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村上さんのスピーチ全文公開(邦訳あり) パレスチナ イスラエルの新聞「ハアレツ」電子版(英語)が村上さんのスピーチ全文を 掲載して下さいました(18日) 一週間で消えますので転載させていただきます <(_ _)> http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1064909.html 追記 邦訳も上がっています<(_ _)> http://www.47news.jp/47topics/e/93925.php http://d.hatena.ne.jp/sho_ta/20090218/1234913290 http://d.hatena.ne.jp/m_debugger/20090218/1234917019 白燐弾、ロケット弾等具体的に言葉が出ており、亡くなったお父上のことも 語られています 要旨では漠然としていましたが、全文ではずっとはっきり意味がわかります 掲載して下さり感謝します 村上さんがイスラエルでこのスピーチを行った勇気には素直に頭が下がります 懐に飛び込んで話をしてくれる人の言葉には、心を動かされます こういうやり方もあるのだと教えられました 私は家にいて何もできず、せめてブログだけはと、門外漢にできる限り 簡単にでも情報を紹介しようとしてきました 時間的にもきついですしお金の面ではマイナスにしかなりません これで仕事など来ませんから^_^; しかし自分にとってはこれも必要なことなのでしょう ***** Always on the side of the egg By Haruki Murakami Tags: Israel News, Haruki Murakami I have come to Jerusalem today as a novelist, which is to say as a professional spinner of lies. Of course, novelists are not the only ones who tell lies. Politicians do it, too, as we all know. Diplomats and military men tell their own kinds of lies on occasion, as do used car salesmen, butchers and builders. The lies of novelists differ from others, however, in that no one criticizes the novelist as immoral for telling them. Indeed, the bigger and better his lies and the more ingeniously he creates them, the more he is likely to be praised by the public and the critics. Why should that be? My answer would be this: Namely, that by telling skillful lies - which is to say, by making up fictions that appear to be true - the novelist can bring a truth out to a new location and shine a new light on it. In most cases, it is virtually impossible to grasp a truth in its original form and depict it accurately. This is why we try to grab its tail by luring the truth from its hiding place, transferring it to a fictional location, and replacing it with a fictional form. In order to accomplish this, however, we first have to clarify where the truth lies within us. This is an important qualification for making up good lies. Advertisement Today, however, I have no intention of lying. I will try to be as honest as I can. There are a few days in the year when I do not engage in telling lies, and today happens to be one of them. So let me tell you the truth. A fair number of people advised me not to come here to accept the Jerusalem Prize. Some even warned me they would instigate a boycott of my books if I came. The reason for this, of course, was the fierce battle that was raging in Gaza. The UN reported that more than a thousand people had lost their lives in the blockaded Gaza City, many of them unarmed citizens - children and old people. Any number of times after receiving notice of the award, I asked myself whether traveling to Israel at a time like this and accepting a literary prize was the proper thing to do, whether this would create the impression that I supported one side in the conflict, that I endorsed the policies of a nation that chose to unleash its overwhelming military power. This is an impression, of course, that I would not wish to give. I do not approve of any war, and I do not support any nation. Neither, of course, do I wish to see my books subjected to a boycott. Finally, however, after careful consideration, I made up my mind to come here. One reason for my decision was that all too many people advised me not to do it. Perhaps, like many other novelists, I tend to do the exact opposite of what I am told. If people are telling me - and especially if they are warning me - "don't go there," "don't do that," I tend to want to "go there" and "do that." It's in my nature, you might say, as a novelist. Novelists are a special breed. They cannot genuinely trust anything they have not seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands. And that is why I am here. I chose to come here rather than stay away. I chose to see for myself rather than not to see. I chose to speak to you rather than to say nothing. This is not to say that I am here to deliver a political message. To make judgments about right and wrong is one of the novelist's most important duties, of course. It is left to each writer, however, to decide upon the form in which he or she will convey those judgments to others. I myself prefer to transform them into stories - stories that tend toward the surreal. Which is why I do not intend to stand before you today delivering a direct political message. Please do, however, allow me to deliver one very personal message. It is something that I always keep in mind while I am writing fiction. I have never gone so far as to write it on a piece of paper and paste it to the wall: Rather, it is carved into the wall of my mind, and it goes something like this: "Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg." Yes, no matter how right the wall may be and how wrong the egg, I will stand with the egg. Someone else will have to decide what is right and what is wrong; perhaps time or history will decide. If there were a novelist who, for whatever reason, wrote works standing with the wall, of what value would such works be? What is the meaning of this metaphor? In some cases, it is all too simple and clear. Bombers and tanks and rockets and white phosphorus shells are that high, solid wall. The eggs are the unarmed civilians who are crushed and burned and shot by them. This is one meaning of the metaphor. This is not all, though. It carries a deeper meaning. Think of it this way. Each of us is, more or less, an egg. Each of us is a unique, irreplaceable soul enclosed in a fragile shell. This is true of me, and it is true of each of you. And each of us, to a greater or lesser degree, is confronting a high, solid wall. The wall has a name: It is The System. The System is supposed to protect us, but sometimes it takes on a life of its own, and then it begins to kill us and cause us to kill others - coldly, efficiently, systematically. I have only one reason to write novels, and that is to bring the dignity of the individual soul to the surface and shine a light upon it. The purpose of a story is to sound an alarm, to keep a light trained on The System in order to prevent it from tangling our souls in its web and demeaning them. I fully believe it is the novelist's job to keep trying to clarify the uniqueness of each individual soul by writing stories - stories of life and death, stories of love, stories that make people cry and quake with fear and shake with laughter. This is why we go on, day after day, concocting fictions with utter seriousness. My father died last year at the age of 90. He was a retired teacher and a part-time Buddhist priest. When he was in graduate school, he was drafted into the army and sent to fight in China. As a child born after the war, I used to see him every morning before breakfast offering up long, deeply-felt prayers at the Buddhist altar in our house. One time I asked him why he did this, and he told me he was praying for the people who had died in the war. He was praying for all the people who died, he said, both ally and enemy alike. Staring at his back as he knelt at the altar, I seemed to feel the shadow of death hovering around him. My father died, and with him he took his memories, memories that I can never know. But the presence of death that lurked about him remains in my own memory. It is one of the few things I carry on from him, and one of the most important. I have only one thing I hope to convey to you today. We are all human beings, individuals transcending nationality and race and religion, fragile eggs faced with a solid wall called The System. To all appearances, we have no hope of winning. The wall is too high, too strong - and too cold. If we have any hope of victory at all, it will have to come from our believing in the utter uniqueness and irreplaceability of our own and others' souls and from the warmth we gain by joining souls together. Take a moment to think about this. Each of us possesses a tangible, living soul. The System has no such thing. We must not allow The System to exploit us. We must not allow The System to take on a life of its own. The System did not make us: We made The System. That is all I have to say to you. I am grateful to have been awarded the Jerusalem Prize. I am grateful that my books are being read by people in many parts of the world. And I am glad to have had the opportunity to speak to you here today.
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タイトルの通りです。
期待してたけれど同人フリーを思わせる出来に萎え萎え。
元が携帯ってのもあるのかなぁと。。。
同人フリーでもこのぐらいの出来のはいくらでもあると思う。
携帯版の元のを知らないが、単純に移植しただけの感があり
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Q.緊急です。わかりやすい訳お願いします。Fond memory paints us scenes of ...
緊急です。わかりやすい訳お願いします。Fond memory paints us scenes of other yearsWe need our memories stillAnd Christ amid those joyous seats and chairsThe school house on the hill Oh the school house that stands upon the hillI never never can forgetDear happy days they gather round me stillI never no never can forgetThere hangs a swing up on the maple treeWhere you and I once swungThere flows the spring forever flowing freeAs when we both were young There climbs the vines and there the berries growWhich once we prized so highAnd there the ripe snug ? glisten in the groveOf rich October skies以上です。長いですがお願いいたします。
A.意訳です。昔の思いでは他の年の絵も描くよ。まだもっと、記憶を思い出そう。丘の上の学校でキリストが、喜ばしい多くの席の真中に。ああ、丘の上に建つ学校。決して決して忘れられない。愛し嬉しい日々は今もわたしを包む。決して、そう決して忘れられない。楓の木にブランコが。君とわたしが遊んだそのブランコ。春がいつまでも自由に流れて行く。私たちが若かった時と変わらず。そこに枝だ。そこにはベリーの実が。若い頃とでも好きだったベリー。木立のなかでキラキラと輝き実っている。豊かな十月の空に。
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