Summer '20 Issue | 2020夏季刊

rimu road

by Lily Holloway


those fish in the stream by the coastlands laundromat

are sleek bodies swept grass-like

they run under the subway in the mall

flicker sunwards

billboards with the flesh pushed or

out-slotted roadside onlook

a market in the paddock two months ago

politicians under bracken

cows huddled in a mass of five

there’s a goldfinch perched on the thistle

raspberry and slinking grass pressing

up against the paddock fence

and it bulges

and in the shed over the fence

jointed grass knocks out at the windows from the inside

splayed like fingers

knocking in nighttime wind

and it bulges


wild hawkweed disembowels one of those green electric boxes

I had a dream that gorse was something different


Lily Holloway is a 21 year-old English and Ancient History student at the University of Auckland in Aotearoa. Her work has been published in Mayhem, The Three Lamps, and The Spinoff among other literary places. This year she has received the Shimon Weinroth Prize in Poetry, the Kendrick Smithyman Scholarship for Poetry and second place in the Charles Brasch Young Writers’ Essay Competition.

芮木路

翻译:诗验室

那些沿海洗衣房旁小溪里的鱼儿

是草一样挥舞的优美姿态

他们在商场的地铁下方奔跑

沿着太阳的方向摇曳着


被抽空肉体的广告牌或

错位的路边目击者

围场里两个月前的集市

欧洲蕨下的政治家们

五头蜷成一团的奶牛


一只金翅雀在蓟草上方栖息

树莓和若隐若现的杂草

挤压着围场的篱笆

它膨胀着


在旁边的库房内

具节山羊草从里面压向窗户

像手指一样伸展着

敲击着夜晚的风

它膨胀着


野山柳菊灌满整个绿色电箱

我曾做梦以为荆豆是别的东西


Lily Holloway 现就读于新西兰奥克兰大学英文与古代史专业。她的作品曾发表于《Mayhem》、《The Three Lamps》与《The Spinoff》等处。今年,她已获得“Shimon Weinroth Prize诗歌奖”,“Kendrick Smithyman诗歌奖学金”以及“Charles Brasch青年作家散文大赛“第二名。



噢,我还能歌唱吗

作者:黄圣

噢,我还能歌唱吗

咽喉里一块金色的肉

热的锻造,数亿次歌唱

夜莺卡在空调里


蜡的、匀质的街上

昨天的店铺被明天易主

今天全部打烊

新兴的、吃炸鸡那条街上

人都肿胀了,很轻

拖着长长的影子像涂油

年迈的树在示众

伤口被刷绿

时代,抛上一层

借来的、非自我之光


话术追着我们

一种反复在压垮我们

舌头爆破。汞柱碎裂

亡灵都是温热的、喝不下的

恶脱口而出

手比划着失去,爱很褴褛

黄圣,在上海经营一家诗歌书店。


O, can I still sing

translated by PLS

O, can I still sing

a golden lump in the throat

forging of the heat, a song sung a billion times

nightingale stuck in the air conditioner

On the street waxed and homogeneous

yesterday’s shops replaced by tomorrow’s

everything is closed today


Over the new street where they sell fried chicken

people swelling, weightless

dragging their elongated shadows, as if anointing


Aged trees are demonstrating

wounds are polished green

time, burnishing with

borrowed, non-self light


Wordplay chases after us

but we are crushed by a repetition

exploded tongue. broken mercury

Specters are warm, undrinkable

evil slipped out of the mouth

hands gesturing about loss, ragged love


Huang Sheng runs a poetry book store in Shanghai.



Commuter

by L Kiew


Traffic mills into a single roar,

steel-blue staining the ears.

Pause, before

descending the cataract

into the Underground.


The human swarm takes you

with its undertow

as treacherous

as adders mating

in a tight tunnel.


It swerves,

eddies and rushes,

pushing until you

are expelled

new and green.

Inhale

stillness through your skin

like an amphibian

returned to its natal pond.


L Kiew is a Chinese-Malaysian living in London. Her debut pamphlet The Unquiet came out with Offord Road Books in February 2019. She is currently a participant in the London Library Emerging Writers Programme.

通勤者

翻译:诗验室

车流碾成一声咆哮,

钢青玷污着耳朵。

在涌入地铁

之前

暂停一下。


人群拖着你

用蝰蛇交配时

背叛的意志

将你卷入

狭小的隧道


它扭转着

环绕和移动着

直到你被

吐出,变得

新而绿


用皮肤

呼吸静止

像一只两栖动物

回到它出生的池塘。


L Kiew 是华裔马来西亚人,现居伦敦。她于2019年2月通过Offord Road Books出版第一部诗集《The Unquiet》,现为"伦敦图书馆新兴作家计划"的一名驻地诗人。


TEA FLAG, PRAYER MOON

by Adrian Lurssen


history’s

porcelain arc


blued against

white


heron bamboo

fisherman pot


true

not true


leaf and

spring