Bilingual Readings of Winter '23 Issue

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One poem, two worlds.

  1. 01/12/2024

    10. 方丘录音 - 高檩

    方丘 作者：高檩 我的玫瑰开在别人园中 方形，迷雾的山丘 三，被命运挑选的数字 仅在午夜的酒光中 横穿迷信的盛宴 火焰升腾，是风筝 而非月亮，月光总会坠落大地 划别海水和眼泪 作弄钟匣的那只手 是你，用一秒，定义须臾 分割危楼，弹拨的愉悦 当然，我们熟悉死亡长廊的 每一块瓷砖，复制粘贴的80厘米 他从无偏差 广播清晰地念出你的名字 刀斧届至，口舌清点着玫瑰花蕾 我们举起酒杯，潦倒度过春日 夏日，唯独少了秋日和冬日 忘了吧忘了吧全都忘了吧 我不能勾勒你的影子歌唱 有我祝福，你的玫瑰永远绽放 阳光透过梧桐树叶 就这样 写你，除了名字

  2. 01/12/2024

    10. Butte - 杰

    Butte translated by PLS my roses are blooming in a stranger’s garden square, misty hills three, the number chosen by fate crossing a feast of superstition but in the midnight reflections of wine the fire soars, it’s the kite not the moon, moonlight will always descend on earth to distinguish tears from ocean waters the hand that fumbles the clock case  was you, defining an instant with a second segmenting dilapidated buildings, from the joy of strumming of course we are no stranger to each tile of the death corridor, the eighty centimetres copy and pasted he’s never deviated the broadcast spells your name clearly the axes are imminent, tongues are counting the rosebuds we are raising glasses, spending springs and summers in abjection, except autumns and winters oh forget about it, forget all about it now i can’t sketch out your chanting shadow with my blessings, your roses will always bloom sunshine pierces through sycamore leaves  just like this to write about you, without a name

  3. 01/12/2024

    9. Wordless - 杰

    Wordless translated by PLS and Bonnie Ran 1） They wrote a book. 2） You noticed its beautiful appearance (of course, it's hard to ignore it), admiring its solid yet charming blue clothes, the Gothic letters and golden European style motif, and the tiny, slightly raised maple leaf engraving. You’d never mentioned you were out of breath, and time seemed to have left no trace in their book. You said the purpose of this journey was to excavate their traces in the book: But what was it actually? Ancient myths, historical footprints, or distant gods? Then you opened the book without any delay, rather reluctant to show your scrupulousness, only to find out: 3） The pages are blank. 4） You started cursing them for being altisonant, superficial and deceptive, as if to exhaust all the rhetoric you’d ever mastered. Yet you still had no clue who they were, there’s no way for you to find out that those thin aged papers were the bleak autumn filled with fallen leaves, the grave memories from the journey, the densely lined words that had already fled, plus the work that spoke “wordless”.

  4. 01/12/2024

    9. 失语 - 莹

    失语 作者：苒苒 （一） ta写了一本书。 （二） 你注意到它漂亮的皮囊（当然，也很难不注意）， 赞叹它坚实而不失风度的深蓝色外衣， 与外衣融为一体的哥特式字母、金色的欧式花纹， 还有那枚小小的、微微凸起的枫叶雕刻。 你从没说自己喘不过气， 岁月也仿佛从未在ta的书里留下痕迹。 你说这场旅行的意义， 便是在这本书里探寻ta的踪迹： 是什么呢？ 古老的神话， 历史的足迹， 还是遥远的神灵？ 于是你迫不及待地翻开书页， 不愿表达自己的小心翼翼 然后发现： （三） 内页是空白的。 （四） 你大骂ta冠冕堂皇、华而不实、金玉其外败絮其中， 像是要尽毕生所学的华丽辞藻。 可，你还不知道ta是谁， 也不会知道， 那些薄薄的泛黄纸张， 是落叶铺成的萧瑟的秋天， 旅行途中隆重的纪念， 流逝了的密密麻麻的字句， 还有， 用以象征“失语”的作品。

  5. 01/12/2024

    8. 园艺之艺 - 莹

    园艺之艺 翻译：诗验室 有一朵向日葵 自我右手心 如猴的纹路里 蹦出。 我脱了一层又一层 带盐的皮肤 直至花瓣在一个 狂热的旋律中闪闪发光。 我像害怕意外的恩惠 一样害怕自己 随身携带的 这一意外盛开。 一种令人不安的慰藉。 你离开的那天 我哭了。 自那以后 我一直在成为 自己的花园。

  6. 01/12/2024

    8. The Art of Gardening - 杰

    The Art Of Gardening by Chandrama Deshmukh There is a sunflower erupting through the simian crease of my right palm. I shed layer after layer of salty skin till the petals glow in a rhapsodic rhythm. I fear this abrupt flowering that I carry everywhere like an abnormal boon. A disturbing comfort. The day you left I wept. And since then I am becoming my own garden.

  7. 01/12/2024

    7. Plath who has gone mad - 杰

    Plath who has gone mad translated by PLS in the gently weaving orange drizzle grows a fruit tree mists streaming out of eyes thicken into a mountain i am taller than myself, tall as the shivering goat, restless not for a milky lake there are giant axes that slash the oceans everywhere Ilongots let out their sad rage icy blue hands, incarnadine heads wintry winds blow open delivery packages to the south no heart a plant stern as the moon walk a long road, write a short snake letters are the ice house, the station glaze windows with a map sketched on a cage i make up the overdue payment caused by being lost you are not in a field, you won’t understand midnight find a theatre in the dark on the circular altar of Bacchus only Antigone with her trembling voice congealed hardened ice stiff knuckles that can’t even remove the rectangular lid of Edgar Allan Poe’s coffin you who masters the script is in no way to be found the preposterous part is not your not showing up pain pierces the bell canopy like a glint of light i don’t want to lie but i see footsteps swirling into cute horses in the woods i am a dead branch, i am the sky

  8. 01/12/2024

    7. 疯了的普拉斯 - 莹

    疯了的普拉斯 作者：袁婵 绵绵细织的橙色飞雨 有一棵果树在生长 雾气漫出双眼结成山 我比自己更高，高如 觳觫的羊，不安 不是为了浓白的湖泊 四处都是斩破深海的巨斧 伊隆戈人源出悲伤的愤怒 冰蓝的双手，血红的人头 冬风吹破南来的邮包 没有心是凛然如月的植物 行一条长路，写一首短蛇 字是冰屋，是车站 是地图绘在囚笼的玻璃窗 我补缴迷失所致的欠款 你不在乡野，你不懂午夜 漆黑中找寻一方剧场 酒神的圆形祭坛只见 话音颤抖的安提戈涅 阴凝坚冰指节僵硬甚至 挪不开爱伦坡的方形棺盖 熟读剧本的你久等不至 荒诞之处不在你选择不来 疼痛如亮光刺穿钟罩 我不想说谎但我看见 脚步旋成林间巧稚的马 我是枯枝，我是天

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