  我们的游戏现在完了。我们的这些演员， 我已说过，原是一些精灵， 现在化成空气，稀薄的空气： 顶着云霄的高楼， 富丽堂皇的宫殿， 庄严的庙宇，甚至这地球本身， 对了，还有地球上的一切， 将来也会像这毫无根基的幻象一般的消逝， 并也会和这刚幻灭的空虚的戏景一样， 不留下一点烟痕。 我们的本质原来也和梦的一般，我们的短促的一生 是被圜绕在睡眠里面。 ——莎士比亚《暴风雨》选段，梁实秋译本 Our game is over now. Our actors, I have already said that it was originally some elves, Now it turns into air, thin air: A tall building towering against the clouds, A magnificent palace, A solemn temple, even the Earth itself, By the way, and everything on Earth, In the future, it will also disappear like this baseless illusion, And it will also be like this newly disillusioned and empty scene, Leave no trace of smoke. Our essence turned out to be like a dream, our short life It is wrapped around a circle in sleep. ——Selected passages from Shakespeare's The Tempest, translated by Liang Shiqiu
Georg Baselitz, Wenn das Wörtchen wenn nicht wär, wärs Lichtenstein gewesen (If if were not a word, it would have been Lichtenstein), 2019, oil on canvas, 99 5/8 × 161 1/2 inches (253 × 410 cm), Artwork © Georg Baselitz; photos: Jochen Littkemann. Courtesy Gagosian         |
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