Feng Shan

Whose wind is that?
Never flow a fan.
It’s not the sound,
All glaciers melt
not the move.
of distant,
confused waves.
The only other sound
Is the break
And birds awake.
The spectrum is
a flocculent spectrum.
Recurring ebbs.
Sister. Snows.
Snare. Sling.
Plethora of
Vibrant matters.
You, and me,
and their clouds
Network,
And network,
And networks.
Low voices expand.
The wind is breathing,
Not the fan.
Unformed and deep,
It’s not the wind.

不是风,不是扇

是谁的风
从未流动一只风扇
不是声音
所有冰川融化
不是运动
远处
疑惑的波浪
唯一的其他声音
是休止
和苏醒的鸟群
频谱
是絮状的频谱
重复的退潮
姐妹 积雪
鼓片 弹弓
振响的物质
不计其数
你 和我
和他们的云
网络
和网络
和网络们
低音在膨胀
风在呼吸
不是扇
未成形 深刻的
不是风

Xuan Ye 2018
For Fans, Microphones, Electronics

Photo credit: Claire Harvie

Photo credit: Kristian Fourier

Photo credit: Claire Harvie

Video credit: Kristel Jax