GODDAMN LU-PRIZE 《烦人的鲁奖》

10月 20, 2014

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Yi Sha
GODDAMN LU-PRIZE

the night they announced
the lu xun literature prize
my mobile phone rang
it was the ningxia muslim poet
shan yongzhen. he said:
“only if you are never considered
for the biggest official prize,
you can become
a great poet in china.
tonight my first candidate
would have been chang yao
(who died in 2000)
the second one I thought of
was you, brother yi!”
hearing these words
brother yi stammered
didn’t know what to say
would have liked to hang up
brother shan said:
“so you don’t want to
discuss this topic
in any way?”
I said:
“yes, yes ….”
he didn’t know
what I was doing
I didn’t want to discuss any topic
I was watching a porn flick
on my computer
there was this great
piece of ass from thailand
in front of my eyes

August 2014
Tr. Oct. 2014

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伊沙
《烦人的鲁奖》

鲁迅文学奖
揭晓当夜
我的手机响了
是宁夏回族诗人
单永珍——他说:
“在中国
永不染指鲁奖的
才会成为
伟大的诗人
今晚我头一个
想到的是昌耀
第二个想到了
老哥你……”
面对此说
本老哥支支吾吾
不像往常那般
口若悬河
几欲挂断电话
对方说:
“你是不是
连这个话题
都不想谈?”
我说:
“是的,是的……”
对方不知道
此时此刻
我什么都不想谈
因我正在看A片
一个泰国妞
正在我面前的电脑上
晒屁股

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JAMES BROWN KARAOKE

10月 19, 2014

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JAMES BROWN KARAOKE

sex is that almost innocent thing
love is that almost innocent thing
dance is that almost innocent thing
life is that almost innocent thing
song is that almost innocent thing

- for Raquel and friends
MW Oct. 18, 2014

CHINESE CLOCK

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Yi Sha: RECOGNIZED – 4 POEMS FROM SEPT. 2014

10月 19, 2014

Yi Sha
I SWEAR

whoever is acknowledged by all
without any doubt
as a good person
you
him
or her
as soon as you dare
to point out one
I can say each of you
is a bad person
in that point at least

Sept. 2014
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

Yi Sha
RECOGNIZED

early morning
walking on foreign streets
people doing their exercise
when you walk up everyone greets you
the only one who doesn’t look at you
he must be asian
not a japanese
not a korean
not a taiwanese
not a hongkonger
he could only be your compatriot
from the great chinese mainland
just like a dog
sniffs out the one scent we’ve in common
“what the fuck for have I made it all the way here
to the edge of the world
so I can run in into
one stinking swarm of you
locusts!”

Sept. 28, 2014 in Burlington, Vt
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014 in Johnson, Vt

Yi Sha
DREAM 452

my high school friend huang wenzhen
lives in melbourne, australia
last night I dreamed of her
she sits in a park
in the middle of a street
in australia
her clothes are all black
just like a witch
knows everything in the universe
I walk up to her
I’m sitting down
facing her
I ask her
what happened exactly
that time in our puberty

Sept. 2014
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

Yi Sha
DREAM #453: ON THE RUN

I am on the run

I run to my relative
he gives me a key
I can stay in his backyard
in a house made of glass …

I run to a woman
she is all smiles and takes me with her
to go see her husband
who is the kitchen chef
at public security …

I am crying
on the street in pouring rain
a helpless child
bawling
all through the rain

Sept. 2014
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

Yi Sha Sept. 2014

JAILBIRDS AND HEROES – Xidu Heshang

10月 19, 2014

Xidu Heshang

Xidu Heshang
JAILBIRDS AND HEROES

that year our teacher loved chi zhiqiang
actor who went to jail for loose behaviour
we had a contest for prison songs
my “tears on prison bars” earned me first prize:
black “hero” fountain pen

2014-09-08
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

SONG FROM NEXT DOOR – Yi Sha

10月 16, 2014

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Yi Sha
SONG FROM NEXT DOOR

next door to my studio
a tibetan poet from india
when he was ten
he fled with his parents
writes in english and in tibetan
does not speak chinese
everyday he brings a guitar
actually it’s his own three-stringed instrument
when inspired
he breaks out in song
music goes through the walls
I don’t feel
he is disturbing me
I often prick up my ears
oh, it comes again
he is singing
I feel like I am going to cry
he sings in tibetan
but it is the tune
“nothing is more red then the sun,
no-one is closer than chairman mao…”

Tr. MW Oct. 2014

 

伊沙
《隔壁的歌声》
我工作室隔壁
是一位印籍藏裔诗人
在他十岁那年
随爹妈逃到印度
用藏、英双语写作
不通汉语
他每天怀抱一把
六弦琴来到工作室
兴之所至
便弹唱起来
歌声穿墙而过
我不觉得
打扰了我
常常侧耳谛听
哦,此时此刻
他又唱起来了
听得我差点泪奔
他唱的是藏文版
《太阳最红,毛主席最亲》

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DIE BLUMEN AUF DEM TISCH SIND FÜR DICH

10月 16, 2014

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BLUMEN

die blumen auf meinem tisch sind für dich
die blumen auf meinem tisch sind für dich
sie sind für meine oma
für meine frau
für meine mutter
für meine tochter
für jede frau die blumen mag
die blätter wiegen sich auf den bäumen
die blätter werden noch einmal rot
die blätter treiben den fluss hinunter
die blätter kommen
auf dem dachfirst sitzen die tauben
am strand in der früh
glänzen die steine wie karamell
der fluss ist klar
gestern hab ich gebadet
es gibt reiher und enten und andere vögel
wildgänse ziehen
hoch oben nach westen
im wald ist ein wasserfall
und dann noch einer den bach hinauf
wo wir wohnen ist eine schule
volkschule hauptschule und noch ein college
man sieht hoch übers tal
in einem geschäft bald nach der tankstelle
gibt es eine küche für frisches essen
dort hängt eine uhr
die geht nach links
die ziffern verkehrt
die hängt schon lange
die leute wissen nicht wo sie herkommt
die blumen auf meinem tisch sind für dich

MW October 2014

FLOWERS

10月 16, 2014

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FLOWERS

the flowers on my desk are for you
the flowers on my desk are for you
they are for my granny
for my wife
for my mother
any woman who likes them
the leaves are rocking up in the trees
they get red one more time
they float down the river
the leaves are coming
the pigeons are on top of the roof
in the morning
caramel rocks wet on the beach
the water is clear
yesterday I went in again
herons, kingfishers, ducks, other birds
wild geese migrate
high up in formation
why are they going west
not straight south?
in the woods there is a waterfall
up the brook there’s another
where we stay there’s a school
elementary, high school, state college
from the college up on the hill
you see the whole valley
in a store after the gas station
you can get breakfast, fried stuff and such
at the counter they have a clock
clock goes the left way
numbers all backwards
people there say they don’t know where it came
the flowers on my desk are for you

MW October 2014

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IN BETWEEN

10月 16, 2014

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IN BETWEEN

to be in between
is the best thing in life
on a plane in the fog
still on the runway
the sun coming up

MW Sept. 28, 2014

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BUSINESS TRIP

10月 16, 2014

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BUSINESS TRIP

at the door
she kissed me
put her tongue on mine
to remind us
of unfinished business

MW Sept. 28, 2014

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DAZWISCHEN

10月 16, 2014

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DAZWISCHEN

dazwischen sein
ist das schönste im leben
im flugzeug im nebel
noch auf der rollbahn
die sonne geht auf
man sieht ihn
den schneeberg

MW 28. Sept. 2014

LOST OBJECT

10月 16, 2014

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LOST OBJECT

grave loose!
grave loose!

grave loss?
grave loss?

grave loose!
grave loose!

grave lost?
grave lost?

grave loose!
grave loose!

loose gravel?
loose gravel?

street through!
street through!

through street?
through street?

street through grave loose!
street through grave loose!

street through grave loss?
street through grave lost?

street through grave loose!
street through grave loose!

street through lost grave?
street through loose grave?

street lost

MW Oct. 2014

Yi Sha: ONE YEAR

10月 15, 2014

JoAnn and Yi Sha

Yi Sha
ONE YEAR

at vermont studio center
in front of maverick writing studio
I ask joann
the female writer from chicago:
“I heard the longest residence here
is twelve months.
have you met any writer or painter
who stayed that long?”

“yeah, I’ve seen one”, says joann
stretching both arms in front of her
hopping forward

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

 

伊沙

《一年》

 

在佛蒙特创作中心

马夫瑞克工作楼前

我问芝加哥女作家

朱安女士:

“此处最长的驻站

是12个月

你见过在这里

呆了一年的

作家或画家吗?”

“见过”朱安说
然后伸出双臂
向前平举
朝前蹦去

Yi Sha: IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN

10月 15, 2014

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Yi Sha
IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN

at vermont studio center
in front of maverick writing studio
a squirrel
shoots up a big maple tree
I think of you
I want to prove
to the world
in our time
there is still one person
who was unhappy
‘cause he did not become a poet
he could not find peace
that person was you
how does that sound
like a winter’s tale
but here in our world
there are no fairy tales
in fact you told me
25 years ago
“I am a hedonist
and would not be content
to become a poor poet …”
so I have to say
you did what you wanted
you followed the masses
went like all the people
so I relax
and the squirrel
jumps from the tall maple tree
to look at me
in his little eyes
I see only joy
no fear at all
it must be you
your soul is in heaven

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

Yi Sha Trauer

VIOLIN VS CELLO – Shang Feipeng

10月 14, 2014

Shang Feipeng Violin and Cello

Shang Feipeng
VIOLIN VS CELLO

moon festival poetry recital
approaching
liaison tells me:
“when you bring your violin
maybe you could play a more joyful tune?
every time you play for us
you make us so sad.
it’s like you’re pulling those strings on a cello.”
I didn’t reply
I was thinking
my violin is an urn
my cello would be a coffin

(made up on mid-autumn moon festival day 2014 at the Xi’an Chang’an Poetry Festival recital)

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

GEIGE UND CELLO

WAITING IN LINE – Ai Hao

10月 13, 2014

waiting in line

Ai Hao
WAITING IN LINE

at the hospital waiting in line
to pay for registration
suddenly he tells me
he wants to go to the bathroom
I let him stand in line
while I go to ask at the counter
then I come back to tell him
go to the second floor, take a left then go straight
it is on the right side
when you keep to the right you can see it
after a while he comes back
all confused.
“I couldn’t find it,
you know I can’t read
everywhere they’re waiting in line
and I didn’t smell
anything like a toilet!”

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

LUCKY MESSI – Jiang Tao

10月 12, 2014

Messi bringt Glueck

Jiang Tao
MESSI BRINGT GLÜCK

messi
im argentinischen nationaldress
steht
am rand des dorfes zumglück
ein junger mann mit der nr. 10
des argentinischen nationalteams
kickt
kickt keinen weltmeisterschaftsball
kickt ein pedal
eines motorrads
wartet auf fahrgäste

2014-07-19
Übersetzt von MW im Oktober 2014

Jiang Tao
LUCKY MESSI

Messi
in the official Argentine colors
standing
at the entrance to Lucky Town
he is number 10
this young man
in the Argentine team dress
kicking
no official world-cup ball
kicking
a motorcycle pedal
waiting for passengers

2014-07-19
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

GIHON RIVER

10月 12, 2014

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GIHON

gihon is one of the waters of paradise
under our windows in johnson town.
how long did adam and eve have their residence?
maybe four weeks. not even that.
then they were driven to the next airport.
it was the snake. it was the tree.
it was the apple. it was the gas station
stocked with the cider. the chinese restaurant.
actually god is a jolly old fellow
tells everyone how they founded the place.
god has the breadth. god has the width of it.
maybe the masons one hundred years ago
building their temple, leaving their clocks -
there is that clock down in the grocery store
clock that goes leftwards, numbers all turned -
maybe the masons were like the hippies.
anyway if you are in paradise
most of the time it is just life.
you tell your wife you are in paradise.
you tell your husband, you tell the kids.
they will say nice, hope you are coming back.
then you are gone. maybe you come again.
I’m sure the river stays for a while.

MW October 2014

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SMALL TOWN HORROR – Yi Sha

10月 11, 2014

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Yi Sha
SMALL TOWN HORROR

“when I see such a town
here in america
I have this feeling
of lurking horror
maybe from the movies
guess I’ve seen too many”
I say to martin
my translator from austria

“I know what you mean”,
martin says,
somewhat to my surprise

“in austria, are there many small towns
such as this?”

“yes, very many”

“when you see those towns
do you have a feeling
of lurking horror?”

“yes”

“why? it is your native country,
you must know it quite well …”

“there could be nazis”

 

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

uni8

伊沙

《异国小镇》

 

“看见这种小镇

我总有一种

恐怖的感觉

也许是

美国电影

看多了……”

我对维马丁说

他回答:

(没想到)

“我也是”

“奥地利有没有

这样的小镇?”

“有啊,很多”

“你看见它们

会不会有这种

恐怖的感觉?”

“会有”

“为什么?

那可是你的祖国啊

是你再熟悉不过的地方……”

“因为里面

会住有新纳粹”

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CROSSING THE YELLOW RIVER – Yi Sha

10月 10, 2014

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CROSSING THE YELLOW RIVER

The train was passing the Yellow River
I was in the toilet
I knew that pissing wasn’t the right thing
I should have sat at my window
or stood at a door
left hand on my hip
right hand at my brows
gazing out like a Great Man
at least like a poet
having thoughts on the river
on old debts of history
everyone was gazing out
I was in the toilet
taking my time
finally I had time for myself
I had waited one day and one night
in the time it took for my business
the Yellow River had flown far away

1988
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙
车过黄河

列车经过黄河
我正在厕所小便
我深知这不该
我 应该坐在窗前
或站在车门旁边
左手叉腰
右手作眉檐
眺望 象个伟人
至少象个诗人
想点河上的事情
或历史的陈帐
那时人们都在眺望
我在厕所里
时间很长
现在这时间属于我
我等了一天一夜
只一泡尿功夫
黄河已经流远

MARTIN WINTER: READING AT VERMONT STUDIO CENTER

10月 9, 2014

MARTIN WINTER: SUNDAY 0CT. 5TH 2014 VERMONT STUDIO CENTER READING

 

JEWISH QUARTER ON A SUNDAY

SEPTEMBER MORNING

BRNO: PETER AND PAUL CATHEDRAL

IMAGINE

HOPE YOU HAD A HAPPY MOON

晚报! 晚报!早有早报,晚有晚报。不是不报,时间未到!时间一到,一切都报!(1998)

CHAIRMAN, THERE IS NOTHING TO DESCRIBE, THERE IS NOTHING, THE WORLD, ANNABELLE ……

Reading

JEWISH QUARTER ON A SUNDAY

the organ and the choir begin
the people on the house are dead
the people at the bank are dead
the people at the post are dead
the houses in the town are old
the alleys and the streets are old
the organ and the choir begin
the children from the town are dead
the old ones from the town are dead
the women from the town are dead
the menfolk from the town are dead
the organ and the choir begin
the angels in the church are dead
the figures in the light are dead
the figures in the dark are dead
the alleys and the streets are old
the houses in the town are old
the organ and the choir begin

MW in Prague, Oct. 2011

《礼拜天的犹太区》

风琴和唱诗班开唱
房子里的人死了
银行里的人死了
邮局里的人死了
城里的房子旧了
大街和小巷旧了
风琴和唱诗班开唱
镇上来的孩子死了
镇上来的老人死了
镇上来的女人死了
镇上来的男人死了
风琴和唱诗班开唱
教堂里的天使死了
光明中的使者死了
黑暗中的雕像死了
大街和小巷旧了
城里的房子旧了
风琴和唱诗班开唱

2011.10.布拉格
(伊沙 译)

ENTERING AMERICA – Yi Sha

10月 8, 2014

Yoga Room

Yi Sha
ENTERING AMERICA

I flew from beijing into detroit
and there I walked to immigration
facing two members
of the border police
one checking people
one checking luggage
I didn’t care what they were doing
I came prepared with one magic word
“I am a poet”
(from my successful experience
at the embassy getting a visa)
one policeman was old, one was young
but their expressions
surprised and delighted and even respectful
were exactly the same
over and over they stamped my passport
actually I had some experience before
this is not the first time I’m going abroad
except in my country where I keep quiet
I beat my chest everywhere and exclaim:
“I am a poet!”

shsh! don’t let the terrorists hear me
god bless america
and keep it safe

Sept. 27, 2014
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

 

伊沙
《进入美国》

我从北京飞到底特律
并在此入境
一前一后
面对两位边检官
一个查人
一个查行李
我不管三七二十一
老子只有一个杀手锏
“我是诗人”
(那是从使馆签证官
那里得来的成功经验)
他俩一老一少
但脸上那种
又惊又喜又敬的表情
是一样的
钢印便重重地砸在
我的护照上
其实我似乎早有经验
又不是头一回出国
除了在自己祖国气不敢出
我他妈到哪儿都敢拍胸脯:
“我是诗人”

嘘!别让恐怖分子听了去
上帝保佑美利坚
还会继续保佑下去

Baum und Yi Sha

HAVING MY VISA REFUSED – Yi Sha

10月 8, 2014

Essen Yi Sha

Yi Sha
HAVING MY VISA REFUSED AT THE AMERICAN EMBASSY

all morning till noon
one hundred people in a small room
like smuggled in a container
among boring figures and faces
a beautiful girl studying ballet
brings us all to attention

before my meeting with the official
I have a bit of bad feeling
among the people who get a visa
not one man under 50
only two men
an old guy with his wife
and one so small he doesn’t reach to the counter
America’s scared
they are really afraid
must be scared of our men!
holy shit! visa-official with a big beard
looks like a muslim, much more than me
much more like a terrorist
he doesn’t deliberate
he’s very sure he’s refusing my visa
must have seen something in my eyes
we say big apes cherish each other
he saw some deep hidden blood lust
an intention to immigrate
he’s reading the signs
the great li taibo from the tang dynasty moving to persia
no fucking international jokes please

holding my head up while taking my leave
I see the ballet girl was also refused
at another counter by a black woman
but she’s one happy duckling
flying outside with a song on her lips
“her parents were forcing her to go to america …”
someone from the crowd knows how it is

2004
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙
《在美国使馆遭拒签》

整个上午
一百个人挤在一个不大的厅里
像挤在一条偷渡船的仓底
在等待签证的百无聊赖中
一个学芭蕾的美少女
成为全场的最大姣点

在与签证官见面之前
我已经有点底虚了
我怎么瞧着被签的人中
几乎没有青壮年的男人
有那么两个
一个是带着老伴的老头
一个是个头够不到窗口的侏儒
美国怕了
真的怕了
他们现在怕男人
哇靠!大胡子的签证官
其实比我长得
更接近于穆斯林
也更像个恐怖分子
他未加丝毫考虑
坚定不移地拒签我
难道是猩猩惜猩猩
他一眼便瞧出了我眼中
深藏不露的杀气
移民之嫌
有此迹象乎
大唐李白想要移民波斯
你他妈甭跟老子开国际玩笑了

在我扬长而去之时
那个学芭蕾的美少女
也被另一窗口的黑女人拒签
她真是快乐得像只欲飞的小鸭子
欢叫着离开此地
“一准儿是她父母逼着她去美国……”
队伍里有人做出了正确的判断

(2004)

YI SHA 伊沙: SUNDAY OCT. 5TH 2014 VERMONT STUDIO CENTER LECTURE HALL READING

10月 7, 2014

YI SHA: SUNDAY OCT. 5TH 2014 VERMONT STUDIO CENTER LECTURE HALL READING

9/11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH
CHINA DOWN AT THE BOTTOM
SEX EDUCATION
HAVING MY VISA REFUSED AT THE AMERICAN EMBASSY

(ENTERING AMERICA, DREAM #442, ONE DAY CROSSING THE SQUARE, GOING HOME FOR LUNAR NEW YEAR, THE PEOPLE ….)

VortragYi Sha
9.11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH

Ist second: mouth barn-door open
2nd second: wooden-chicken stiff
3rd second: couldn’t believe it
4th second: it must be true
5th second: what a great fire
6th second: well they deserve it
7th second: this is retribution
8th second: these buggers have guts
9th second: must be their religion
10th second: before I realize
my own little sister
lives in new york
I need a telephone
long distance call!
can’t get a connection!
I go storming for a computer
where is the internet
typing out characters
writing an email
shaky fingers
“sister, sister!
are you alive?
your elder brother is worried sick!”

2001
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙
《9.11心理报告》

第1秒钟目瞪口呆

第2秒钟呆若木鸡

第3秒钟将信将疑

第4秒钟确信无疑

第5秒钟隔岸观火

第6秒钟幸灾乐祸

第7秒钟口称复仇

第8秒钟崇拜歹徒

第9秒钟感叹信仰

第10秒钟猛然记起
我的胞妹
就住在纽约
急拨电话
要国际长途
未通
扑向电脑
上网
发伊妹儿
敲字
手指发抖
“妹子,妹子
你还活着吗?
老哥快要急死了!”

(2001)

STRUGGLE AND SOCIETY: Ilham Tohti, Wang Lixiong and loneliness

10月 1, 2014

Turkish appealAfter the verdict of life in jail against Ilham Tohti, the Chinese writer Wang Lixiong, who published a lot about Xinjiang, said the Chinese government had just created the Chinese Nelson Mandela. Some foreign media gleefully took up this topic, especially when the official Xinhua (New China) agency angrily denounced the suggestion. I remember when Wang Lixiong was discussed on the MCLC list not long ago. There was a zoologist who saw a quote from an essay by Wang Lixiong, maybe in the NY times. The zoologist, who had worked in China, thought Wang was fomenting racial hatred, like certain African American civil rights activists in the 1960s. Actually, Wang had tried to express the desperate anguish among Uighurs and other marginalized people in China. Ilham Tohti just got life in jail for a bunch of isolated quotes like that one from Wang Lixiong.

mclcThe struggle for civil rights and life in dignity is always within a particular society, not between countries or hemispheres. The workers in the brick kilns of Vienna’s 10th district, where we now live, were championed by Victor Adler, physician, psychiatrist and founding organizer of the Social Democrats. The great strike of 1895 resulted in one dead worker and many wounded, but also eventually in a big turn-around in conditions through a widened conscience and consciousness in the middle class. Wanting to catch up with a supposedly more progressive society or country or hemisphere helps a lot, of course. There is something like international conscience. China’s famous anarchist novelist Ba Jin protested against the death penalties for Sacco and Vanzetti, while he was in France. Many Chinese working students went to France as part of China’s engagement in the First World War. Deng Xiaoping was among them. Ba Jin, who took his pen name from the transliterations of Bakunin and Kropotkin, lived until 2005. I visited his house in Shanghai in December, it is a museum now. Ba Jin was very, very lucky to live for almost 100 years, although he was also “struggled against”. In the 1980s and 1990s, he argued for a museum about the atrocities of the 1960s. But after 1989, there was and is no hope for that kind of thing, except in small private efforts. Where did Ba Jin get his Anarchism? Were Bakunin and Kropotkin translated from Russian or from Japanese? Communism was imported into China via Japan, Prof. Qin Hui argued in Vienna in July at a China and First World War symposium. Along with nationalism, and the result was a radically Stalinist brand, eventually. There are complicated international economic and political implications, then and now. But still, developments in worker’s and citizens actual conditions and rights are the result of a struggle for conscience and consciousness in a particular society. Rights do not come from the barrel of a gun. When a government disappears students to frame them with the supposed crimes they did for their teacher, so they can be made to frame their teacher, and these disappeared students suddenly appear on TV, shackled in orange uniforms through prison bars, after their parents have looked for them for half a year or more, not knowing if they are still alive, and when professors from other universities declare that since it has been proven through these students and from clearly oppositional statements of the accused teacher in class and from students and other authors on a website he founded that he incites racial hatred, it is clear beyond doubt he has to be put away for life, because no society in the world would or should tolerate incitement for racial hatred after what happened to the Jews in the Second World War and so on – if Uighur students are disappeared just like that and suddenly paraded on TV and no-one asks what they are really accused of or if they were tortured, no-one asks how many months they and their teacher spent shackled in leg irons, no one asks if the government would dare to do that to Han Chinese students and professors – what am I getting at? There is a big lack of conscience and consciousness, a lot of repression. Again, this is a struggle within a particular society.

alone at the top

My translation of Liu Zhenyun’s “1942“ (温故一九四二)is coming out in German these days. With biting sarcasm, Liu describes the loneliness at the very top. At summit meetings, those statesmen often shake each other very warmly by the hand, or even hug and kiss each other. That’s because they are class brothers, says Liu’s narrator. They might be lonely, because nobody understands them. They would like to care for ordinary people, only there are always more pressing concerns. But they can still rest at ease, because no matter what happens, even if millions are being killed by famine and war, everyone else will be affected before them, they will always be most well protected.

The loneliness of a man or a woman who has lost everything is a very different situation from that of a government leader. Liu Zhenyun describes both in harrowing details. I asked Professor Chen Xiwo how he would compare Liu Zhenyun’s “1942“, originally written 1992-1993, to other important realist works in the 1980s and 1990s. If you compare it to Zhang Wei’s Old Ship 古船 from 1985 and Chen Zhongshi’s White Deer Plain 白鹿原 from 1993, Chen Xiwo said, the political analysis in “1942“ is the best.

The NY Times article about the students paraded on Chinese TV to denounce their teacher Ilham Tohti has a link to a blog by a student who was also disappeared and made to denounce Ilham, but then he was released late last year. It is a moving piece.

HUMAN DISAPPEARANCE

OUR PEOPLE

09月 26, 2014

2014-09 ILHAM TOHTI _CHINA-XINJIANG

OUR PEOPLE
– for Ilham Tohti

he cannot speak for his people
nobody may speak for our people
anyone who is not for our people
is against our people

he’s no mandela
how could mandela
speak for our people?

only our people
speak for our people

MW Sept. 2014

Tanks Uighur Girl

VERGEWALTIGER, REISSNAGEL UND FAHRRAD

09月 24, 2014

Han Dong

Han Dong
VERGEWALTIGER, REISSNAGEL UND FAHRRAD

er ist ein vergewaltiger, war im gefängnis deswegen.
nachher hat er am straßenrand fahrräder repariert,
hat auf der straße scherben und reissnägel und verstreut.

er hat einen schlanken vergewaltigerkörper,
ein typisch törichtes gesicht und ein
kaltes geschau, das auf die straße schießt.
ein blick der sagt: “Ich werde dich vergewaltigen.”
seine blicke sind blitzende reissnägel,
zerfetzen von weitem die reifen der mädchen.

mir kommt die ganze zeit vor er ist kein fahhradmechaniker,
oder ein reissnägelstreuer.
egal wie er fleißig ist, von seiner arbeit lebt,
für mich ist er ein vergewaltiger.

aber jetzt ist er alt, streut keine reissnägel.
ein bisschen ansprechende frauen fahren nur mit dem auto,
stopfen sich hupend in gänsedärme der kleinen gassen.
im schatten der bäume auf seinem alten segeltuchlehnstuhl -
er ist immer noch mager, aber vertrocknet.
er will nicht aufwachen als vergewaltiger.

als vergewaltiger seh ich ihn auch nicht mehr,
höchstens als einen in späten jahren. was mich beschäftigt:
gibt es bald keine fahrradmechaniker?

2014-09-20
Übersetzt von MW im September 2014

Mehr von Han Dong

WEIBO COMMENT ON SCOTTISH REFERENDUM

09月 20, 2014

GREAT BRITAIN“The United Kingdom is here to stay. Actually, no matter what the outcome would have been, the vote in Scotland has shown to the people of another certain country that in such a crisis, England does not evoke a “anti-split-up-law”. There are no armored vehicles on Scottish street corners, Scottish leaders have not been branded as betraying and selling out the great English nation, and not one citizen has been thrown in jail for fomenting trouble and encouraging independence. Just for these few points, Great Britain, the sun has not set on your empire!” (A Weibo user in China

”联合王国保住了。其实无论结果如何,苏格兰公投都让世界上另一国家的人民看到,在如此危机下,英格兰没有制定《反分裂法》,没有将装甲车开上格拉斯哥街 头,没有将苏格兰首席大臣萨蒙德打成英奸卖国贼,更没有以寻衅滋事罪将鼓吹独立的任何一个公民投入监狱。仅凭这些,大不列颠,你仍然是日不落帝国!“

 http://www.weibo.com/1829833472/BnHUpjiWS

DIE TRÄNE DER GRILLE

09月 14, 2014

pang pei nzz grille

 

PULLED DEMONS – Chen Moshi

09月 14, 2014

PULLED DEMONS

Chen Moshi
PULLED DEMONS

I say, there are some films and TV-series nowadays not bad at all,
like those hand-pulled demons.

Pulling those demons comes after the demons chop down people,
comes after they are still happy from having chopped down people.

Those Japanese demons come from across the sea,
they loose their souls anyway on the long journey.

Actually, I have only seen chicken ripped apart with bare hands,
they also have duck meat in handy bits, and then pulled beef, pork, dog legs.
“Pulled demons”, must be the will of the gods.

Pulled demons, that’s really not very easy.
If we see them one day, let us have some together!

Tr. MW, Sept. 2014

CHINA DOWN AT THE BOTTOM

08月 31, 2014

NorincoYi Sha
CHINA DOWN AT THE BOTTOM

Pigtail is meeting his friend at the tent.
“Bao, do you have cigarettes?”

That box of cigarettes was stolen,
just like the type 64 handgun up on the roof.

Bao sits on the bed in the construction tent.
He broke his leg when they ran with the pistol.

Bao wants to sell it
and go to the hospital to get his leg fixed.

Pigtail is all against that.
“Bao, they will take down your head!”

Bao starts to cry,
crying harder and harder: “Look at the state I’m in!”

“I haven’t eaten at all for two days.
You want my leg to stay broken?”

Now Pigtail starts crying.
He’s wiping his face: “Look at this state we’re in!”

Pigtail decides to sell the gun.
He sells the gun to Mr. Dong.

This was the beginning of a big case:
The 12/1/97 murders* in Xi’an.

On such a night everyone thinks of the murders
I think of Pigtail and of Young Bao.

These hopeless kids from the bottom of China,
this people’s poet can’t get them out of his head.

 

1998-1999
Tr. MW, August 2014

 

*This serial murder case from the beginning of 1998 was made into a TV series and broad-casted all over China in 1999 and 2000. The police gun mentioned in the poem was lost on December 1st, 1997, and the case was eventually named after that date. The police in Xi’an were pressured to solve the murders before March 31st, 1998, because US-President Clinton was coming to Xi’an in June. See John Pomfret in the Washington Post.
(http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/WPcap/2000-01/13/086r-011300-idx.html)
伊沙
《中国底层》

辫子应约来到工棚
他说:“小保你有烟抽了?”

那盒烟也是偷来的
和棚顶上一把六四式手枪

小保在床上坐着
他的腿在干这件活儿逃跑时摔断了

小保想卖了那枪
然后去医院把自己的腿接上

辫子坚决不让
“小保,这可是要掉脑袋的!”

小保哭了
越哭越凶:“看我可怜的!”

他说:“我都两天没吃饭了
你忍心让我腿一直断着?”

辫子也哭了
他一抹眼泪:“看咱可怜的!”

辫子决定帮助小保卖枪
经他介绍把枪卖给一个姓董的

以上所述的是震惊全国的
西安12.1枪杀大案的开始

这样的夜晚别人都关心大案
我只关心辫子和小保

这些来自中国底层无望的孩子
让我这人民的诗人受不了

EMPTY GRAVES

08月 29, 2014

empty graves - Yang Jian

Yang Jian
EMPTY GRAVES

there are many empty graves in my country,
in empty graves nothing is there,
only earth and more earth.

you are afraid of ghosts,
you fear the ghosts are going to stir.
in our hearts we have buried those empty graves.

in autumn you cover your grave with weeds,
and when it breaks out,
you hide it right where its shows its first page.

in my country,
if the grass has a sound, it’s the sound of the wanderer,
it’s just the sunset sound in the desert.

my country is full of empty graves,
in empty graves nothing is there,
only weeds and more weeds.

2012
Tr. MW, August 2014

MOST IMPORTANT DAYS OF THE YEAR – Yi Sha

08月 29, 2014

Yi Sha
MOST IMPORTANT DAYS OF THE YEAR

summer holidays
my wife and my son
both gone to henan
to visit relatives
I’m all alone
to spend a few days
watching porn dvds
writing new poems
in this big empty flat
I have time to think
about my whole life

August 2014
Tr. MW, August 2014

 

Yi Sha
MY STANDPOINT

a rightist intellectual
comes to our town
to present his new book
at a big bookstore
he asks me to come
and introduce him
my answer is
“I would rather not
go up on the stage
but I’m asking you to dinner”

a leftist professor
arrives in our town
to hold a speech at some university
he asks me to go and eat with him
I stoutly refuse
you’d first have to kill me
I am afraid of our picture together
all over the Internet
forever ruining my reputation

August 2014
Tr. MW, August 2014

 

Yi Sha
DREAM #442

it is winter
I’m in an Internet cafe
to go online

in this Internet bar
there is this old iron stove
from long time ago
with a metal chimney
going outside the house
up on the ledge
you can roast sweet potatoes
that kind of stove

above my head
there’s a gaslight
shining bright
just like the moon

August 2014
Tr. MW, August 2014

 

原文地址:伊沙新作(2014年8月)作者:长安伊沙

2014年8月(20首)

 

JUNE – Xing Hao

08月 5, 2014

june - xing haoXing Hao
JUNE

month of long days
and of strong sun
fresh-bought cabbage
curled at the sides
all turned to mush

it’s graduation day
the day I became a worker
at the cement factory
the day of the operation
my wife borrowed money for from everyone
the birthday of
one of my daughters
the day my father
dies

sun like an oven
there is no way to let father stay
after a hurried funeral
I lead my shaking mother back to the cave onto the kang

no sound from mother
all through the month
there is no sound

Tr. MW, July 2014

A CURSE ON THE SORRY STATE OF CHINESE POETRY

08月 4, 2014

guchenghaizibeidaoFei (Sex 13)
A CURSE ON THE SORRY STATE OF CHINESE POETRY – GU CHENG, HAIZI AND BEI DAO

remember gu cheng
reading in honor of gu cheng
recital in honor of gu cheng
gu cheng symposium: call for papers
remember gu cheng
gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng gu cheng

remember haizi
reading in honor of haizi
recital in honor of haizi
haizi symposium: call for papers
remember haizi
haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi haizi

searching for bei dao
reading in search of bei dao
recital in search of bei dao
symposium in search of bei dao: call for papers
searching for bei dao
bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao bei dao

Posted 8/4/14
Tr. MW, August 2014

LEADER, HOW COME YOU BECAME A CRIMINAL?

07月 31, 2014

Li Yunqi

Li Yunqi
LEADER, HOW COME YOU BECAME A CRIMINAL MONSTER?
— surprised to see security chief Zhou Yongkang reduced to a prisoner

For a long time, you were our leader.
On the chairman’s pedestal,
you stood tall and strong.
On the TV screen,
your vigor was shining.
Your voice carried strength,
you were sound as a bell.
You fought against crime,
you were unforgiving.
When you held the reins,
to protect law and justice for our nation,
every man on the street stood behind you.

Now I know, you became a criminal
only because you lost your power.
If you were still up in control,
no-one could do anything,
no-one would ever dare raise his voice.
Every ounce of a doubt
would have been slander.
Every one not behind you
would be against you.
Each one resisting
would be a traitor.

When you were up and running,
who gave you the highest place at the top?
And when you lost power,
who made you a stinking criminal monster?
Black and white, right and wrong,
Great leader and criminal,
it was all very sudden.

If you held onto crime and controlled justice,
should I believe fairness rules in society?
If greed led you all the way to the peaks,
should I believe in a value system?
How about people judged criminals by the criminal,
are they endangering our nation?

How long will it take till we won’t hear any lie in the media?
How long until power isn’t a wrestling driven by greed?
When will it be that my hand,
a small helpless hand,
becomes a shield to cut off crime when it spreads?

Posted March 6th, 2014
Tr. MW, July 2014

 

领袖,你为何竟成了罪人
作者:李运启

——惊闻周永康竟成阶下囚

 

曾几何时,你是我们的领袖。

在主席台上,

你大义凛然。

在电视屏幕上,

你意气奋发。

你的声音,

是如此铿锵有力。

你对罪恶,

是如此义愤填膺。

你手握重权,

维护着这个国家的法治与公平,

受着小民百姓的拥护和爱戴。

 

我知道,你之所以成为罪人,

只是因为失去了权力。

如果你仍然大权在握,

谁也奈何不了你,

而且谁也不敢有半点非议。

所有的质疑,

都将是诽谤。

所有的不从,

都将是抗拒。

所有的反对,

都将是背叛。

 

是谁,在你胡作非为时,

将你推到了如此高的位置?

又是谁,在你失去权力时,

将你变成了遗臭万年的罪人?

黑与白,对与错,

伟大与罪恶,

颠倒竟只是瞬间的事情。

 

靠罪恶也能掌握国家的法律机器,

你叫我如何相信社会的公平正义?

靠贪婪也能通往权力的巅峰,

你叫我如何相信社会的评价体系?

那些被罪恶者判罚有罪的罪人,

他们真的在危害着这个社会?

 

什么时候,媒体上将再也听不到一句谎言。

什么时候,权力将不再是贪婪的角力场所。

什么时候,我的一只手,

一只无力的小手,

也能成为斩断罪恶升迁的有力屏障。

(2014-03-06 10:22:48)

GEBET

07月 24, 2014

TREE

GEBET

heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass mich stehen stille schauen
du bist ein baum ein busch ein strauch
du bist ein haus
du bist der glanz
du bist die pracht
im vogelruf
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass uns stehen stille schauen
du bist die zeit
du bist der ort
du bist der himmel
in unseren herzen
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
gib uns stille gib uns staunen
gib uns arbeit
gib uns muße spiel gespräche
gib uns aufeinanderhören
amen

MW Juli 2014

PIRAN ST. FRANCIS

GEBET BUCHRUHEVISITORS

NEW PLACE – Zhu Jian

07月 24, 2014

New Place

Zhu Jian 朱剑
NEW PLACE

I want to invite all my friends
and cook a meal
and then we talk on the balcony
on my balcony
I have the luxury
of space for a wicker chair
and a small table
hit by the sun
every morning

2014-07
Tr. MW, July 2014

BIRNENLEICHE

07月 22, 2014

birnenleicheDong Yue
BIRNENLEICHE

heut seh ich endlich
hinterm vorhang
auf dem fensterbrett
von der birne
vor ein paar tagen
den birnenputzen

so eine grosse birne
und so ein grosser
birnenputzen
jetzt ist er verschrumpft und klein

ich schreib genau auf wie es war:
heute entdeck ich die birnenleiche

2009
Übersetzt von MW im Juli 2014

LONG LIVE CHAIR-MAN MAO

07月 22, 2014

Zhao Siyun
LONG LIVE CHAIRMAN MAO

the former camp of the production brigade
has become our ancestral hall
we say the Zhao family temple
when I was small
every time I passed this place
I felt its mystery
people’s commune and county leaders would often gather
alcohol fumes drift through the air
none of us dared to steal a look at those dignified faces
at the spotted western wall
five classic characters written in lime:
LONG LIVE CHAIR-MAN MAO
solemn and serious
I thought there must be many officials in the whole country called Chairman Mao
and wondered if there was one in our production brigade

Tr. MW, July 2014

lili

赵思运
毛主席万岁

昔日的生产大队驻地
如今成了我们赵家的祠堂
也就是常说的家庙
小时候
每次经过那里
都感到很神秘
常常有公社里的人还有县里的人来喝酒
酒香弥漫缭绕
我们谁也不敢伸头去看看那些人物的尊容
斑驳的西墙上
五个宋体石灰大字
毛主席万岁
端庄肃穆
我以为全国有很多叫毛主席的大官儿
还在想
我们的生产大队里是不是也有一个毛主席

 

椅人 (主席)

LÖWEN HABEN KEIN KLEINGELD DABEI

07月 21, 2014

loewen1Jiang Tao
LÖWEN HABEN KEIN KLEINGELD DABEI

löwen haben kein kleingeld dabei
löwen brauchen fleisch zum essen
löwen haben kein kleingeld dabei
löwen haben kein geld dabei
löwen haben kein geld
löwen haben gar kein geld
löwen brauchen fleisch zum essen
löwen sind keine löwen im sternzeichen
löwen haben keine sternzeichen
löwen haben kein geld
löwen können nur in der steppe bleiben
löwen brauchen fleisch zum essen

Übersetzt von MW im Juli 2014

LIONS DIDN’T BRING CHANGE

07月 21, 2014

loewen

Jiang Tao
LIONS DIDN’T BRING CHANGE

lions haven’t brought change
lions need to eat meat
lions haven’t brought change
lions haven’t brought money
lions have no money
lions just don’t have money
lions need to eat meat
lions aren’t leo
lions have no zodiac
lions have no money
lions can only stay in the grasslands
lions need to eat meat

Tr. MW, July 2014

 

Jiang Tao
LÖWEN HABEN KEIN KLEINGELD DABEI

löwen haben kein kleingeld dabei
löwen brauchen fleisch zum essen
löwen haben kein kleingeld dabei
löwen haben kein geld dabei
löwen haben kein geld
löwen haben gar kein geld
löwen brauchen fleisch zum essen
löwen sind keine löwen im sternzeichen
löwen haben keine sternzeichen
löwen haben kein geld
löwen können nur in der steppe bleiben
löwen brauchen fleisch zum essen

Übersetzt von MW im Juli 2014

SEHNSUCHT IM WIND – Han Dong

07月 18, 2014

Han Dong Sinian ru feng

Han Dong
SEHNSUCHT IM WIND

meine eltern waren nie hier,
sie sind nie so weit gekommen.
herrlich und einsam ist diese brise,
doch auch dieser wind rührt nicht an ungreifbare gestalten.

sie sind gestorben, nicht in meiner heimat,
aber die heimat mag ihnen nah sein,
von mir hier sind sie sehr, sehr weit weg.
die leeren plätze sind in den sternen.

heut auf dem balkon an der mündung der loire
zeig ich mit den zehen am meer in die nacht.
sehnsucht im wind weht durch mich durch,
nach ihrem tod war die welt auch so fremd.

Übersetzt von MW im Juli 2014

THE PEOPLE – Yi Sha

07月 15, 2014

yi sha the people

Yi Sha
THE PEOPLE

taking a walk in the afternoon
I come out of the east gate of fengqing park
and I see
a young woman leaning on a bicycle
talking on her cellphone:
“hello, director chen
just let my kid into your school
on top of the 50,000 sponsoring money
I will add 10,000 for you,
ok? ….”
behind her
on the back seat of the bicycle
sits a little boy
three or four years old
I walk down the street
but after a while
under the afternoon
hot summer sun
I want to cry
not because I am moved
I’m not moved at all
it was no surprise
it was perfectly normal
but I want to salute
the downtrodden masses accepting their fate
myself among them
the great chinese people

Tr. MW, July 2014

FUSSBALLWELTMEISTERSCHAFT 1998 – Yi Sha

07月 15, 2014

Yi Sha
FUSSBALLWELTMEISTERSCHAFT 1998

gäbe es keine weltmeisterschaft
schaute ich heute nacht in die sterne
dächte an große fragen der menschheit
meditierte im dunklen zimmer
im großen und weichen
simmonsbett säße ich
und sagte sutren auf
bis im osten der tag anbräche
morgenrot den himmel erfüllte
aber —
gäbe es keine weltmeisterschaft
wäre ich sicher nicht wach

Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

伊沙
1998:世界杯足球赛侧记

假如没有世界杯
今夜的我就要仰望星空
想一些有关人类的大问题了
在黑暗的房间中
在宽大而柔软的
席梦思床上打坐
口中念念有词
直到东方破晓
朝霞满天
可是 –
假如没有世界杯
我压根儿就不会醒来

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WATCHING THE CAPITAL STADIUM

KNEELING, DEMANDING THEIR WAGES – Zheng Xiaoqiong

07月 14, 2014

Zheng Xiaoqiong
KNEELING, DEMANDING THEIR WAGES

they scurry across like wandering souls at the train station
at the machines the industrial zone squalid rented rooms
their thin female bodies like knifeblades like paper
hair fibres air their fingers cut
iron plastic film etc they’re numb and exhausted
like wandering souls packed into machine tables
work clothes assembly lines their glowing eyes
in the bloom of their youth scurrying into the shadowy stream
they created themselves I can’t tell them apart
I am standing among them no one knows who I am a sack of skin
limbs movement vague expressions one harmless
face after another they are always assembled lined up
forming electronics factory anthill toy factory beehive females
smiling standing running bending curling
each simplified into one pair of hands thies
fastened screws cut iron sheets
compressed plastic curved aluminum cut fabric
their frustrated satisfied weary happy
tangled up helpless lonely expressions
they come from villages hamlets valleys teams they’re intelligent
awkward they are weak timid
today they are kneeling before the shining glass windows doors
black-clad security polished limousines green tangerines
gold-emblazoned factory name shining in sunlight
kneeling at the factory gate holding up a cardboard sign
awkward charakters “give us sweat-and-blood-money”
they look quite fearless as they kneel at the factory gate
surrounded by a crowd days ago they were colleagues
from the same province friends coworkers above or below
women without any expression watching four kneeling women workers
watching four colleagues dragged away by security watching
one of the four losing a shoe watching another worker
getting her pants torn in the struggle silently watching
four kneeling women dragged far away in their eyes
there is no sadness no joy without any expression entering the factory
their tragedy leaving me sad or depressed

Tr. MW, July 2014

郑小琼
跪着的讨薪者

她们如同幽灵闪过 在车站
在机台 在工业区 在肮脏的出租房
她们薄薄的身体 像刀片 像白纸
像发丝 像空气 她们用手指切过
铁 胶片 塑料 … … 她们疲倦而麻木
幽灵一样的神色 她们被装进机台
工衣 流水线 她们鲜亮的眼神
青春的年龄 她们闪进由自己构成的
幽暗的潮流中 我无法再分辨她们
就像我站在他们之中无法分辨 剩下皮囊
肢体 动作 面目模糊 一张张
无辜的脸孔 她们被不停地组合 排列
构成电子厂的蚁穴 玩具厂的蜂窝 她们
笑着 站着 跑着 弯曲着 卷缩着
她们被简化成为一双手指 大腿
她们成为被拧紧的螺丝 被切割的铁片
被压缩的塑料 被弯曲的绿线 被剪裁的布匹
她们失意的 得意的 疲惫的 幸福的
散乱的 无助的 孤独的 。。。表情
她们来自村 屯 坳 组 她们聪明的
笨拙的 她们胆怯的 懦弱的 。。。
如今 她们跪着 对面是高大明亮的玻璃门窗
黑色制服的保安 锃亮的车辆 绿色的年桔
金灿灿的厂名招牌在阳光下散发着光亮
她们跪在厂门口 举着一块硬纸牌
上面笨拙地写着 “给我血汗钱”
她们四个毫无惧色地跪在工厂门口
她们周围是一群观众 数天前 她们是老乡
工友 朋友 或者上下工位的同事
她们面无表情地看着四个跪下的女工
她们目睹四个工友被保安拖走 她们目睹
一个女工的鞋子掉了 她们目睹另一个女工
挣扎时裤子破了 她们沉默地看着
下跪的四个女工被拖到远方 她们眼神里
没有悲伤 没有喜悦 。。。 她们目无表情地走进厂房
她们深深的不幸让我悲伤或者沮丧

GRIEF HAD TO GROW UP – Yan Li

07月 13, 2014

Yan li grief has to grow up

Yan Li

EVEN GRIEF HAD TO GROW UP

 

you leave it, it drags on for how many years

deaths from that time, they have grown up too

obituaries are old enough to have kids

part of me I left in that year also grew

although it became a website that’s blocked

but I have learned to scale the great firewall

and leaf through injustice buried in history

 

outbursts of wailing have never stopped

on top of the wails there are always new wreaths

all are inadequate for my suspicions about reality:

why can dark and light of the world

toast each other under the neon lamps

why is it every time I take a walk on the street

I always see people whose names are forgotten

reciting the future there on the square

 

Tr. MW, July 2014

GOING HOME FOR LUNAR NEW YEAR – Yi Sha

07月 5, 2014

Yi Sha
GOING HOME FOR LUNAR NEW YEAR

in our red china
a household of four generations of scholars
could end up deep
in a slum

and so in my youth
I had it wild
wilder than kids of labor-camp inmates
at least I knew what was going on

on the first morning in the lunar new year
I took a walk through the old streets
they even looked
just like before

standing there I suddenly realized
my pals from back then had no time to grow up
most of them were caught in a crackdown
and sent up to heaven

2003
Tr. MW, July 2014

伊沙
过年回家的路上

在我红色中国
四代书香之家
也可以坐落在
贫民窟的深处

使我的少年时时代
比劳改犯的儿子
还要野蛮
野蛮又不蒙昧

大年初一的早上
当我信步走过那老巷
发现它们还保持着
过去的模样

当时我站在那里
不免怔怔地想
我儿时的伙伴来不及成长
他们大都被镇压到了天上

2003

WATCHING THE CAPITAL STADIUM – Yi Sha

06月 27, 2014

Yi Sha Capital Stadium

Yi Sha
WATCHING THE BEIJING CAPITAL INDOOR STADIUM FROM A WINDOW OF THE JAPAN AIRLINES NEW CENTURY HOTEL

It isn’t as grand
as it was before;
but still my heart
goes pounding.
So many beautiful
youthful memories;
like the willows around it,
they are still blowing.
One evening in May, 1987
I was here watching the game
when the Chinese badminton team
won all five world championship titles
for the first time.
I saw Yang Yang beat Morten Frost
Li Yongbo and Tian Bingyi
They were still in the team
and won the men’s doubles for the first time.
After the games
I rode a shoddy bicycle
through Beijing’s midnight streets
shouting and screaming
“Long live China!”
in between the traffic.
In the same year
I went with a girl
to the Northwest folk rock concert
“My hometown is not beautiful,
low straw houses, bitter well water …”
Tengger’s voice, my blood went boiling.
After the concert
I didn’t bring her home,
just up to the night bus;
that was the more responsible way …
Oh, someone’s knocking,
my friends are here.
I have to leave the window
and open the door.
Oh, I haven’t thought
of that time for a while.

Tr. MW, June 2014

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MINE WORKERS AND TEA EGGS

06月 26, 2014

Feng Xuan

Feng Xuan
MINE WORKERS AND TEA EGGS

actually, they have
just finished their early shift
and found a noodle shop
to let their spent up bodies rest for a while

handmade noodles, two yuan fifty fen
they don’t want to pay any more for the sauce
only a tea-egg
colored much like their skin
happiness rolled into one
they keep the egg and the soup till the end
as if to remind themselves
not to let this darkness
pass into their wives’ pregnant bellies

Tr. MW, June 2014

HALFWAY INTO MAKING LOVE

06月 25, 2014

Qi Guo make love halfway

Qi Guo
HALFWAY INTO MAKING LOVE

suddenly too lazy to move
lying on top, reading a newspaper

nothing interesting in there either
just want to find a few spelling mistakes

Tr. MW, June 2014


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