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美国的挽歌情怀

你和你所看到的美国是多么不可分割,但你却从来没有看到过;你们和美国,就像树和土地是一体的;然而多么像俄勒冈州的一棵棕榈树…在它开花之前就死了,就像迈阿密的冰雪极地一样?你们是怎样的人,你们希望成为怎样的人,而美国不是怎样的人,你们所看到的美国却不能看到怎样的人,多么像你们所生长的土地,又多么不同啊;你像一棵无根的树站在美国;对松鼠来说,从地上跳到树上爬并没有离婚。直到它看到没有橡子掉下来,它才知道两者之间没有婚姻;自然的不自然是多么可悲,多么没有结果,多么无用;难怪黎明不再是一种欢乐…… for what good the earth and sun when the tree in between is good for nothing. . . the inseparable trinity, once dissevered, becomes a cold fruitless meaningless thrice-marked deathlie in its awful amputation. . . O butcher the pork-chop is not the pig?The American alien in America is a bitter truncation; and even this elegy, dear Jack, shall have a butchered tree, a tree beaten to a pulp, upon which it'll be contained?no wonder no good news can be written on such bad news? How alien the natural home, aye, aye, how dies the tree when the ground is foreign, cold, unfree?The winds know not to blow the seed of the Redwood where none before stood; no palm is blown to Oregon, how wise the wind?Wise too the senders of the prophet. . . knowing the fertility of the designated spot where suchmeant prophecy be announced and answerable?the sower of wheat does not sow in the fields of cane; for the sender of the voice did also send the ear. And were little Liechtenstein, and not America, the designation. . . surely then we'd the tongues of Liechtenstein? Was not so much our finding America as it was America finding its voice in us; many spoke to America as though America by land-right was theirs by law-right legislatively acquired by materialistic coups of wealth and inheritance; like the citizen of society believes himself the owner of society, and what he makes of himself he makes of America and thus when he speaks of America he speaks of himself, and quite often such a he is duly elected to represent what he represents. . . an infernal ego of an America Thus many a patriot speaks lovingly of himself when he speaks of America, and not to appreciate him is not to appreciate America, and vice-versa The tongue of truth is the true tongue of America, and it could not be found in the Daily Heralds since the voice therein was a controlled voice, wickedly opinionated, and directed at gullible No wonder we found ourselves rootless. . . for we've become the very roots themselves,?the lie can never take root and there grow under a truth of sun and therefrom bear the fruit of truth Alas, Jack, seems I cannot requiem thee without requieming America, and that's one requiem I shall not presume, for as long as I live there'll be no requiems for me For though the tree dies the tree is born anew, only until the tree dies forever and never a tree born anew. . . shall the ground die too Yours the eyes that saw, the heart that felt, the voice that sang and cried; and as long as America shall live, though ye old Kerouac body hath died, yet shall you live. . . for indeed ours was a time of prophecy without death as a consequence. . . for indeed after us came the time of assassins, and whotll doubt thy last words 'After me. . . the deluge' Ah, but were it a matter of seasons I'd not doubt the return of the tree, for what good the ground upon which we stand itself unable to stand?aye the tree will in seasonal time fall, for it be nature's wont, thaPs why the ground, the down, the slow yet sure decomposition, until the very tree becomes the very ground where once it stood; yet falls the ground. . . ah, then what? unanswerable this be unto nature, for there is no ground whereon to fall and land, no down, no up even, directionless, and into what, if what, composition goeth its decomposition? We came to announce the human spirit in the name of beauty and truth; and now this spirit cries out in nature's sake the horrendous imbalance of all things natural. . . elusive nature caught! like a bird in hand, harnessed and engineered in the unevolutional ways of experiment and technique Yes though the tree has taken root in the ground the ground is upturned and in this forced vomitage is spewn the dire miasma of fossilific trees of death the million-yeared pitch and grease of a dinosauric age dead and gone how all brought to surface again and made t