SEVEN FEET OF CLOTH 七尺布


	Spring 2006

CONTENTS

	REMEMBERING LI JING 想念李箐 By YAO Yni Ying 姚宜瑛 Translated by David and Ellen DETERDING 戴德巍與陳艷玲

	MY RUNNING MOTHER 奔跑的母親 By Sung-fen KUO 郭松棻 Translated by Jonathan R. BARNARD 柏松年

	WEDDING DATE 婚期 By Ping Lu 平路 Translated by Sylvia Li-chun LIN 林麗君

	THE MANSION OUTSIDE THE MANSION 樓外樓 By Hsiang Ming 向明 Translated by Lisa Lai-ming WONG 黃麗明

	A SKETCH OF MORNING LIGHTS 晨光素描 By Lu Ti 綠蒂 Translated by Lisa Lai-ming WONG 黃麗明

	SEVEN FEET OF CLOTH 七尺布 By SU Shao-lien 蘇紹連 Translated by John J. S. BALCOM 陶忘機

	BRIEF NOTES ON CHIAYI— LIN SEN ROAD (THE WOODED ROAD) 嘉義速記－林森路 By Du Yeh 渡也 Translated by Lisa Lai-ming WONG 黃麗明

	CALLIGRAPHY’S BRIGHT STAR SHINING ON MINGDAO— CHEN WEI-TEH: ARTIST, TEACHER AND CHAMPION OF THE CAUSE OF CALLIGRAPHY 書法北斗在明道－陳維德先生的書法志業 By LI Yu-chou 李郁周 Translated by David van der Peet 范德培

	CHEN WEI-TEH: A CHRONOLOGY 陳維德年表 Translated by David van der Peet 范德培

	NEWS & EVENTS 文化活動 Compiled by Sarah Jen-hui HSIANG 項人慧

	NOTES ON AUTHORS AND TRANSLATORS 作者與譯者簡介,

	APPENDIX: CHINESE ORIGINALS 附錄：中文原著

	Right: “BLESSED FOREVER WITH ONE HUNDRED FELICITIES” — CALLIGRAPHY WRITTEN IN SEAL SCRIPT 篆書　永受百福斗方, 69 × 66 cm

	Left: A BLUE-AND-WHITE ROUND VASE ENGRAVED WITH TAO YUANMING’S POEM “DRINKING WINE” 陶淵明飲酒詩青花圓腹瓶, Height: 40 cm...................................................COVER

	DU FU’S POEM ADDRESSED TO GERNERAL HUA WRITTEN IN RUNNING SCRIPT 行書　杜甫贈花卿橫披, 69 × 136 cm ..............................BACK COVER By CHEN Wei-teh 陳維德

SU Shao-lien 蘇紹連

SEVEN FEET OF CLOTH
七尺布*

Translated by John J. S. BALCOM 陶忘機

Mother only bought seven feet of cloth. I really regretted that I hadn’t bought it myself. “Mother,” I said, “seven feet of cloth is not enough; you need eight.” “In the past seven was enough,” said Mother. “Have you grown?” I made no reply, which made my mother feel as if she were shrinking.

Using the old measurements, Mother drew me on the cloth. Then she ever so slowly snipped with her scissors as I slowly cried: Oh! Cut me, cut me apart, then stitch me together with a needle, patch me . . . that I might grow up.

*	From Su Shao-lien’s 蘇紹連 Ching-hsin san-wen-shih 《驚心散文詩》[Startling prose poems]. Taipei: Elite Publishing, 2000.