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第四十二期节目，我们邀请了「不成气候No Such Climate」的主播乐园、何弦，他们带来的诗是 Gott spricht zu jedem nur 、 Man is Born in Tao 

Gott spricht zu jedem nur, eh er ihn macht,

dann geht er schweigend mit ihm aus der Nacht.

Aber die Worte, eh jeder beginnt,

diese wolkigen Worte, sind:

Von deinen Sinnen hinausgesandt,

geh bis an deiner Sehnsucht Rand;

gieb mir Gewand.

Hinter den Dingen wachse als Brand,

dass ihre Schatten, ausgespannt,

immer mich ganz bedecken.

Lass dir Alles geschehn: Schönheit und Schrecken.

Man muss nur gehn: Kein Gefühl ist das fernste.

Lass dich von mir nicht trennen.

Nah ist das Land,

das sie das Leben nennen.

Du wirst es erkennen

an seinem Ernste.

Gieb mir die Hand. 

(von Rainer Maria Rilke)

英文版本

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,

then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,

go to the limits of your longing.

Embody me.

Flare up like flame

and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.

You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

（from Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

Life is dangerous, but that is the beauty of it - it is insecure, because insecurity is the very nature of movement, aliveness, vitality. The more dead you are, the more secure. When you are in your grave there will be no danger. What can happen to you anymore? Nothing! Nobody can harm you when you are dead. But when you are alive, you are vulnerable, you can be harmed. But I tell you, that is the beauty of life.

A flower in the morning cannot believe that by the evening it will be gone. But that is the beauty of it - in the morning it is so glorious, so magnificent, an emperor, and by the evening it is gone. Just think of a flower made of stone or plastic - it remains. It remains; it will never fade. But whenever something never fades it means it never bloomed. Marriage is a plastic flower, love is the real flower - in the morning it blooms, by the evening it has gone. A marriage continues, it has a permanency about it. But in this impermanent world how can anything real be permanent?

Everything real will have to exist moment to moment.

(From Osho, “When the Shoe Fits”, Chapter “Man is Born in Tao)

Music:

Michael Giacchino - Rosie’s Nocturne (from “Jojo Rabbit”)

Lesfm -Just Relax (from pixabay, https://pixabay.com/music/search/just%20relax/)

「不成气候No Such Climate」，是一档广泛地关注气候变化、空气污染等大气科学议题与时事热点、社会生活的相交点的播客。

最后，如果你也是主播，喜欢读诗的话，欢迎你也能参与这个播客哦~