Shiyun: Island Interludes 《诗韵：狮岛•秋韵》 by Arts House Limited

7 Sep, Sat | 7.30pm–9pm 8 Sep, Sun | 5pm–6.30pm Play Den, The Arts House As part of

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节目简介 “狮岛从东到西，秋韵从古至今” 通过华文诗词和华族室内音乐的融合，《诗韵：狮岛•秋韵》将探索新加坡多元且深刻的南洋人文景观如何与人人熟悉的狮城地标交织重叠。节目通过本土华文诗词的朗诵吟咏，以及华族室内各乐器之间的亲密对话，引领观众踏上新加坡著名地标的诗意与美音之旅，让沁心的抒情诗行与旋律触动你的感官并牵扯你的记忆，重新认识既熟悉又陌生的狮岛空间。本中秋节目将呈献23名在地诗人的地标经典诗作与新作，包括新加坡文化奖得主王润华、梁文福、林高、希尼尔和周粲, 得奖青年诗人周德成、陈维彪和周昊等。这些诗歌与文字的交响由新加坡文学奖最新得主陈志锐策划，并由“狮城最美男声”李荣德、知名媒体工作者刘诗璇、九年剧场剧团总监徐山淇以及陈志锐朗诵，再加上杰出作曲家冯国峻的配乐，以及摄影达人李宁强的摄影作品，必定精彩万分。《诗韵》属于艺术之家“唱诵诗乐”系列活动。

About the Programme “Island Interludes, from east to west; autumn verses, from ancient times to the present” Held in conjunction with the Mid-Autumn Festival, Island Interludes is an evening of Chinese poetry and chamber music exploring iconic landmarks and urban landscapes in Singapore. Drawing on the parallels between Chinese poetry as a lyrical recitation and Chinese chamber music as a melodic dialogue between instruments, Island Interludes takes audiences on a poetic journey through various sites and famous landmarks in Singapore, allowing them rediscover spaces that are both familiar and distant through the beauty of lyrical verses and melodies. The performance features excerpts from 23 poems by a myriad of writers across different generations, including Cultural Medallion recipients Wong Yoon Wah, Liang Wern Fook, Lin Gao, Xi Ni’Er and Zhou Can and award-winning young poets Chow Teck Seng, Tang Jui Piow and Zhou Hao amongst many others. Curated by Singapore Literature Prize-winning poet, Tan Chee Lay, the poems are recited by Lee Yong Tick, Liow Shi Suen, Mia Chee and Tan Chee Lay, paired with music composed and arranged by Phang Kok Jun, and accompanied by photographs taken by Lee Leng Kiong. It is performed in Mandarin and is part of The Arts House’s Poetry with Music series. 1

《诗韵：狮岛•秋韵》节目表 Shiyun: Island Interludes Programme 诗篇 Poem

诗人 Poet

再见，樟宜 Goodbye, Changi

周德成 Chow Teck Seng

东海岸脚踏车三部曲 East Coast Park Cycling Trilogy

林高 Lin Gao

东海岸 East Coast

陶宗旺 Tao Zongwang

雨树 Rain Tree

林方 Lin Fang

北后港 Hougang North

希尼尔 Xi Ni’Er

白珊瑚 White Coral

陈维彪 Tang Jui Piow

鸟巢蕨 Bird’s Nest Ferns

南子 Nan Zi

龙谣 Ballad of the Dragon

潘正镭 Pan Cheng Lui

芽笼士乃的记忆 Memories of Geylang Serai

刘瑞金 Henry Low

结霜桥 Sungei Road Flea Market

林得楠 Denon Lim

Page

恋上金沙 Falling in Love with the Golden Sands

林容婵 Lin Rongchan

新加坡河和我们 The Singapore River and Us

周粲 Zhou Can

浮尔顿大厦 The Fullerton

得一忘二 Fan Jinghua

零里之地 From Mile Zero

蔡深江 Chua Chim Kang

迎你，在皇家山上 Welcoming You on Fort Canning Hill

白全成 Peh Chon Seang

消失的街 Disappearing Street

周昊 Zhou Hao

丁加奴街：戏剧盒 Trengganu Street: Drama Box

梁海彬 Neo Hai Bin

救赎咖啡乌 Redemption Coffee

董农政 Tong Noong Chin

笔下成精 A Genie Beneath the Pen

陈志锐 Tan Chee Lay

湖畔散記，2019 Lakeside Notes, 2019

周天派 Skypie Chew Thean Phai

南洋大学 Nanyang University

王润华 Wong Yoon Wah

乡村华文小学 Village Chinese Primary School

黄广青 Enoch Ng Kwang Cheng

组屋族 Households

梁文福 Liang Wern Fook

再见，樟宜周德成在地平线一栋摩天楼消失后在地球一棵樟宜树砍落后在空气里独少一个你的呼吸你从此不知道这世界你是我最后的记忆在天空中一艘飞机失联后在日记写满结局一页被撕走在沙斯后多了一个你的忌日我从此不记得花开花谢深谷里最痛的美丽

当宇宙见证十万个银河系毁灭后当太阳系被黑洞给吞没当每次樟宜机场落地窗日光降落就再见不到别离的目光我再不知道你为何离去原来再见只是离别的方式原来缘聚缘散开始就是结束

Goodbye, Changi Chow Teck Seng after a skyscraper disappears on the horizon after a tree in Changi is cut on the earth in the air, your breath is the only thing missing in this world, you will never know you are my last memory after an airplane loses contact in the sky the last page of a diary torn out after SARS, your death anniversary I’ll no longer recall flowers blooming or wilting the most painful beauty deep in the valley once the universe has witnessed the destruction of a hundred thousand Milky Ways once the solar system is engulfed by a black hole once the sun calls through a window across the floor of Changi Airport I’ll never see another glance I’ll never know why you left goodbye was always just another departure meeting and departing, the beginning has always been the end 4

照片摄影：李宁强 / Photo courtesy of Lee Leng Kiong

东海岸脚踏车三部曲林高忽而骑脚踏车来轻轻那心情重吗那时候

我是那个学生风动的时候，是风花开的时候，是花那个学生同许多脚踏车许多轮子滚动到年轻的梦

遥远…好遥远似的六十年代上个世纪全岛干旱。政府制水静山村一个公共水喉都用南顺油桶排长龙用扁担挑回家用脚踏车载回家我十四岁，去排长龙骑上脚踏车载两桶水迎面来一辆汽车脚踏车翻倒把我同两桶水跌进沟渠仰头问天，还不下雨啊天不语

日子依然两个轮子儿子满五岁爸爸四十五爸爸载儿子这头到那头那头到这头东海岸是浪花阳光，是清风东海岸是豪语笑声，是放开东海岸是家庭和睦，是独自脚踏车悠悠然去，悠悠然来树美不美？美。海美不美？美。新娘子美不美？美。儿子转过来问爸爸买ice cream吃美不美？呵呵呵……

好遥远似的骑一辆破脚踏车背包一支羽球拍轻装佩剑英气阳光我是那个学生三十二岁，班上老大哥骑到椰林大道文学院走廊上笑语朗朗静静孕育

忽而骑脚踏车来那心情与我相遇，相惜曾经那时候

East Coast Park Cycling Trilogy Lin Gao riding a bike coming suddenly lightly that feeling is it heavy? that time far away… so far away in the 1960s the island was dry. Government rationed water supply a public water pipe in Kampong Cheng San all using Lam Soon oil barrels carried home on a pole carried home on a bike at fourteen, I joined the long queue riding my bike with two buckets of water, meeting a car my bike toppled spilling me and my two buckets into a ditch I looked into the sky, asking why still no rain still no words far away riding an old broken bike badminton racket in my backpack a light spear the heroic sunshine – handsome and radiant I was that student 32-year-old big brother in the class riding to the coconut-tree-lined street the hallways of the Faculty of Arts laughter reverberating, quietly gestating

I am that student when the wind blows, it is wind when the flowers bloom, they are flowers that student with many bikes, many wheels turning into youth’s dreams the days are still the same two wheels a 5-year-old son a 45-year-old father father brings son from one end to another another end to the one East Coast is a spray of sunshine, a breeze East Coast is a coarse laugh, a release East Coast is family harmony, alone the bike comes leisurely, goes leisurely is the tree beautiful? it is is the sea beautiful? it is is the bride beautiful? she is the son turns and asks the father isn’t buying ice cream beautiful? ha! riding a bike coming suddenly that feeling to meet me, cherished once that time

照片摄影：李宁强 / Photo courtesy of Lee Leng Kiong

东海岸

East Coast

陶宗旺

Tao Zongwang

没有私人别墅没有富豪园林沙滩是百姓休闲的园地海浪让众人解压天下为公是乌托邦是社会主义天堂是先人的智慧是不可逆转的社会契约东海岸是每个人的没有人拥有它所有人拥有它国人游人共享美丽的东海岸美丽的海岸线美丽的夕阳美丽的星空是社会主义的优越性是普罗大众的天堂

no private villa no rich garden the beach is a playground for the people the waves call all to unpack the whole world, public a utopia a socialist paradise it’s the wisdom of our ancestors an irreversible social contract East Coast is for all no one owns it everyone owns it citizens and tourists share beautiful East Coast beautiful eastern coastline beautiful sunset beautiful starry sky the superiority of socialism the paradise of the general public

雨树

Rain Tree

林方

Lin Fang

雨勿落雨勿落勿洛雨勿落勿洛南雨勿落勿洛北

rain don’t fall rain don’t fall on Bedok rain don’t fall on Bedok South rain don’t fall on Bedok North

夹道雨树一伞接一伞从勿洛南苦撑到勿洛北从勿洛北苦撑到勿洛南雨和树久别

rain tree sandwiching the roads one umbrella after another from Bedok South clinging through hardship to Bedok North from Bedok North painfully clinging to Bedok South rain and trees, a long time apart

如果雨落如果雨落勿洛如果雨落勿洛南如果雨落勿洛北雨和树重逢一伞接一伞雨树雨中听雨从勿洛南尽兴听到勿洛北从勿洛北尽兴听到勿洛南我依然站在等你的雨树下等你听点点滴滴的雨声点滴着往事点点滴滴

if the rain falls if the rain falls on Bedok if the rain falls on Bedok South if the rain falls on Bedok North the rain and tree reunite one umbrella after another rain tree in the rain listening to its fall from Bedok South listening happily all the way to Bedok North from Bedok North listening happily all the way to Bedok South I’m still standing waiting for you beneath the rain tree that is waiting for you each drop, drip by drip brings back the past, drip by drip

北后港希尼尔晾衣时老踢着碎瓦破亚答咕咕索索地，扬起一阵尘埃一阵尘埃后院的泥土翻黄翻黄连根拔起的甘蔗甘蔗甘蔗皇天在上，多少岁月这片后土，你仍未许安眠而中原啊，不，田园千顷竟没有一方值得你细细同泣昨夜，支撑着的椰林乃一掌一掌重重掴下徒留一片空港犹若空了的酒瓶一夕狂醉喧哗后狼藉的回忆收衣吋母亲捡起那不小心落地沾泥的黑绸衫一点也不介意毕竟，这片土地我们都沾滚了数十载还有什么，能令你有更踏实的感觉？

在抹去一片翠绿涂上灰泥之前夜夜荒凉，夜夜古井旁枕苔人梦惊跃因为你后港当你盛装远离之际月亮在哪里？月亮在哪里？甘蔗甘蔗甘蔗

Hougang North Xi Niâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;Er when drying clothes kicking old broken scraps and attap palm clinking up in a cloud of dust a cloud of dust the backyard dirt turned yellow uprooted sugar cane sugar cane sugar cane how many years has heaven reigned this plot of land, how long have you been unable to sleep? and the central plains, no, these thousands of hectares of fields no place is worthy of your tears last night, supported coconut grove hit hard leaving an empty port like an empty wine bottle after a wild drunken cry the strange memories

wiping out a patch of green before plastering it over night after night, every night beside the ancient well dreams upon my pillow surprised by you Hougang when you are dressed up, leaving where is the moon? where is the moon? sugar cane sugar cane sugar cane

a cloak mother picks it up carelessly a black silk shirt stained with dirt from the ground not minding at all after all, this land weâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve been rolling for decades what else can make you develop more practical feelings?

白珊瑚

—— 记林大头湿巴刹

陈维彪（一）

（三）

用石头丈量时间一条石两条石五条石不小心掷中一位无名大头

记忆太濡湿密封塑料袋飘散刚磨粉的咖啡和隔壁家海味、干货交织如母胎中迸出，探路的幼鱼翕忽往来

姓林的头家是仁慈，是苛刻？路牌小珊瑚般袒护着故事

（二）成长时间的扩建与让路仿佛大海淘洗小石子留下未必是，心中那一颗去年“我”，让路给今年“我” 迎面扑来车水，和马龙

渗水的鱼眼铁床上呆望游乐场战场学堂迷宫总游不回湿巴刹

（四）时间一座座转白、干枯的珊瑚在原地伫立风雨之中

White Coral

(In Memory of) Lim Tua Tow Road Wet Market

Tang Jui Piow 1

measuring time with stones one stone two stones five stones carelessly amid a an unknown “big head” the head of the Lin clan is it kindness, is it harshness street sign like small coral protecting the story

growing up time expands and gives way as if the sea is washing pebbles left but not necessarily in my heart that one last year’s me giving way to this year’s me head-on bullock cart, and heavy traffic crowds of people and vehicles

memory is too damp sealed in a plastic bag drifting freshly ground coffee and the house next door seafood, dried goods interweaving like fishing from mother’s womb, exploring hastily arriving and departing fish eye and water iron bed dazed look playground battlefield school maze forever traveling, not returning to the wet market

time turning white, dried coral in situ standing tall in the storm

鸟巢蕨

—— 碧山公园印象

南子清晨，漫步碧山公园空气中的水汽以献礼的姿势凝结成草丛中闪亮的滚圆的珍珠树梢上的黄嘴八哥以政治正确的口吻颂扬美好的一天从这里开始停步，抬头张望看见一棵树皮斑驳的把历史雕刻在身上的老树在枝桠交错，树叶重叠之处附生着趾高气扬的鸟巢蕨它们以粗厚亮绿的叶片反射温热的阳光是的，鸟巢蕨是寄生植物它们的宿主供养它们生命的所需它们天天以无所事事的方式擦亮生命的光彩不知道的人误以为它们能掌握自己的命运我无可奈何地摊开手掌我的年龄使我不能愤怒我早该明白一心一意投靠高大的乔木也能成为植物界的一份子

Bird’s Nest Ferns Impressions of Bishan Park

Nan Zi early morning, a stroll in Bishan Park the water vapour in the air in an offering gesture rolls and moulds itself into pearls sparkling on the grass on tree tops the yellow-mouthed mynahs chant, in a politically correct tone in praise of the start, from here, of a gorgeous day I pause, looking up and see an old tree of mottled bark with history carved on its body amid interlocking branches and layering leaves nests of ferns cling, arrogantly their thick, bright green leaves reflecting the warm sunlight yes, bird’s nest ferns are parasitic what they need to live on their hosts provide to polish the splendour of their being they idle each day away people who do not know think – they have control over their own lives helpless, I throw up my hands my age doesn’t allow me to rage I should have realized long ago to become a member of the vegetable kingdom hanging on wholeheartedly to a huge tree is also a way

龙谣

—— 大巴窑龙头游乐场

潘正镭

黄昏总不会怯场太阳总会晒着童谣回来如果淋了整晚的夜雨谁不知道大牌28的那条龙依然沉默地带着包容走过去的曾是拎着书包那大巴窑的孩子，他钻过龙体看龙转身。没有人相信这孩子心中的神话就像没有人相信楼高20长长水波排开的组屋远方有进港的船舶龙头恒向东南哪大风起兮，那少年向往天海龙的长吟

照片摄影：李宁强 / Photo courtesy of Lee Leng Kiong

你没看到吗？那炯炯的龙的眼睛，那龙口含笑波东巴西的菜农打着街灯城市梦醒前完成生活的吆喝老庙凹在地里祈求风调雨顺沉默的龙包容着。钻过龙肚子与龙翻转的男子贴着小方石铺缀的龙鳞倾听，记忆放映空荡荡的回音沉默的龙孤独地包容萋萋青草坪龙谣再从一个新世代唱起

_ 小记：大巴窑龙头游戏场建于1979年，设计者为建屋局设计师许延义先生。为其背景的28 座组屋经夷为平地，我家居此17载。“龙头”东南向，前方路边曾是波东巴西菜农清晨的蔬菜集散地。左邻大牌34前，曾为“普忠宫”所在，庙宇建筑低于路面，堪称奇观。而28座组屋楼高20层，望远可见红灯码头海域。“龙头”的设计，取龙之形而变异，既有供孩童玩耍之能，亦兼具公共雕塑之元素。环境变化，它有从前，也期待未来，新一代孩子的嬉乐声，将延续其寓乐于美的角色。 16

Ballad of the Dragon Toa Payoh Dragon Playground

Pan Cheng Lui the evenings do not ever experience stage fright the sun always returns while basking in nursery rhymes if it rains all night everyone knows that at Block 28 the dragon is still silently tolerant he used to walk over carrying a bag that child from Toa Payoh, he climbed through the dragon observing its twisting body. No one believed the myth in this child’s heart just like no one believed that behind wave after wave of twenty-storey HDB blocks distant ships entered the port dragon heading southeast the wind rising, the boy longing for the mighty dragon’s wail

you didn’t see it? that sparkling dragon eye, the smiling dragon mouth Potong Pasir vegetable farmers in the streetlights completing the cries of life before the wakening of the city’s dreams an old temple recessed in the ground praying for good weather silent dragon, tolerant, has climbed through the man who has climbed through the dragon’s belly and dragon’s flip small stones adorned as dragon scales listen, memory displays an empty echo silent dragon, lonely and tolerant lush green lawn the dragon ballad sung by a new generation

_ Note: The Toa Payoh dragon playground, designed by HDB designer Khor Ean Ghee, was built in 1979. The 28 blocks that were its background have been razed to the ground. That was my home was for 17 years. The dragon head faced southeast, and on the road in front of it was the vegetable market where Potong Pasir vegetable farmers distributed their produce in the morning. Situated in front of Block 34, lower than the surface of the road, the Pu Zhong Temple was spectacular. From the 28 blocks of 20-storey HDB flats, Clifford Pier could be seen in the distance. The design of the dragon head, modified from the shape of a dragon, served both as a place for children to play and as a public sculpture. As the environment changed, it carries a past and looks forward to the future; the sounds of a new generation of children will continue to extend its role of merging joy with beauty. 17

芽笼士乃的记忆

Memories of Geylang Serai

刘瑞金

Henry Low

虽然再也闻不到柠檬草的味道也看不到香茅的踪迹但每每经过这里都像是回了一趟家还是能感受到一丝原始的甘榜风味这里是乘搭2号车从我住的东部往市区的必经之路颠簸冗长的路程到了这里却是一幅充满异国情调的人文风景这里有我小时候住外婆家的记忆高大L型组屋下的马来巴刹是今天开斋节市集的前身露天电影院的记忆是我童年看电影的唯一印迹新与旧，不同的肤色和语言在这里交集早晨听到的祈祷声让我以为到了异邦梦醒才发现仍然是在岛国岛国的记忆就这样活在快速前进的转轮中

I can’t smell the lemongrass anymore nor can I see traces of it any longer but every time I pass this place it’s like returning home I can still feel a hint of the old kampong flavour from here I can take Bus 2 to the city’s eastern parts a long bumpy journey an exotic cultural landscape here are my childhood memories of my grandmother’s family Malay pasar beneath an L-shaped flat the predecessor of today’s Eid al-Fitr Market memory of an open-air cinema the only impression of films from my childhood new and old, different skin colours and languages intersect here the call to prayers heard in the morning I thought I was in a foreign country I woke and found I was still in this island nation island memories lived, just like that a wheel rapidly turning, moving ahead

结霜桥

Sungei Road Flea Market

林得楠

Denon Lim

那一天我在桥头遇见结霜的青春她外冷内热深情而念旧她的脸庞冻结着红尘像泛黄的老风景一张一张浮沉着故人的血汗

that day I met a frosty youth at the bridge head her outer cold and inner heat with deep affection and reminiscence her face frozen with the mortal world like an old yellowing landscape one by one floating in the sweat and blood of those gone before

啊！那是霜，却不消融就为了等你，等我等这一年这一天这一刻等一个人一个梦等一次百年回眸等待往事约会晚风随相思在桥上黯然离别看历史在桥下曲终人散等待初恋无风无浪在人海中擦肩而过等待老歌无牵无挂在迁徙时成断垣残瓦不消融

（于结霜桥旧货地摊市场的最后一个星期天 / 09.07.2017）

oh! that frost doesn’t melt just waiting waiting for you, waiting for me waiting for this year this day this moment waiting for someone a dream waiting to look back just once in a hundred years waiting for a date that night parting with lovesickness at the bridge looking at the history of the people passing beneath it waiting for first love, no wind, no waves passing by on the sea without a worry waiting for the old song as we migrate, the tiles breaking not melting – on the last Sunday of the Sungei Road Flea Market, 9 July 2017

恋上金沙林容婵你说，那艘船什么时候出发？我们紧牵着手默默地望着对方倒影融入暧昧的月光

在这月色丰盈的夜晚在起伏的浪花间如网的掌纹交织成一支温暖的乐曲我的梦悄悄地开出一朵柔静的莲花

纵然没有自由女神的光芒抑或长城的壮观这座城市却拥有鱼尾狮于雷电中屹立不倒的顽强

你说，那艘船什么时候出发？我们紧牵着手默默地望向远方在月光中读出一则绮丽的神话

Falling in Love with the Golden Sands Lin Rongchan you said, when does the ship leave? we tightly held hands silently looking at each other reflections melting in the ambiguous moonlight

on this brightest moonlit of the month in the undulating spray like a net intertwined in palm, swaying to the music my dream quietly opened a soft lotus

even without the light of the Statue of Liberty or the spectacle of the Great Wall the city possesses a Merlion that is tenacious in thunder and lightning

you said, when does the ship leave? we tightly held hands silently looking into the distance reading a beautiful myth in the moonlight

新加坡河和我们周粲还记得么还记得么我们天真无邪的童年都在新加坡河边消磨当河水高涨的日子近河的大街小巷成了我们的安乐窝我们一面在水中浮沉一面看着垃圾从鼻尖漂过我们偶尔会靠在铁桥上观赏夕阳在云端点火不久火灭了星星结队在河上巡逻

我们发现新加坡河是大小船只的住所行走累了的船只都在河边停泊我们没想到有一天汚浊的河水会荡清波清波摇荡又摇荡童年的玩伴像种子散播最终我找不到茁壮的你们你们找不到成熟的我记忆里的新加坡河改变的要比不变的多

The Singapore River and Us Zhou Can remember? remember? our innocent childhoods spent on the Singapore River when the river rises streets and alleys near the river become our comfort zone we float in the water watching the rubbish drift past the tips of our noses we occasionally lean on the iron bridge watching the sunset light up the clouds soon the fire is gone stars patrol the river

we found that the Singapore River is home to boats large and small boats that have travelled until exhausted now moored by the river we never imagined that one day the dirty river would stir the waves clear, rippling waves childhood playmates spreading like seeds in the end, I can’t find the grown-up you and you can’t find the now-matured me in the Singapore River of our memories change is more constant than stability

昔日小小的城市变成今天繁荣的家国在祭奠青春的当儿我们的下一代是一切希望的寄托衷心祝福你我们的新加坡河永远热爱你我们的新加坡河

in the past a tiny city a prosperous nation today when commemorating our youth the next generation will sustain all our hopes I sincerely wish blessing on you our Singapore River I’ll love you forever our Singapore River

浮尔顿大厦得一忘二曾经，这里收发的轻重缓急都是On Her Majesty’s Service，东西传递于东西，交换东西的价值；这确实有点歧义。似乎它之前必须要有一百年的占据，才能构筑它面对大海的又一个百年，而归来的海客不过是停泊的游子，将更孤独的乡情轻轻掖到加文纳桥的悬索后，一条河默默收起浩渺的浪，像一个臂弯，拥抱货栈与红灯。如今，多里克柱廊仍在这个岛国保持majestic的站姿，而那暗淡的皇家纹章去了哪儿？问坐在鱼尾上的狮子？要用哪国的英语？当旧贵与新富被迎送，展示更有尊严的服务，客与主也以花岗岩的奢华，交换了归的含义。

The Fullerton Fan Jinghua Once, the priority letters sent and received here were marked On Her Majesty’s Service Things passed between the east and the west, values exchanged; all a bit ambiguous It seems it must have been occupied a hundred years before it could be built Facing the sea for another hundred years, the returning sea passengers like wandering vagrants Gently licking the lonelier nostalgia at the Cavenagh Bridge, a river Silently closes in vast waves, like arms embracing the warehouses and red lights Today, the Doric Colonnade remains a majestic site in this island nation Where did the bleak royal emblem go? Ask the lion sitting atop a fishtail? Which country’s English shall we use? When both old and new rich are welcome and sent off, showing a more dignified face Service, the guest and the lord with luxurious granite, all exchange the meaning of homecoming

零里之地

From Mile Zero

蔡深江

Chua Chim Kang

远方不远总要找个地方开始让流浪不再流浪今后迷失有个起点我们凭记忆出发在油菜花也欢乐那时开始摸索一条路也许更是一片海走向有糖果和温饱的地方让往来成为天地一条路睡着了树才有理由清醒一波波浪不安船锚住了一切彷徨风当年就这么吹我们就此出发在思乡张望之处

not too far in the distance always finding a place to start let the wanderer wander no more a starting point for getting lost later we start from memory when rapeseed flowers were still happy beginning to explore a road which is perhaps the sea going places with sweets, food, clothing making the world a universe a road is asleep the tree has reason to wake endless waves of uneasiness a boat anchoring all crossroads those years, the wind blew like this we started here in homesickness

注：英国殖民地时期，每隔一里路设一里程碑，用以计算路程，福建话称“里石”。1936 年海峡殖民地与马来联邦统计局印制“新加坡街道里程碑”，以1928年建成的邮政总局所在址(今富乐敦酒店)为所有道路的起点，辐射通往各处“里石”，mile zero出处由此。2014年，新加坡艺术工作者Akai Chew 在芽笼6巷与8巷间树根丛中发现一块“里石”，始牵动新加坡文物局保存此碑并丰富 “里石”记录。

Note: During the British colonial period, a milestone was set at every mile of the road to calculate distance. These were called “li shi,” or “kor chiok,” in Hokkien. In 1936, the Straits Settlement and the Malay Federal Statistic Office printed “Milestones in Singapore Streets.” The site of the General Post Office (now the Fullerton Hotel), built in 1928, was the starting point, with all roads radiating out, marked by the li shi. Mile zero originated from this. In 2014, Singaporean artist Akai Chew found a li shi in the roots between Lorongs 6 and 8 in Geylang, which was given to the Singapore Cultural Relics Bureau to preserve as a monument to enrich the li shi records. 25

迎你，在皇家山上白全成迎你，在皇家山上以一季的痴，一节的情像你，一样期待人间的降临，从远古的深邃降临降临自姗姗的莲步典雅的灯，你来在皇家山，迎你从上古走入现代你来，了遂再一秋的古典古典的爱情古典的爱情，是花间下的剪影奔月的姮娥，拜月的貂蝉还有，还有待月的莺莺竟分不清，是相逢是盼望，是离情？月呵月，照耀古今古今一样的爱情

月，是唐朝的月是宋朝的月，是我的月月呵月，你来自词的浪漫，自诗的豪迈你来，带着淡淡古典的光彩却不知，谁是东坡谁是李白？月呵月，月是塞外的月是关山的月，是戍卒的月戍守边疆的征夫的脸，你曾照过古战场的凄凉，是冰冷的记忆而今，烽火依然，沙场仍在越南、阿富汗、柬埔寨月呵月，一幕幕的惨剧还在展开月呵月，你是残酷镜头的观众你知道，沙场不同，血血却一样的红

从部落争夺狩猎的兽到飞机战舰坦克的炮轰月是历史的见证，是血是血的见证血的见证，叫苍白的更见苍白古来沙场流淌的，一如你过度失去的血你的血，混合着混合着戍卒的泪，泪是思乡的泪，是骨亲的泪是情人的泪，汇成茫茫的一片云海云海里，千古英雄何在帝皇何在？且让我，啜饮杯杯月光畅舒万古赊欠的愁债

照片摄影：李宁强 / Photo courtesy of Lee Leng Kiong

Welcoming You on Fort Canning Hill Peh Chon Seang welcoming you on Fort Canning Hill with a season of infatuation, a time of love like you, anticipating the advent of the world, from the depths of ancient times arrving arriving slow leisurely steps of a beauty elegant lights, you come welcoming you on Fort Canning Hill from the ancient times into the modern you come to fulfil the classics of another autumn a classical love classical love is a flower’s silhouette Heng’e flying to the moon, Diao Chan paying respects to the moon yet, there is yet Ying Ying waiting for the moon unclear, it is a meeting is hope, or is it parting? the moon, oh the moon, shining then and now loving, then and now

the moon is the Tang Dynasty moon it is the Song Dynasty moon, it is my moon moon, oh moon, you are here the romance of poetry, the heroism of verse you are here, with a touch of ancient glory but I don’t know, who is Su Dongpo? who is Li Bai? moon, oh moon, of the wilderness beyond it is the moon of mountain forts, the moon of garrisons you have been shining on the faces of the frontier forces the bleakness of the ancient battlefield is a cold memory now, the flames of war remain, the battlefields linger Vietnam, Afghanistan, Cambodia moon, oh moon, the tragedy of the scene is still unfolding moon, oh moon, you are the observer of the cruel shot

you know that the battlefield is different, the blood the blood is the same red a beast that tribes fought over shelling of aircraft, battleships, tanks the moon is the testimony of history, it is blood the testimony of blood the testimony of blood drains even the palest of its last colours the ancient sands are like the excess of blood you have lost your blood, mixed mixed with tears of the garrison, tears the tears of homesickness, the tears of blood relations the tears of a lover, a gathering of feats like a sea of clouds in the sea of clouds, where is the hero of the ages? where is the emperor? but let me sip a cup facing the moonlight unimpeded our eternal debt our debt of sorrow

消失的街

Disappearing Street

周昊

Zhou Hao

李德街与那讲古佬早已双双沉默但话本依旧继续诉说一些温度还须代代口耳相传不必低声下气舌头在封剑后出鞘以短促而锐利的塞音篆刻悠长的过往启齿间盛唐的月光依旧于口腔内蜿蜒贺知章早以用双鬓阐明乡音从土壤的丹田发声而土壤坚定不移宣统元年的涛声咆哮至今还能打捞多少渡海的勇气呢那条巨鱼曾自北方南下口中含着乡愁与火镶嵌于一身那鳞片般闪烁的故事一些温度还须代代口耳相传让惊堂木横成一条喧闹的街娓娓道来以永不绝版的方言

Read Street and the old story teller both already silent but the words continue to tell that some degree of warmth must pass on from generation to generation you don’t need to lower yourself the tongue leaves its sheath after the sword is sealed engraved in a short, sharp symphony a past long gone from the tongue the moonlight of the prosperous Tang Dynasty remains snaking through the mouth He Zhizhang has long explained with his grey sideburns the local accent voices from the soil of Dantian the soil is firm the sound of waves from the first year of Xuantong roaring to this day how much courage of the sea-crossing can you salvage from the sea? the giant fish used to go south from the north nostalgia and fire in the mouth inlaid in one that scale-like story some degree of warmth must also pass from generation to generation let gavels line horizontally into a noisy street continuously speaking in a never-ending dialect

丁加奴街：戏剧盒梁海彬绿色的门后一踩上就咿咿呀呀轻轻叹息的木楼梯一代一代的戏剧工作者一步一脚印踏上艺术的梯级在人潮如川流的丁加奴街道那伫立的老店屋内默默孕育一齣一齣的戏剧四层楼的老店屋记录人来人往的艺术足迹顶楼的小绿色空间沉淀摄人的灵气历代创作者无私奉献的正能量气场

一齣一齣的戏出炉一齣一齣的戏走入社区叩问一个又一个又一个观众的心房所谓戏子首先是一群

所谓伶人关心岛国的人们

而那顶楼的小绿色空间在每一个午后的阳光里都在悄悄散发最温暖的心情

Trengganu Street: Drama Box Neo Hai Bin behind the green door squeaking and creaking with each step the wooden stairs sigh slightly generations of drama workers with each footprint, stepping on the steps of art in Trengganu Street where the crowds flow the old shophouse silently breeds drama after drama records of the old four-storey shophouse the artistic footprint of people coming and going the small green space on the top floor precipitates the reiki

the positive aura of the creators of dynasties producing show after show play after play entering the community each asking the other, numerous audiences the so-called performers, the so-called actors first, a group of people who care about the island nation and the small green space on the top floor in the sun of each afternoon quietly emitting the warmest mood

照片摄影：李宁强 / Photo courtesy of Lee Leng Kiong

救赎咖啡乌

Redemption Coffee

董农政

Tong Noong Chin

买肉与卖肉的呻吟不同调一同响过战前排屋里的某张床坐在某条脱了又穿又脱又穿的内裤坐过的老椅子上想着干煎虾禄的消费方式粉黛养活了那么多身体准提宫的菩萨印度庙的神明默许了不该默许的欲念岁月如香火禀告了沉在咖啡乌里的救赎说不准沉不到地狱

the groanings of buying and selling one’s body different tones together echoing in a bed in the pre-war terrace house sitting on an old chair that has seen countless wearings and sheddings of a singular panty thinking of ways to eat fried prawns women to feed so many bodies Bodhisattva in the Cundhi Gong Temple the gods of the Indian temple acquiescing to the desire not to be acquiesced years like incense reporting the redemption sunk in the coffee can’t say for sure whether it can descend into hell

—— 恭锡路

Keong Saik Road

笔下成精

A Genie Beneath the Pen

—— 访陈文希故居5 Kingsmead Road最后一次 Homecoming回归展后

Visit to Chen Wen Hsi’s former residence, 5 Kingsmead Road, after the last Homecoming exhibition

陈志锐

Tan Chee Lay

绿色的门后当你走近上一个世纪的故居炎阳也开始颤抖不已就连穿越凉廊的风都有了霸气的色彩晕开了最恣意的姿态

when you approached its former residence from the last century the scorching sun too begins to tremble even the wind through the veranda has a domineering colour spreading, in a most unbridled pose

花草都在回忆纸面上曾经的盎然生机猿猴的低鸣苍鸳的跳跃鸡鸭鹤与松鼠共舞的惬意那影子那杂而不乱旋转的影子都是墨韵都是层层叠叠焦浓重淡清的魔韵都在他的笔下他的指尖他的留白处复活成精

flowers and plants reminiscing on paper, once full of vitality the ape’s low murmur the heron’s leap chicken duck crane dancing cosily with the squirrel that shadow, varied but not spinning in disorder all an ink rhyme all layered and stacked with a thick, clear magic all in his pen, his fingertips, his white space resurrected and became a genie

湖畔散記，2019 周天派湖倒影── 樹，屋宅，地鐵，雲拱橋，路燈，寶特瓶有人打水漂蕩起圈圈漣漪有人觀賞噴泉，假山水帶孩童來人造海灘嬉戲

Lakeside Notes, 2019 Skypie Chew Thean Phai lake reflection ── tree, house, subway, cloud arch bridge, street light, plastic bottle someone is skipping stones ripples forming some watch the fountain, miniature mountains and water bringing children to the artificial beach holidays are still flourishing for Bangladesh, Philippines, Indonesia Burma, Sri Lanka, and other flower clusters settling vibrantly on the whole island 32

假日熱烈綻放的還有孟加拉，菲律賓，印尼

有些故事持續流傳 ──蟲鳴，花語

緬甸，斯里蘭卡等花簇全島繽紛落戶

有些故人聲貌猶然 ──年輪，蝸篆

有人野餐，拍照，擲飛盤在冷氣餐廳或吊床玩手機

更多不羈綠意通往時光於此恣肆生長

有人走在碎石子路導盲磚，沼澤，泥濘

湖水不舍晝夜聚攏一切倒影

some picnic, take pictures, throw a frisbee in air-conditioned restaurants or play on mobile phones in hammocks

more uninhibited greenness leads to a growth of time

some walk on the gravel road guided by brick, through swamp and mud

the lake, reluctant to part with day and night gathering all reflections

some stories continue to spread ── insect and flower language some old friends still look and sound the same ── annual rings, snail trails, like seal inscriptions

南洋大学王润华 1973年底暴风雨开始来临沿途搖撼着裕廊路的椰树与芭蕉我开车经过南洋大学的大牌坊发现通向云南园的路还很遥远但道路已破烂不堪路面坑坑洼洼……

又过了几年小鸟听见相思树在电锯暴笑声里倒下沿路那些红毛丹与椰树变成一座座的组屋阻挡了我回去怀旧的道路……

夹道的红毛丹树与我早已感觉到那是不吉祥的预兆尤其黑色的警察车在那年代常常进出校园近年部长也来代校长校园寂静一片四脚蛇从沼泽地爬出来四处观望终于 1979年讲师与学生都被赶去武吉知马的星加坡大学上课 1980年的六月讲师与学生都放假去了罗厘车列队满载华文书籍来回地运出校门

_ 附记: 我在1980年6月19日那天的日记里，剪贴一张《星洲日报》报导南洋大学文学院搬迁的照片，上有说明文字：“将一箱箱的书本、文件搬到国大去”。我自己在旁边写上：“南大的传统就是这样一箱箱被搬空了，一场大浩动。”

Nanyang University Wong Yoon Wah the storm was arriving at the end of 1973 shaking the coconut trees and banana plants on Jurong Road along the way I drove past Nanyang University’s big arch and found that the road to Yunnan Garden still wound in the distance but the road was already ruined the pavement pitted

after a few more years little birds hear the saga trees falling down amid chainsaw laughter along the road those rambutan and coconut trees become blocks of flats blocked me from revisiting nostalgia’s road

rambutan trees that lined the road, and I already felt it an unlucky sign especially the black police car of that era often entering and leaving the campus in recent years, the minister has also come to substitute for the principal silence on campus monitor lizards crawling out of the swamp for a look around at last 1979 lecturers and students were driven to attend classes at the University of Singapore, Bukit Timah June 1980 lecturers and students on holiday lorries line up full of out-going Chinese books returning back and forth through the school gate _ Note: In my diary on 19 June 19 1980, I pasted a Sin Chew Daily report on the Faculty of Arts, Nanyang University. The photo of the relocation has the caption: “Moving boxes of books and documents to NUS.” I wrote my own note alongside it, which read, “The tradition of Nanyang University has been evacuated with the boxes, in a big move.” 35

乡村华文小学黄广青锌板屋顶木墙水泥地眼睛晴眼睛雨刀耕火句山川日月铲泥机来了收割收割收割天地人

Village Chinese Primary School Enoch Ng Kwang Cheng zinc plate roof wooden wall cement floor clear eyes misty eyes slash and plough burn mountain and river sun and moon excavator’s arrival harvest harvest harvest heaven earth us 37

组屋族梁文福 I

III

吾族之理想逢周日上午摊开来晒一次同棉被

贮藏室黑白电视机旧电风扇烫衣架脚车梦

II 吾族用报纸来早餐用抽水马桶打未完之哈欠用信箱养鱼和雁及水电单用铁门来篱笆用电梯来升降心情用电视剧连续夜晚并且呼吸以窗口山水以盆栽草坪以绿毡锄割以吸尘机争吵以留话机遗忘以洗衣机将水龙头扭痛来哭将电水壶煮沸来笑判日历缓形来瘦对听筒分期来吐腌爱情以防腐剂在速食罐头内喂假日以樟脑丸在旅行箱里

IV 补习教师待聘启事空房出租启事日子似有焦味之警告

V 天天仰望雀笼的老汉们等待鸟声茂密成林隔壁那单身汉下班后以新车来妻是一回事散步夫人或被狗拖出黄昏是另一回事入夜后只有冷气机们在寒喧反正天天

VI 谁管上帝住不住在廿五楼我们住在廿四楼没时间上去过

Households Liang Wern Fook I

ideal weekend, spread out and sunning on Sunday morning with a quilt

my family used newspapers for breakfast yawning with a flushed toilet used fishbox to raise fish and geese and water and electricity bills used iron gates to enclose used the lift to elevate the spirits used TV series on consecutive nights and breathing by the window landscape with potted plants lawn of green felt castration with vacuum cleaner quarrelling using the answering machine, to forget using the washing machine cry over the faucet laughing over the kettle’s boil judging the calendar to slow it down spitting on the earpiece pickling love with preservatives and canning it feeding the holiday with mothballs in the suitcase

III

store room black and white television old electric fan ironing board bicycle dream

tutors are waiting for employment vacancy rental notice the day seems to have a burnt smell of warning

day by day the old men looking up at the cages wait for the birds to grow into forests it’s one thing for a bachelor with his new car to go to the wife next door after work it’s another thing to take a walk with wife or dog at dusk after nightfall, only the air-conditioners are chilling anyway day by day

who cares if God lives on the fifth floor? we live on the fourth floor and haven’t had time to go upstairs

创作团队 / Creative Team 诗歌筛选与制作人：陈志锐

Poetry Producer: Tan Chee Lay

音乐作曲与制作人：冯国峻

Composer & Music Producer:

Phang Kok Jun

诗歌朗诵：

李荣德刘诗璇徐山淇陈志锐

Reciters:

Lee Yong Tick Liow Shi Suen Mia Chee Tan Chee Lay

音乐家：

冯国峻二胡陈善汇古筝朱伟康琵琶吕恒钢琴

Musicians:

Phang Kok Jun Erhu Indra Chen Shanhui Guzheng Choo WeiKang Pipa Lu Heng Keyboard

摄影：

李宁强

Photographs:

Lee Leng Kiong

多媒体影像设计：

Anomalyst Studio

Multimedia Design:

Anomalyst Studio

灯光设计：

陳盛辉

Lighting Designer:

Jim Chan

舞台监督：

何淑仪

Stage Manager:

Alexis Ho

助理舞台監督：

楊霜惠

Assistant Stage Manager:

Madeline Yeo

ABOUT THE ARTS HOUSE Occupying the almost 200-year-old building that was home to Singapore’s first parliament, The Arts House continues in the distinguished tradition of this gazetted national monument and now plays a key role in the country’s arts and creative scene. The Arts House at the Old Parliament, as it is affectionately referred to, promotes and presents multidisciplinary programmes and festivals within its elegant spaces. It focuses in particular on the literary arts, celebrating the works of written and spoken word artists from Singapore and beyond. The Arts House is run and managed by Arts House Limited (AHL). AHL also presents the Arts House Limited, and manages Goodman Arts Centre and Aliwal Arts Centre.

ABOUT ARTS HOUSE LIMITED Arts House Limited (AHL) is a not-for-profit organisation committed to enriching lives through the arts. AHL manages two key landmarks located in the heart of Singapore’s Civic District -- The Arts House, a multidisciplinary arts centre with a focus on literary programming, and the Victoria Theatre & Victoria Concert Hall, a heritage building that is home to the Singapore Symphony Orchestra. It also runs the Goodman Arts Centre and Aliwal Arts Centre, two creative enclaves for artists, arts groups and creative businesses, and performing arts space Drama Centre. AHL presents the Singapore International Festival of Arts, the annual pinnacle celebration of performance and interdisciplinary arts in Singapore commissioned by the National Arts Council. AHL was set up in 11 Dec 2002 as a public company under the National Arts Council and was formerly known as The Old Parliament House Limited. It was officially renamed Arts House Limited on 19 Mar 2014.

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