新しい翻訳したもの

Takashi Hiraide

From Green Ray in My House (1987)


Snake, incoherently,

Stopping into Corning was a mistake. At the 17th precinct, but before that even, drinking in a local bar with a black lady cop, that too was a mistake. Everything was altered in my ears, and after that I became a holy man, so many lies. Saint Ash Tray, Saint Ash Tray.


Bird mobile,

The layer of dust, it feigns a force could blow it down with one rotation, now a little tornado is stirred up, but not yet for the anemometers or wind velocity readers, and with total disregard for the indistinct faces outside, the fine layer of dust, alternating between transparency and opacity, without any accumulation on the six wings, tears up the clearly visible low sky, horizontally, and stretches out, settling in.

Translated by Alecs Mickunas