[转]我冥想的地狱：鸡尾酒会（Jillian Shulman）

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我冥想的地狱：鸡尾酒会
她知道我的名字，但不能辨别我的面孔。她把我领进房间，等那些人。他们了解我的胃、肝脏以及静脉。“他们迟到，很时髦，而他们遇上主人并碾磨她时，却感到优雅。”我希望这黑色的混合物如我悬荡在红、绿、金黄之间而脸红一般美好。这位干练、色彩斑斓的女士停下来，在糟糕的信仰中让他们目眩神迷。她恭维我的颜色。我却抵制着，我要保全我的尊严。神圣变得酸腐。下一轮，空洞被端上来。

——Jillian Shulman自译

My Meditation on Hell: The Cocktail party
She knows my name,but not my face and leads me to the room to await the arrival of the ones who know my stomach, liver and veins as well. “They’re fashionably late,you see,but feel free to mill and meet the host.” I hope that black blends well as I blush,brush between reds , greens and gilded golds. The practiced,painted ladies pause, in bad faith bat their eyes and compliment my colors.I counter-compliment to secure my standing as the sacrosanct turns sour and another round is served to drown the hollow words.

——By Jillian Shulman

二十月

这位干练、色彩斑斓的女士停下来，在糟糕的信仰中让他们目眩神迷。