Thompson
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he’s reading in the lonely library
in a black T-shirt
brown curly hair piled on the skull
I can say “he”, because on close inspection
a gender can finally be confirmed
he sits with his back towards me
holding a huge book
so what does that matter?
Homer could tell right away
if it was a vagrant approaching from behind
because of his own country hobo days
in just the same way, every stranger
calling “don’t” from a hundred yards away
arouses my immense gratitude
even though we never met
strolling with me by the sunset river
there are so many instants
I long to slip into that lucid flow
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how long has he been reading there
and reading about what,
and reading in what typeface
but anyway what does it matter,
in the days of the Black Death
even a rabbi couldn't calm the crowd
a stream of earthworms pours from his book,
wind-dried letters elapse with broken
wings of black moths, like the claws of a bear
suddenly appearing on the lips of a vampire
while the city fills with the stink of disinfectant spray
but it's already too late, the King said,
by now he is already taking off his robe
he sits on his stone garden bench, utterly worn out
gesturing to his minions
to throw a rebel corpse behind the shade of a tree
the best way of fishing in the world
is just to sit by a lake
watching maggots crawl out of the dead
then with a flick of your slender arm
you pick up bait to throw on the water
oh, ripples on the deep
"people, it's a bright sunny day
the palace halls are cool, let's drink
let's drag that old singing sailor
down to my stables
to stop him disturbing the feast"
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not a soul, not one passer-by
can make this reader in the lonely library
lift his head, shift his gaze, or make a sound
he floats in his own boundless universe
like a black fly
even if an H bomb falls
or his spaceship disintegrates,
or alchemy meets secret binary codes
probably nothing really happened
the rabbit hole is beautiful, right now
he sits by the burrow’s edge, amazed
at how much time he has already wasted
right up until I die, you see
he still sits there, perfectly still,
the black T shirt just a fraudulent prop
the brown hair holding up his magus skull
Translated (first attempt) Dec/Jan 2023 BT
revised 7 Jan 2023
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