Untitled (To Miso That Arrived Late)
The miso you
promised to make for me, I have not yet received it.
A room in preparation of a journey. A kitchen after a farewell. All left in a mess.
Those distant places, indescribable and yet to be proved, always seem to be expecting something. A meteor. A seed that adapts to all changes. A troubled heart.
Your writings are drowned out by waves of wheat grains, the secret recipe that will fulfil your wish is lost in South China. The black-haired girl who is obsessed with fragments of ancient porcelain once picked them up one-by-one, formed recognisable sentences.
This, one That, two And then, three drops of koji four beans five grains of rice six grains of salt (distilled from seawater collected from around the Himalayas) seven moods of waiting (steamed from the rivers and seas within our bodies) – all are given to the mysterious kitchen of time.
From the face of time to its end. A reckless traveller. The beans dedicate themselves to fermenting a pathway, like a shortcut from the hollow of one’s hand to its back. Only in midst of turning. Only in midst of thirst. She arrived, though so very late. Arose in me the depths of the mountain of night, with her taste. Awakening from a dream on the back of a horse, the moon is far away, steam rises from hot tea.
The ocean from the old past hides inside our bodies, while I continue to wait. Those breathless seeds, moving in the speed of light within, collapse into black holes. The bacteria, secretly, in the darkness of night, will eventually create a taste that embraces our reunion.
-- Untitled (To Miso That Arrived Late), by Hu Fang, Excerpts from TYT [Take Your Time] Vol. 5: The Kitchen, published by Studio Olafur Eliasson, Berlin, 2013, page 221
无题（致姗姗来迟的味噌）
你答应给我 亲手酿制的味噌 我还没有收到临行前的房间 饯行后的厨房 已是遍地狼籍 那些无法描述无从证实的远方 总像期待着什么 一颗流星 一颗随遇而安的种子 一颗忐忑不安的心
你的书写 隐没于麦粒掀起的波浪 而成全你的秘方 遗失在中国的南方 那个痴情于古瓷碎片的 黑发女孩，曾将它们一一捡起 拼成可以辨认的 字迹
这是一 那是二 然后是三滴酒曲 四颗大豆 五粒米 六粒盐（升华自喜马拉雅山附近的海水） 七种等待的心情 （蒸腾自我们体内的江海） ——一切将交接给时间神秘的厨房
从时间的正面走到背面为一个鲁莽的旅人 豆们鞠躬尽瘁 发酵着路径 犹如从掌心到掌背的捷径 只是在翻转之间 只是在饥渴之间 她到来 尽管姗姗来迟 却以她的味道 让我在夜的深山中忽然醒悟： 马上惊残梦 月运茶烟升
久远的海洋在我们体内 而我还在等 那些缺氧的种子 在近乎光速的运动中 坍塌成自身的黑洞 那些暗夜中的微菌 终将衍生出 有利于我们和解的味觉
——无题（致姗姗来迟的味噌），作者：胡昉， 引自《从容不迫（第五集）：厨房》，由奥拉维尔·埃利亚松工作室出品，柏林，2013，第221页
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