Bilingual Readings of Spring '24 Issue

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One poem, two worlds.

  1. 05/02/2024

    9. jump off - 杰

    jump off translated by PLS four (as in the fourth day of the fourth month)                        jumping off the cliff to dive into people’s hearts                                                              such a careless intentional plan individuals perish together                        back against the precipice protesting in silence destiny this arrogant conspirator summoning the spirits out inherent poverty is like a haunting ghost before death you tie up my limbs from the uterus of hell steal the last straw that crushed Xiangzi* those who wish to reincarnate but die on the same day dead early but born on the same day replace the life-saving straw for those who wish to die save everyone from losing the dignity of being a man * the rickshaw boy from Lao She’s novelRickshaw Boy.

  2. 05/02/2024

    7. birth of a white night - 杰

    birth of a white night translated by PLS in bed, i witness the escape of ten million stars night brutal as usual sultry as usual in a dream, i am again a laminated fish forcing out a corridor chewed by tusks then a sinking yet un-sprouted body what belongs to tonight should all be handed to the night the first heartbeat, breath analogy, lyricism i can still shut my eyes, or be soaked or migrate, to the age of seven, eight to the light and warmth of the star and the unmeasurable, opaque spirals back then, everything should be white because my memory/oblivion aren’t as abundant/dangerous as fish piercing pain. at last i welcome another ten million stars/scales the ten millionth time of sinking/waking.

  3. 05/02/2024

    6. Elements - 杰

    Elements After John Thompson’s “The Onion” by Erin Vosters He is toasting spices, tawny cumin  browning in the cast iron pan seasoned weekly in his attention, and the air is hot with it. Windows  open, fan on, each breath  burning at the heart of me. Sometimes I have to walk out, sit on the cool concrete front step, breathe the empty evening before I steep again in the curried air. With the knife blade flat, he cracks into cloves of garlic, and their isotopes light the main floor, a bright rush of scent.How hot should I make this?The smell is not just smell but presence, atmosphere, and we are alone in it.In the emerald living room, I sit and look through to the kitchen.His neck bends over the cutting board, an onion comes apart, his eyes strain open

  4. 05/02/2024

    10. 大拼盘 - 莹

    大拼盘 翻译：诗验室 是我 是我闻起来像蒜 在他人的创造之上 花了整整一个小时后 香料袋内在自我 从未剪的指甲发散 我切苹果，肌肤 依旧柔软，粗糙 你称之为特权的手 烫伤或刮伤 如今捧着颈静脉 压至骨子里猪样的遗憾 我反感这工作 这难以消除的气味与许久才褪的伤痕 被油烟熏过的脸与刺痛的脚 到最后有吃的 不是给我，或你 而是桌子。

  5. 05/02/2024

    10. Platters - Jill J. Tan

    Platters by Jill J. Tan It is me I am the thing that smells like garlic  Bouquet garni innerself  emanating from uncut fingernails having worked an hour too long on another’s creation I cut apples, skin still soft, unworked The hands you called privileged scalded and scored now taking hold of the jugular cracking down bone-deep into porcine regret I am revulsed by this work  the indelible scent and slow-fading burn grease-fogged cheek and aching feet At the end of the day there is food Not for me, or you, but for the table.

  6. 05/02/2024

    9. 下一跳 - 莹

    下一跳 作者：nobody 四月四号的四                            跳下悬崖才能跳入人心                                                         多么无意的刻意安排啊 个人同归于尽                          背着峭壁仅以无声对抗 命运这个洋气的阴谋家 召唤灵魂出窍 贫穷与生俱来似鬼压床 在生前将你我手脚扎紧 自阴间的子宫 将压死祥子的芥草偷来 想超生而同日死的人替 早死而同日生 换赴死之人的救命稻草 大家保全了做人的尊严

  7. 05/02/2024

    8. S于Gay吧 - 莹

    S 于 Gay 吧 翻译：诗验室 制冷的弹簧床垫拒绝约束  浴室尼古丁如船与船体露台 拎起盖子与风不幸时的 小放纵娃娃闪亮抓住肚脐 绝望的人和低音歌手离开餐馆 到外面潜水错误的入场 被高大的尖兵保护凝结的水珠 与闲聊同性恋自胯部存活下来 的暴力抓住锡箔屋顶与关闭的选项卡 每幅画面都变成副本那里人行道 呕吐物红色错失标记但房子里头是空的 主人已去它被打开且无人问津

  8. 05/02/2024

    8. S at Gay Bar - J.B. Kalf

    S At the Gay Bar by J.B. Kalf The air conditioning mattress with springs refusing to curb  bathroom nicotine like the ship and its hull the patio  lifting the lid and the wind little indulgences  on miseries and dolls flashing grip of the navel desperate men and crooners as exiting the diner and entering the dive outside the wrong entrance protected by the butch vanguard condensation and chit chat violence of the homosexual surviving through hips gripping tinfoil roofs and closed tabs and each image becomes the duplicate where sidewalk vomit red misses the mark but inside the house is empty and the owner is gone and it is unlocked and it is left alone.

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