Bilingual Readings of Winter '24 Issue

有些词翻译：诗验室、梓侠有些词代表饥饿，有些代表痛有些代表失去，有些代表悦。有一个词代表你，一个代表我。几个词代表黄，更多代表蓝。然而，在某一刻，却没有更多的词了。没有形容你笑、向后仰头甚至连虹膜都消失的词。没有能够描述我的失败的词。没有能够描述一群身着正装坐地铁的老爷叔的词。没有能够形容无意中听到姥姥致电老友，或者自己喜欢的兄弟姐妹的词。“谁谁谁死了，你听说了么。还记得咱妈走的时候，是我为她出钱置办坟头的么。”没有描述死亡的词，只有围绕它的词。听着，在发高烧时我看见姥姥坐在床边，生怕弄皱床单。但也没有能够形容她的词 —— 没有句子，没有诗行。没有代表饥饿、痛失去或悦的。一个过于单薄的术语，每个都在靠自己存活着。每天，我都坐在桌前，试图捕捉空气。没有更多代表爱或友谊的词，只有“再会，再会！”那些苍老的爷叔在地铁到站时彼此嚷着，然后下车。再会；再会。

There Are Wordsby Zixia LiuThere are words for hunger, words for painwords for loss, and words for joy. There is a word foryou, and one for me. Several for yellow, andmore for blue. Though, at a certain point, there are no more words. No words for you laughing, throwing your headback, your irises disappear. No words to describemy failing. No words for seeing a group ofancient uncles all dressed up, riding the metro.No words for overhearing my grandmothertelephoning her friends. So-and-so died, did youhear. Or one of her siblings she likes. Rememberwhen mom died, I was the one who paid for hertomb. There are no words for death, onlyaround. Listen, at the height of my fever Isaw my grandmother sitting on my bed, careful not towrinkle the bedsheets. But no words for her, either - nosentences, no lines. And none for hunger, nor painnor loss or joy. A term too thin, eachsurviving on itself. Daily, I sit by my desk and try to catchair. No other words are there for loveor friendship, only "zai-wei, zai-wei!" The ancientuncles on the metro shout at one another when one of them reaches his stop, and gets off. See you again; see youagain.

皇后镇的孤独作者：Faye（一）朝霞在身后，秋天的中段某棵不知名的树，同一片叶子，一半绿一半红和它全然绿色的样子，真不知，哪个是它本来面目很多树的叶子几近掉光，剩下零星的几片在枝头悬着像屋檐角上随风荡漾的风铃，多少次险些被拽走不知是它们有自己的执念，还是命运的眷顾，它们如今还在那枝头扭动，发出好听的声音——声音，被收进往来的风尘，一路辗转没有特定的方向，意味着到处都是方向随处可去和无处可去，或许都算得上自由若它们漂泊四方还回来，那悬着的几片，大概也早有了各自的去处正是这辗转，它们见过一些好人给贫穷的土地带去善意，在村庄目睹人的苦恼他们满怀希望地活着，不曾真正理解命运而了解一点命运的人，无法好好地生活（二）冬天的冷，有它自己的结构不知是冷风迎面撞到了我，还是我无端地闯入一阵风的内部，惊扰了它在冬天的意志我凝视过某个冬日入夜前的天空半个月亮，一边弧线清晰，另一边被云雾淡淡地晕开周身环绕着圆形清楚的光晕，从我看向高处，（如果高处都是天）仿佛那灰黑的天幕被扒开了一条利落的缝隙，露出窥探的、真诚的大眼睛无法深究，是我的凝视窥探了它，还是它始终窥探着我所在的这片土地毕竟它更懂这夜，和冬；更懂这土地上，皇后镇的孤独（三）一降温，山顶便要落雪看护这寒冬的威严是每一座山的责任，这历史由来已久，比山本身更久只有那“风铃的声音”经过，几经周折，告诉山下的人们——高处，只有雪的孤独若是大雪覆盖整座山体，风铃的声音经过时，便要被冻住，便无法传达给下一处，更多的高处只有雪山脚下的Wakatipu湖，承担起雪山新的重量承担每一片雪花崩裂时的尖叫，承担它们化作雪水的春天承担我，也就承担了你——你是，来不及落在我门前的雪你躺下的位置是我眼睛的深处，你待够一个冬天就走像许多前来滑雪的人，不会和喜欢的事物永远待在一起，也不会只和它们待在一起那风铃的声音辗转成我弯弯曲曲的思念，途经你没有落下的高度再回到我这里，再回到叶子——这是一个冬天和许多个冬天的复活这是曲曲折折的顺从这是皇后镇的孤独

the solitude of Queenstowntranslated by PLS1sunrise behind you, in the middle of an autumnupon an unknown tree, one leaf, sometimes half green half redsometimes fully green, you never know, which is its true colourmost trees are left with few leaves, dangling on the tips of brancheslike wind chimes dancing at the edge of the eave, so often so close to being lured away by windyou never know if it’s out of their own belief, or fate, they are still gyratingunder the branches, making pretty sounds—the sounds entangled with dusty wind, floating onno set directions, meaning the direction is everywheregoing everywhere and having nowhere to go, may both be considered freedomif they still return after all the travelling, those leaves, perhaps had their own destination long ago it is through these twists and turns, they have met some kind peopleoffering some goodness to the arid land, witnessing the villagers’ sufferingthey live full of hope, yet do not really understand fatebut those who know a thing or two about fate, can’t live properly2the wintry cold, has its own structurenot sure if it’s the cold wind that slaps me, or me who barges into the interior of a gust, disturbing its will for winteri’ve stared at the sky before a winter day turns to nighthalf moon, one side a clear arc, the other sfumatoed by misty cloudssurrounded by a clear halo, looking up from where i am (if that height means the sky) as if through a neat crevice in the dark veil, disclosing its inquisitive, honest eyesit’s difficult to know, whether it’s my stare that probes it, or itself that has been probing the land I stand upon all alongafter all it understands the night and winter better, the solitude of Queenstown on this land3as the temperature drops, it starts snowing atop the mountainsmaintaining the wintry prestige is the responsibility of every mountain, it’s been like this, the tradition is older than the mountainsonly the sound of wind chimes that passes, can then through a few detours, tell the people under the mountains: there’s only solitude of the snow high upif the snow envelops the whole mountain, when the sound passes by, it will be frozen, unable to reach the next stop, the higher heightand only the Wakatipu Lake at the foot of the snow mountain, can stand the new weight of the snow mountainstand the scream of every snowflake as they crack, stand the spring as they meltstand me, stand you—you are, the snow that never reaches my doorwhere you lie is the depth of my eyes, one winter then you’ll leavelike many who have come to skate, who would’t stay forever with what they love, and would’t stay only with themthe sound of wind chimes has turned into my sinuous longing, that passes by the height you never reachand returned to where i am again, returned to leaf—this is the resurrection of one winter and many wintersthis is the twisting obediencethis is the solitude of Queenstown

孕作者：小澜香烟，酒精，狂欢。有时可卡因。我弯下腰，腹部。痛感像潮水袭来该死我怀上了你的孩子它吸食我生命中为数不多的养料令人恐惧地唤起我的母性而这一切，只不过是因为那天我让你看了我最美丽的伤痕。你没有说话，只是用哀视叩起我心中爱的大门一个忧郁的人，以痛苦为他唯一的勋章异类。然后你离开了。而它带着对你情欲的延续摧残我爱是如此弱小而脆弱哪怕是源自一个微不足道的巧合

pregnancytranslated by PLScigarettes, alcohol, rave. sometimes cocaine.i bend my back, abdomen. pains arrive in tidesdamni’m pregnant with your childit sucks the few nutrients out of my lifescarily wakes the mother in mebut all this, was because that dayi revealed to youmy most beautiful scar.you didn’t say a word, with a sad lookunlocking the door of love in mea despondent man, who takes pride solely in sufferingan outcast. and then you left.but it bears the continuation of your desiredestroying melove can be so small and fragileeven if born froman insignificantcoincidence

museum of stonestranslated by PLSinside the museum of stonesthere are different shapes of stoneseach with their own spoteach bearing their looksone left, one rightmen are like mountainsstones grow out of themsometimes i think of thefriend who has stoneswhen the pain startsnot even holding his back can stop itthe stones that grow out of himare taken out through surgeryone left, one rightsometimes, i think of youthink of us as the stones born by the universetwo silent stones loved dearly by the universeeach going through its own journeyeach casting its own sophisticationone left, one right

回家·其一作者：养恐龙诗躲在字典年轻人都藏向书你不存在 如果没有人阅读被抛下的标点挤不进城市 回不去村庄失去换行失去韵律失去改造语言的野心失去一个逗号，一次呼吸的许可一张稿纸被撕碎就收获一份勇气所以怀念也是一种特权攒够了体面的人呐请替我乘上 回故乡的车

石头博物馆作者：孙灵芝在石头博物馆有各种形状的石头各吹各的风各承各的目光东一颗，西一颗人和山一样身体也会长出石头有时候，我想起那个得了结石病的朋友他疼的时候扶着腰也止不住疼他长出来的石头被手术取出来东一颗，西一颗有时候，我想起你想起我们是宇宙长出的石头两颗沉默的石头让宇宙心疼各历各的风月各练各的深沉东一颗，西一颗

going home Itranslated by PLSthe poem hides itself in the dictionarythe youngsters hide themselves in booksyou don’t exist if no one readsthe punctuation marks left behindunable to find a place in the city, nor return to the villagelosing newline losing metres losing the ambition to reform languageslosing a comma,once,a permit to breatheto tear a manuscript is to harvest a couragetherefore yearning is a privilege toothose who have earned enough dignityplease get on the returning bus home for me

行为艺术提案2作者：Taihui（过去的笔记提供了一些动作指导，它说：如果你想沉浸进去，就像水陷落在水中……）在天花板上悬挂一面镜子然后躺在床上，看着天花板，凝视一段时间直到疲倦，然后你必须睡着必须在梦里梦见那面镜子必须在梦里把自己的身体剖开（这是为了释放出高潮，它就在你的体内，像信任你自己一样信任梦：流出的血不会杀死你你会被伤的很深，但你发现，你还在呼吸）必须对着自己吼叫，说出一些肮脏的词汇必须和自己扭打在一起，然后惊醒并哭泣

距离赞歌翻译：诗验室我们之所以是因为你不是一个只起分割作用的空洞而是连接呼吸音符、词语、颗粒及瞬间的桥梁悬于山谷之上，拱于愁水之上。水平之梁自此至彼千尺悬崖自上而下我们居然敢用接近法则终结你到头来却发现更近实则另一种更远一个不断伸展的跨度。可若没了你一切又如何呢？混乱又怎能重返秩序？弦又如何颤成星辰？星球还将一如即往优雅地转动么？光又从何处获得速度？细胞又如何分化成大脑？没了你气味还能闻得了么？然而你却在观察中恣意垮掉：各种运动靠近合并、熔化线条、丝带轨道、轴流之味……

performance art proposal 2translated by PLS(a note from the past have provided some guidance on action,it says: if you want to immerse yourself, just like how water sinks in water…)suspend a mirror from the ceilingthen lie in bed, stare at the ceiling, for a whileuntil you’re fatigued, then you must fall asleepmust dream about the mirror in the dreammust cut yourself open in the dream(this is to release the orgasm, it’s inside you,trust the dream as you would trust yourself: the blood won’t kill youyou will be hurt deeply, but you’ll find yourself still breathing)you must yell at yourself, say something dirtyyou must wrestle with yourself, and wake with a start and weep

Ode to Distanceby Sass Rogando SasotWe arefor you’re nota dividing voidbut bridgebetween breaths,notes, words, particles,moments,lying suspendedabove ravines,arched overtroubling waters.Horizontal beamfrom here to there;vertical steep,summit to ground.How we dare to end youwith proximity’s law,only to find closeris just another further,a lengthening span.But what would be without you?Where would chaos getthe momentum of order?How would strings shiverinto stars?Would planets still spin,just as elegant?Where would light get the speed of its beam?How would cells divideinto a brain?Would scent still scentin the absence of your nose?Yet you wilfully collapsein observation:movements merging,melding, fluxing,threads, ribbons,orbits, axis,flavors of flow…

指作者：王嘉麟尸体在那边我用手指着尸体在语句沉断的那——然而。杜宇毕竟灰色了返云，手错遮住的唯一，暗海滩，词在石脊的安静，安静雨下在尸体上

namingtranslated by PLSthe corpse is therei point overit is in the brokenness of the sentence——but. Du Yu* eventuallygreyedthe returning clouds, the only erroneously shroudedby hand, dark shoal, wordsquiet on the spineof a rock, quietrain over the corpse*one of the semi-mythological kings of the ancient state of Shu, whose soul was believed to have transformed into a cuckoo after he died.  

而今我们温顺得像一面镜子作者：养恐龙让没有野心的年轻人迅速死亡好让应该正常的人能正常生长世界诊断出你关于天真的疾病拥有一切禁止讨论的症状接受治疗的 假装陌生将过去解释成想要的样子抵抗悔恨我们身体发福 刀枪不入

and now we are tamed as a mirrortranslated by PLSlet the ambition-less youngsters die quicklyso that those who should be normal can grow normallythe world has given you a diagnosis: an illness of innocencewhich has all the symptoms forbidden to be discussedthose who agree to be treated pretend to be strangersexplaining the past as they want to fight against remorsewe are fattening, bulletproof

灵魂伴侣作者：Faye语言和言语巩固已有的认知思想者眺望，思想所及，远于远方和远如果沉默，寂静里生出黑洞是时间的活动，意识的积累那么表达与否，已无二致但克服了重重孤独险境的表达不过将一个锈迹斑斑的思想之青铜重新打磨不再有新的知识和观点，这个世界两个灵魂，同一种语言过度使用，反复演算许多真相一个审美的夜晚，互相理解作为灵魂，它们也有弱点

soulmatetranslated by PLSlanguage and speech consolidate the existing cognitionthe thinker overlooks, where the thoughts reach, is further than the distance and farther than farif silence and the black hole grown out of itare the activities of time, and the accumulation of consciousness,then whether they are expressed or not, is no differentbut an expression that defeats all danger of solitudedoes no more than whetting the rusted bronze of thoughtno more new knowledge and opinions, this worldtwo souls, the same languageoverused, calculating many truths over and overa night of aesthetics, understanding one anotheras souls, they also bear weakness

水之曲作者：商榷舞台上的演员 抽动一下鼻子以人造信号 昭示历史之交替掌声逗留于乐章之间正如呼吸 深陷时间的裂痕残烛若明若暗人们生来就为某些关系修修补补或说修修补补即为关系本身打击乐器登录我们的身体探索回声水模仿蝉翼模仿红绿灯模仿Windows XP模仿一切直到在模仿中自溺

the water songtranslated by PLSactors on stage sniffledeclaring the historical changes with manmade signalthe clapping lingers between movementsas if breaths sinking in the crevice of timethe expiring candle flickers, people are bornto tinker for some relationshipsor the tinkering is actually the relationship itselfthe percussions log onto our bodies exploring echoeswater impersonates a cicada’s wings                          impersonates traffic lights                                     impersonates Windows XPimpersonating everything until it drowns in the impersonations