Yin Xiaoyuan – avant garde cross over poet from Beijing – from Pinyon Publishing, has translated my poems. She is founder of the Encyclopedic Poetry School, a pioneering movement which combines physics, astronomy, geography, atmospheric science, geometry, biology, medicine, chemistry, history, archaeology, mathematics, psychology, aesthetics, linguistics, mythology, musicology, cinematics, linguistics, semiotics, architecture, sociology, philosophy, information technical and artificial intelligence, etc., and a systematical integration of classicism, romanticism, Symbolism, impressionism, surrealism, absurdism, expressionism, constructivism, postmodernism in poetry, esp. epics. As for style exercises, codes, Braille, entries, Excel formulas, charts, installation arts, riddles, interactive multi-ending plots, etc. have been integrated so far into traditional literary genres.
Influenced by Oulipan poetics, Encyclopedic Poetry School attaches more importance to guidebookish, assimilative, constructive treatment of subject matters and encyclopaedia, as well as techniques and new structures and patterns.
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萤火虫
现在还没到
萤火虫绝迹的季节
它们一闪一闪
仿佛绿色光标
微芒落在
我们那辆停在榴莲树下的
Morris Minor 1000上
也许
有1000只或更多
我们惊异又慰藉
夜晚
带来一场大秀
萤火虫
犹如圣诞花火
交织在
遥远平面的树叶
或闸门之间
它正螺旋上升
等待名单上
一切都被放下
一种颜色
虽然是浓厚的翡翠色
与苍蝇并无血缘
只是一种飞虫
有着橘红油漆色的硬壳
它们如何看待自己
需要更深入探究
也许会有科学的答复
但现在它们更深地落入
他们关闭的风雪
一只只
消失了
The Fire Flies
These are not the last
days of the fire flies
the fire flies blink like
the green indicator
lights on
our Morris Minor
1000 parked
under a Durian tree maybe
a thousand or more
We are surprised & satisfied
the evening brings
on the show
the fire flies like
Christmas lights that
weave through
the foliage or
the strobes of distant
planes on spiralling
waiting lists
for landing all
one colour though
they are trick emeralds
they are not a fly at all
but a bug with
a hard shell of orange lacquer
how they see themselves
requires further investigation
perhaps a scientific response but
going now deeper into
the flurry they turn off
one by one &
两位母亲 / 一场对话
在乎你的人
被你抛弃在
村庄岁月的
缓慢萌芽中
另一位放弃了
她的几英亩休耕地
最有价值的资产
是美丽&乐观
诸神&群魔
谁的卧室沦为
供奉三速风扇
和蜚声遐迩的歌手们的神龛
一位是店里的顶梁柱
熨烫（一切
有着完美的折痕）
另一位生下
一个困惑的后代——他似乎有一部分
是鸟，披着奇怪的羽毛
另一部分是你
The Two Mothers / a Conversation
The one who cares
is the one you abandon
to the slow germination
of village days.
The other one abandons
her few fallow acres
whose most valued possessions
are beauty & optimism
gods & demons
whose bedroom has become
a shrine to a three speed fan
and singers of renown.
One is the backbone of the shop
ironing (everything
has a perfect crease).
The other gives birth
to a confused offspring – part
bird perhaps, oddly plumed
partly you.
Adam Aitken 