Apples change genes, oranges change genders,

苹果在转变基因。柑橘在变性。主义

words become absolutely tyrannical under the shadow of -ism.

笼罩下的词绝对专制。我说，等于我

I speak but say nothing; you oppose and oppose everything.

什么都没说；你反对，等于你什么

The paradox of rhetoric leads me to the way of poetry,

都反对。悖论的修辞，让我寻找诗的成立。

I travel valleys and gullies like a huge bird in the sky, only to see

付出的是心游万壑，如鹏击长空，看到

fruits become symbols. Too symbolic,

苹果和柑橘被搞成可怜的象征；太象征了。

the toughness of apples, the brutality of oranges. To find gentleness

苹果的强硬，柑橘的粗暴。以至

I have to clear away other words from the pile. I plane off

在一堆词中间，我寻找它们的温柔，

the snobby and sneaky ones, they've been trying to use the old against...

必须刨开其他词。重要的是，我必须刨开

Or let me put it another way, they act as if they were authorities,

世故的、奸侫的词，它们一直试图用旧反对……，

as if they were ministers, or even emperors, of words.

或者这样说，一直以权威面貌出现，

The kingdom of language is decadent. How have I tolerated it

好像自己是词的大臣，词的皇帝。让我感到，

for so long? I'd rather see chaos. I say

词的国度其实是腐朽国。唉，我怎能

chaos is good!  When apples fly in the air

长期容忍这种事发生。我宁愿目睹混乱。

oranges become shields against the –ism. Or when I see

我说，混乱好啊。当苹果也能在空中飞翔，

apples swimming in the ocean of words like mermaids,

柑橘成为与主义斗争的盾牌。或者，

oranges a pack of camels carrying feelings on their backs,  I feel

当我看到苹果在词的海里翱游，就像美人鱼；

liberated. I feel so liberated I start writing about

柑橘也被人看作驮起情感的骆驼。到那时

the republic of apples and democracy of oranges. When I see

我才会觉得我得到解放；在解放中，

apples have not become tanks, oranges not bombs,

我写下苹果的共和和柑橘的民主。我会说：

I know I've not become a slave of words after all.

看到苹果没有变成坦克，柑橘没有成为

炸弹。就是看到我终于没有成词的奴隶。