LEADER, HOW COME YOU BECAME A CRIMINAL?

七月 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 nothing,
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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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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KNEELING, DEMANDING THEIR WAGES – Zheng Xiaoqiong

七月 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

七月 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

七月 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

六月 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

六月 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

六月 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

FOLK REMEDY – Yuan Yuan

六月 24, 2014

Yuan Yuan

Yuan Yuan
FOLK REMEDY

Prone to nosebleed since I was small
I have a few methods
to stop the blood.
Ice-cold water on the forehead;
middle finger tied at the base;
raise up your hand on the other side;
block your nose with tissue paper.
It might also be a good choice
to use chalk from the blackboard.
The most unique method
comes from my grandfather, my mother’s father.
Up in the hills or in the fields
suddenly my nose was bleeding.
He never panicked,
took off one shoe (those shoes made from cloth),
one side of the sole
he pressed on my nostril
and kept rubbing.
From the sole, a taste of mud;
a taste of sunlight;
a taste of grass;
a taste of sheep droppings;
a taste of dead insects;
stirred up together
right up my nostril.
I choked and gasped,
the blood shot back up.

2014-01-28
Tr. MW, June 2014

“Thanks for That”

六月 18, 2014

中国大好き:

Great video. Yan Li has been an important figure in art and poetry in China and outside for a long time. I have translated a few of his poems. I like this one for the same reason that Paul Manfredi states – having cared for small children. And the poem reminds me of Hung Hung and Duo Duo. And I like Yan Li, as I said.

Originally posted on China Avantgarde:

Here’s a video I made a while back. If all goes well, this will be the first in a long series of poetry/art short takes.

This particular poem is one of my favorites by Yan Li. What caught my attention to begin with is the line “I can only help them tie their shoes”. Four years ago (when this was filmed), I was spending a lot of time tying shoes on five-year-old feet. It struck a chord.

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/98451421″>Thanks for That</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user5276801″>paul manfredi</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a>.</p>

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PELE’S PREDICTIONS – Yi Sha

六月 18, 2014

yi sha pele

Yi Sha

WISE CROW

soccer fans all over the world
know about pele’s predictions
he knows before who wins the crown
and who must go down
even brazil his own team
he has predicted bad luck for them
several times, these are
all facts
proving
he’s the real deal
king of the game
every real king talks to the spirits
right or wrong is all one

Tr. MW, June 2014

 

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MOND NEUE WOHNUNG

六月 18, 2014

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der mond ist groß und hell hinterm haus gegenüber
nicht sehr weit oben, gleich über den kränen
der erste sommer im neuen haus
der erste winter, der erste frühling
der war nass und kühl
jetzt ist es richtig sommer geworden
so viele mohnblumen
so viele lichter
so viele neue wohnungen
und ein besetztes haus in der nähe
wahrscheinlich kommen die schmierer von dort
die unsere neuen häuser verschönern
ein sechzehnjähriger liegt noch im koma
nach einer ubahn-graffitti aktion
die polizei war offenbar gründlich
und die security der wiener linien
der mond ist rund und hell hinter wolken
gleich dort hinterm haus

MW Juni 2014

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GUANYIN SOIL – Ye Zhen

六月 16, 2014

ye zhen FERTILITY

Ye Zhen
FERTILITY

sister is six years older than me
in these six years
mother was in her most fertile years
but didn’t bear children

sister was born in 1957
I was born in 1963
mother said
in these six years
so many people died in our village
so many people died in china

mother also said
fertility is not up to a person
it is up to grain
up to rice and wheat
up to leaves and tree bark
up to ‘guanyin soil’

2014-05-11
Tr. MW, June 2014

SOCCER WRITERS’ ASSOCIATION – Yi Sha

六月 16, 2014

yi sha fussball memoiren

Yi Sha
MEMOIR

on august 23rd 1931
sholohov and pasternak
sat down together for breakfast
at moscow airport
before bording a plane bound for kiev
to watch the soviet soccer team
they were invited
70 years ago in the soviet union
the official writer’s association chairman
and a dubious poet
the only time they went out together
it was all in the name of soccer
70 years later in china
one week ago
I had the same experience

2001
Tr. MW, June 2014

Yi Sha
MEMOIREN

am 23. august 1931
saßen scholochow und pasternak
am moskauer flughafen
im kaffeehaus zusammen beim frühstück
dann stiegen sie in ein flugzeug nach kiew
dort spielte das sowjetische team
sie waren beide eingeladen
vor 70 jahren in der sowjetunion
der präsident des autorenverbandes und ein dichter der grauzone
auf dieser einen gemeinsamen reise
und nur für den fußball
siebzig jahre später in china
vor einer woche
hatte ich die gleiche erfahrung

2001
Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

DUTCH SOCCER COACH BAWLS HIS HEART OUT – DREAM #62 – Yi Sha

六月 15, 2014

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Yi Sha
DREAM #62

I dreamed of
dutch coach van marwijk
beaten in the finals
in his silver-grey suit
that familiar image
but on his left chest
a bloody hole as big as a plate
as if he’d been bombed
black smoke still curling
his heart fell out
a crimson frog
skinned for the frying pan
jumps on the lawn
his son-in-law
mark van bommel screaming
“quick! put our trainer’s heart back in place!”
bald robben looks old
missed three golden chances
now he’s kneeling down
picks up the heart
and puts it back
into the hole in van marwijk’s chest
and then the whole team
each one hugging the trainer
the hole in his chest
has disappeared

July 2010
Tr. MW, June 2014

伊沙
《梦(62)》

我梦见了
荷兰教头范马尔维克
还是决赛落败的场景
还是那身银灰色西装
只是其左胸上
有一个碗大的血洞
像是被炮轰了一下
还冒着一缕青烟
其心掉落出来
像只被剥光了皮
准备下油锅的红蛙
在绿草坪上蹦跳着
还是女婿疼岳丈
范博梅尔大喊一声:
“快给教练把心安上!”
秃头而老相
错失了三次良机的罗本
双膝跪地
将心捧起
放回到范教头
胸前的血洞里
随后每个队员
都跟教练拥抱了一下
他胸前的那个血洞
不见了

2010.7

CROSSING THE SQUARE – Yi Sha

六月 13, 2014
photo by Malika Saulnier

photo by Malika Saulnier

Yi Sha
ONE DAY, CROSSING THE SQUARE

caught by a whiff of salty fish
I know I have entered the square
the biggest fish market in town
is on the south side
so the square has been reeking
all through the years
at the east is the science museum
never been in there
don’t know what they have
young pioneers palace is on the west side
I sneaked in alone
when I was 14
to see the human body display
I stood in front of a model
of female sexual organs forever
without understanding
now I’ve come to the north of the square
they call it the front side
from a double decker window
I can see everything
the province government building
looks quite imposing
up there my wife whiled her hours away
for shabby pay
the square – concrete slabs and some grass
they are lowering the flag
it’s at the middle now
looks like half-mast
22 years ago in september
we were standing here mourning
the former leader who had just died
red kerchiefs and our young faces
drenched in icy autumn rain
our white-haired principal
standing there howling through wind and rain
“What will happen to China?”*
I can see the whole scene
now I see the spectators gleaming
in the sunset
a heap of tangerines
I see two people
have left the ranks
they are two grown-up men
holding hands
running towards the east of the square
and my bus keeps going west
so I can’t make out
where they might be going

1998
Tr. MW, June 2014

*“What will happen to China?”, literally “Whither China?”, “Where is China going?”, in Chinese Zhongguo Xiang He Chu Qu 中国向何处去 was the title of a political essay published in Big Character Posters in 1968, written by the 19-year-old Yang Xiaokai 杨小凯 who was sentenced to 10 years in prison for his text. In the end he became an economist and taught at universities in China, USA and Australia (online sources).

Compare this poem to Ouyang Jianghe’s 欧阳江河 CROSSING THE SQUARE AT DUSK  傍晚穿过广场

 

伊沙
某日经过广场

一股臭咸鱼的味道袭来
说明我已开始进入广场
全市最大的水产市场
在它的南端
所以它经年
都被这种不良气味笼罩
东侧是科技馆
我从未进去过
不知道里面有什么
而西侧是少年宫
初三那年我一个人
偷偷溜进去
去看人体奥秘的展览
我在一副女性生殖系统的
模具前站了很久
最终还是没有看透
现在我已到了广场的北端
也就是人们所说的正面
我在双层巴士的窗口
把一切看得都很清楚
北面的省府大楼
还算雄伟庄严
我老婆曾在上面混过
嫌钱少得可怜
广场——草坪和水泥方砖
相间的广场上正在降旗
旗子降至一半
像下半旗
二十二年前的九月
我们曾在这里追悼过
刚刚辞世的前领袖
年少的脸和红领巾
被冰凉的秋雨打湿
白发苍苍的老校长
站在凄风苦雨中嚎哭
“中国向何处去?”
当时的情景历历在目
现在我看到围观的人群
在夕阳的光照下
像一堆桔子
我还看到有两个人
已经脱队
是两名成年男子
手牵着手
向广场的东侧跑去
车子向西开远
我没有看清
他们究竟是去了哪里

1998

Yi Sha
ÜBER DEN PLATZ, EINES TAGES

ein gestank nach salzigem fisch
sagt mir ich bin auf den platz vorgedrungen
der größte fischmarkt der stadt
ist im süden des platzes
deshalb ist er durch die jahre
von diesem geruch durchweht
im osten steht das technische museum
ich bin nie hineingegangen
weiß nicht was es drinnen gibt
im westen steht der jugendpalast
einmal schlich ich mich hinein
als 14jähriger schüler
es ging um das geheimnis des körpers
ich stand sehr lange vor einem modell
weiblicher fortpflanzungsorgane
ich blickte auch am ende nicht durch
jetzt bin ich schon am nordrand des platzes
man sagt hier die vorderseite
aus einem doppeldeckerfenster
kann ich alles überblicken
das provinzregierungsgebäude
erhebt sich doch recht stattlich
meine frau war dort oben beschäftigt
für kümmerlichen lohn
über den platz – gras und betonziegel
man lässt gerade die fahne hinunter
sie ist bei der hälfte
sieht aus wie auf halbmast
im september vor 22 jahren
standen wir in trauer hier
der frühere staatsführer war grad gestorben
junge gesichter mit roten halstüchern
im eisigen herbstregen
der schuldirektor mit weißen haaren
stand heulend und jammernd im wind und im regen
“was wird aus china?”
ich hab es noch genau vor augen
jetzt seh ich die zuseher
in der sinkenden sonne
sehen sie aus wie ein haufen orangen
ich sehe auch zwei menschen
sie haben sich schon aus der menge gelöst
es sind zwei erwachsene männer
hand in hand
laufen sie zum osten des platzes
mein bus entfernt sich nach westen
ich kann nicht erkennen
wohin sie am ende gehen

1998
Übersetzt von MW Ende 2013

Hsu Che Yu - 许折瑜 - Xu Zheyu

Football: 3 LIGHTERS – Yi Sha

六月 12, 2014
photo: Scott Savitt

photo: Scott Savitt

Yi Sha
3 LIGHTERS

in my first two days in lhasa
I bought two lighters
one with a picture of robben
the other with messi
they were both useless
breathless entirely
on this snowy highland
on the roof of the world
even lighters
show a reaction
even soccer stars
can’t keep up the flame
but on the third day
we went up the potala
when we came down again
at the bottom
in a small shop
I bought another one
this lighter had no problem at all
it showed a picture
of a living buddha

May 2012
Tr. MW, June 2014

 

Yi Sha
3 FEUERZEUGE

in meinen ersten zwei tagen in lhasa
kaufte ich zwei feuerzeuge
eines mit robben
eines mit messi
beide nutzlos
ausser atem
auf der hochebene
auf dem dach der welt
sogar feuerzeuge
werden höhenkrank
sogar fußballstars
geht hier das feuer aus
aber am dritten tag
waren wir im potala
und darunter
auf dem rückweg
in einem kleinen laden
kaufte ich ein feuerzeug
das funktionierte einwandfrei
auf ihm war ein
lebender buddha

Mai 2012
Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

 

伊沙
《三只打火机》

到达拉萨头两天
我先后买了
两只打火机
一只上贴罗本
一只上贴梅西
都不好使
差一口气
在这雪域高原
在这世界屋脊
连打火机
都有高原反应
连足球明星
都熄火了
但是第三天
我们登上布达拉宫
然后下来
在它下面的
小商店里
买的打火机
却没有任何问题
它的上面
贴着活佛

2012年5月

More soccer in China – YI SHA: THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING

WHAT TO EAT ON THE GREAT WALL

六月 10, 2014

what to eat on the great wall

Yan Yongmin
WHAT TO EAT ON THE GREAT WALL

Tomorrow I’m going to Beijing to see the Great Wall!
I couldn’t wait to tell my colleagues.

You better bring something to eat!
On the Great Wall, things are not cheap.

I’ll bring steamed Mantou
and Xian Cai sauerkraut.

You really want to lose face
up on the Great Wall?

I was joking.
I’ll bring milk and bread.

Tr. MW, June 2014

勿忘汉语拼音练习

六月 10, 2014
picture by Sara Bernal

picture by Sara Bernal

Wei Mading
WUWANG HANYUPINYINLIANXI

wuwangliusiuwangliusiwwangliusiwu
angliusiwuwngliusiwuwagliusiwuwan
liusiwuwangiusiwuwanglusiwuwangli
siwuwangliuiwuwangliuswuwangliusi

MW June 2014

picture by Sara Bernal

picture by Sara Bernal

AT THE HOSPITAL – Zheng Xiaoqiong

六月 5, 2014

 

Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

 

Zheng Xiaoqiong

AT THE HOSPITAL

 

setting sun shines on these poor people sick with disease

I know them, coming from low lying mountains

they are squatting

sitting at the hospital doors

snake skin belts, wrinkled clothes, face full of callouses, clutching

banknotes warm from their bodies, their inarticulate staring

at white-washed walls, corridors smelling of

soda, IV hooks next door, bottles

he is squatting, pain deep inside, flesh and bone, life’s inside

she is asking

setting sun in her eyes gleaming towards the western mountain

she sits in the hospital sunset, so peaceful

fear deep inside cannot be spoken

 

 

 

they hold on to each other, walking out of the red-cross hospital

setting sun shines in her eyes, his disease

in poverty, he lies on the low wooden bed

waits for his disease to swallow him like the sun

 

Tr. MW, June 2014

 

 

郑小琼

在医院

 

落日照着这个疾病缠身的穷人

我认识他们,来自矮墩墩的山头

他们蹲着

坐着,在医院的门口

他们蛇皮带子皱褶衣裳,长了满面茧子,手中捏着

带体温的钞票,他们木讷的眼神

盯着白色的墙壁,充满苏打味的

医院走廊,隔壁的吊针,玻璃瓶

他蹲着,疼痛深入肉体、骨头、生活的内部

她询问

她眼里落日的光芒在走近西山

她坐在医院的夕照中,如此宁静

有着至深的畏惧也不能说出

 

他们相扶持,走出红十字医院

夕阳照着她的眼神,他的疾病

在贫穷中,他躺在低矮的木床上

等待疾病吞噬落日般的生命

JUNE 4TH, 2014

六月 5, 2014

nzz-tiananmen-1989

 

There were demonstrations in Vienna yesterday. I went during the day, but in the evening I was too tired. It was important in the evening, of course. They let far-right organizations march through the city, canvass at universities and so on, aggressively protected by police. Anti-fascist protesters have a hard stand. Police brutality is fatal sometimes. A young subway sprayer was beaten into a coma by Wiener Linien public transport security and police in early April, and has not woken up since then. In the evening of June 3rd, the East Asian Studies department at Vienna university held an open discussion. The most interesting thing was three young female students who had interviewed Fang Zheng 方政 via Skype. He was that athlete whose legs were severed by a tank when he helped a female student get out of the way in the morning of June 4th, 1989. He became a disabled athlete and set records. But they were always worried he would get too much publicity, so he was barred from some international events. He kept quiet during the Olympics in 2008, so that he would get his passport and could leave in 2009. Lives in San Francisco, chairs an exile organization there. That presentation was great. The North Korea specialist made some interesting remarks, and in the end a Chinese professor finally made a brief personal statement. Vienna University vice president Prof. Weigelin-Schwiedrzik asked the students present what they would have done, if they would have stayed on the square under the threat of martial law. It is a romantic question – the protests in 1989 are always romanticized, as if it had been one great student party. Students took the lead, but the most important thing about any nationwide protest is popular participation, workers and many common people, not elites. Same with Taiwan’s recent Sunflower Movement. Anyway, I raised my hand and said I could not know what I would have done. Several people said so. I said I was in Taiwan in 1989, they also had demonstrations, with different aims. The February 28th, 1947 massacre in Taiwan had not yet been acknowledged. What I should have said when I raised my hand was that everyone present should think about taking part in the anti-fascist protests the next day in Vienna, on June 4th, 2014.

Tiananmen Square

 

AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE – Chun Sue

六月 3, 2014

Chun Sue Avenue of Eternal Peace

Chun Sue
MORNING, AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE

Little Brother says: dad, Avenue of Eternal Peace
take a good look
This is the road you walked for over 20 years
I am sitting with Papa and Little Brother
I am almost crying
Finally I know
why I like the Avenue of Eternal Peace
Slowly the car passes the Military Museum
and the red walls of Zhongnanhai
and Xinhua Gate
Papa is small now he fits in an ash box
sitting between us
doesn’t take up much space
We pass the Gate of Heavenly Peace
and I see him
He stands on the square
watching us while we’re passing

Why was it so hard to write about you
You’re the son of a peasant
I was born in a village
I am also the child of a peasant
I put on army songs for you all night
Crying my heart out –
I like all that too.

2012-03-03
Tr. MW, May 2014

Chun Sue Traum

Chun Sue
DREAMING OF LIVING INSIDE A DREAM

taking pictures by day
then sleepless at night
in a dream, making love to an enemy
making love to a spy
making same-sex love
making love after touching
making love after flirting
in a dream, there won’t be no fire
won’t be no snowstorm
in a dream, making love, shoot to kill
panicking, heart-broken
showing colorful clothes
going ’round gushing feelings
or gushing blood

Tr. MW, June 2014

chun sue questions

Chun Sue
QUESTIONS BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP

do you think you are an intellectual?

du you think you are an existentialist?
do you think you like to eat zhajiangmian?
do you think you are collecting antiques?

do you think you are following fashion?
do you think you have improved since you started?
do you think you have fulfilled your ideals?
do you think you’re a patriot?

do you think you love the truth?
do you think you dare to say it?
do you think you don’t fear retribution?
do you think you’re a good writer?

do you think you’re a poet?
do you think you’re a good mother?
do you think you’re a good father?
do you think you have loved?
do you think you are moral?
do you think microblogging makes China improve?

question mark mark mark
do you think they are prophets?
do you think you’re a groupie?

do you think there are things you don’t talk about?
do you think there are people you cannot offend?
do you think this novel is your autobiography?
do you think you have talent?

do you think your stuff will remain?
do you think you have secrets?
do you think you have a big heart?

do you think you are fair to everyone?
do you think you’re responsible?
do you think you play by the rules?
do you think you have nothing to be ashamed of?

do you think you are self-important?
do you think you want revenge?
do you think you are scared of dying?
do you think you make people like you?
do you think you make people hate you?
do you think you have a future?
do you think you are falling behind?
do you think you are lonely?
do you think you are writing a poem?

this girl makes you crazy
let her go on babbling
asking herself

Tr. MW, June 2014

VIENNA 2014, MAIN TRAIN STATION

五月 28, 2014

CAM00038

VIENNA 2014, MAIN TRAIN STATION

just a bit of relaxing
just a bit of the sun
gleaming on every spire
just a bit of the world
settling down for the evening
and the birds sing for springtime
just like they did when I was a kid
although everything’s new
all the shiny new buildings
in this new part of town
though we’re close to the center
you can see every ridge
it’s a beautiful city
beethoven walked here,
and schubert and brahms
and vivaldi was buried
unmarked, just like mozart
it’s a beautiful evening
of a beautiful sunday
they had eu elections
there is hope for the future
this city is fortunate
this city was worse
the worst on the planet
they voted for hitler
and killed all the jews
and then it was bombed
and then our parents
came here and we grew
and moved elsewhere and now
we are here in this building
in this town on this world.
the city is growing
it is still rather small
it was big and growing
in 1914
now we have the eu
there is privatization and deprivation
all over the continent
still it is springtime
let us build something new.

MW May 25, 2014

FlaechePicture by Juliane Adler影像0192Train station in Liesing, Vienna影像0193

ANONYM – Zheng Xiaoqiong

五月 27, 2014

Katze in Taiwan 苗栗竹南山佳里

Zheng Xiaoqiong

100 ARBEITERINNEN

 

70) ANONYM

 

Ich will sie gar nicht beschreiben. Ihr Gesicht

kann ich nicht ausmachen. Sie ist nur eine

ganz kleine Metapher. Unter mehr als 4000

in dieser Fabrik. Mit -zig Abteilungen. Sie

war mir gar nicht bekannt. Was macht das nun

schon aus. Was ich von ihr weiss, ist nur dass

sie starb. Genauer gesagt wurde sie von zwei Hunden

totgebissen. Die beiden Hunde kenne ich,

gelbschwarz und grauweiss. Hüftgroße

reinrassige Wolfshunde. Mit richtigen Wolfsaugen verfolgen sie

vorübergehende Menschen. Sie hocken am Sprung

am Eingang der Chefvilla. Manchmal

angebunden beim Aufgang zur Küche. Jedesmal wenn ich vorbeikomme,

hecheln sie. Strecken die Zungen heraus. Zeigen ihre

scharfen Zähne. Wie Reihen von Messern

die sie dir einstechen. Sie machen mir große Angst.

“Eine Arbeiterin in unserer Fabrik,

diese zwei Hunde haben sie totgebissen.” Offenbar kennen

alle Leute diese Hunde. Genau wie ich.

“Sie war aus Shaanxi. Spritzgussarbeiterin.”

“Sie war sehr schön. Ihr Freund war

bei der Security.” “Wir haben jemand aus der Heimat

von Xie Xuefen gefunden.” “19 Jahre alt,

ein halbes Jahr erst bei der Fabrik.” Solche Informationen

hab ich von dir. Wie groß du warst, wie du aussahst,

ich weiß es nicht. Obwohl ich mich bemühe,

dich in diesem Gedicht komplett zu beschreiben.

Aber was ich ausdrücken kann, ist auch nicht mehr als das hier.

Im Gewimmel dieser Fabrik

kann ich mich nicht genau an dein Gesicht erinnern.

Letztlich kam es hierher wie die Flut

und ging wieder zurück. Gar nichts

bleibt. Außer Trauer, Bestürzung.

Was von dir bekannt ist. Ich weiß nur

was man hört. Weiblich. Aus Shaanxi. 19 Jahre alt.

Von den Chefhunden totgebissen. Laut Befund der Fabrik

war es Herzversagen. Es gab eine Entschädigung.

 

Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2014

郑小琼

《女工记》

无名者

我并不想描述她 她的面容

我无法说清楚 她只是一个

小小的隐喻 在四千多人的

工厂 几十个不同部门 她

    与我都不认识 但是这又什么

关系 我知道她的消息是她

  死了 准确说是让两只条狗

咬死了 那两条狗我见过

  黄黑色与灰白色 半人高的

 纯种狼狗 像狼的眼睛盯着

来来往往的行人 它们半蹲在

老板的别墅门口 有时

会拴在厨房楼梯 每次经过

 看着它喘息 伸出舌头  露出

尖锐的牙齿 像两排尖刀

     插在心间 我对它们充满恐惧

“我们工厂一个女工被

      那两条狼狗咬死了”显然所有人

跟我一样 知道那两条狼狗

“是陕西人 注塑女工”

“很漂亮的 男朋友是

保安部的”“我们拉上

谢雪芬的老乡”“19岁

进工厂才半年”这些都是

有关你的信息 身高长相

我不知 尽管我努力地

想在这首诗中完整的描述

但是所能表达也仅仅只有这些

在这个工厂拥挤的人群中

我无法清晰把你的面孔说出来

它必定像潮水一样来这里

又像潮水一样消逝了 什么

也不会留下 剩下忧伤与惶惑

 有关你的一切 我只知道

工厂传闻 女性 陕西人 19岁

  被老板养的狼狗咬死 工厂结论却是

死于心脏病 赔款若干

EIN HEISERES LACHEN VON UNTEN VORM HAUS

五月 27, 2014

Li Yan Lachen

Li Yan
EIN HEISERES LACHEN VON UNTEN VORM HAUS
– EINE GEHÖRSÜBUNG

ein heiseres lachen von unten vorm haus
ich habe den menschen noch nie so laut lachen gehört, ungehemmt, rasend
ein ausgelassenes, schallendes
den brustkorb sprengendes lachen
ein gekonntes lachen
aber auch kein verdrehtes, gewundenes, aufgesetztes,
verstelltes lachen
kein freches grinsen
keine gackernde lache
es ist ein freudiges lachen, ein gründliches lachen
aber kein herzliches lachen
es ist ein heiseres, trockenes lachen, aus verrosteter kehle
– ein knapp bemessenes lachen
ein lachen wo der rost abgeschabt ist
der rost lacht hervor
eine rostige kehle lacht direkt heraus
eine ganz ausgedrückte zahnpastatube lacht aus dem hals

August 2007
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2014

BRONZE STATUES ARE BUSY – Hung Hung

五月 22, 2014

bronze statue

Hung Hung
MARTIAL LAW ERA – AFTER HEARING THAT SUN YAT-SEN’S STATUE AT THNG TEK-CHIONG PARK IN TAINAN HAD BEEN TORN DOWN

all those bronze statues
are busy at night
patrolling the streets
lest people get drunk and say the wrong thing or kiss in the alleys
or play mahjong at home
statues will check at the newspaper press
is there a piece on the chief like last year?
is there a space for respect at the top?
has someone scribbled in the blank spot?

bronze statues are busy
they are scared of too many things
scared stamps could bear other portraits
scared streets and squares, schools, libraries
would all change their names
no more school kids saluting
no more chatting with sparrows
scared that one day
there’d be a rope
to pull them down

“mama, why is the statue green in the face?”
“no finger-pointing, your fingers fall off!”
“mama, the statue hides for a smoke at the fire brigade!”
“he just takes a break, he got burned in the sun every day.”

those statues have long forgotten the killings
of another generation
forgotten how they are still being used
they only remember the heat of the forge
it was hard to bear
and once you cool down, then come the years
standing empty and cold

Written on the eve of Febr. 28th, 2014,
67 years after the Febr. 28th, 1947 massacre.
Tr. MW, May 2014

鴻鴻
戒嚴年代–聞湯德章公園孫文銅像被拆

那些銅像
深夜很忙
要滿街巡邏
有沒人酒醉講錯話或在暗巷接吻
還是哪一家在打麻將
要去報紙印刷廠
檢查去年的文告有沒登在
今年的頭條
頂上有沒空一格
空的一格有沒被塗鴉

銅像很忙
因為他們害怕的事太多
害怕郵票換成別的頭像
害怕街道、廣場、學校、圖書館
換上別的名字
害怕小學生經過不再敬禮
雀鳥不再來閒聊
害怕有一天
被繩子一拉
就倒

「媽媽,為什麼銅像的臉是綠的?」
「不要亂指,手指會爛掉!」
「為什麼銅像躲在消防隊抽菸?」
「他每天曬太陽好可憐,要休息一下。」

銅像早忘了前世的殺戮
也忘了今世如何被利用再三
只記得鍛燒的烈火
多麼煎熬難忍
而冷卻後的歲月
又是多麼荒涼

2014.228前夕

I was very astonished when I first saw the picture. It does look like violence, the statue is smeared red. The poem is a revelation. Why would people have something against Sun Yat-sen? Nice guy, compared to what came later. Late retribution, for the killing of Thng Tek-Chiong, governor of Tainan in 1947, one of the first dead in the February 28 massacre? Sun Yat-sen is rather far from home in Tainan, far from his home base. I remember that small park near the train station in Taipei, where Sun Yat-sen lived when he visited Taiwan, it was a Japanese hotel back then. Small garden, very peaceful. A little forlorn and frail among the hustle and bustle around Taipei train station. Why would anyone be angry at a statue of Sun Yat-sen? In 2011 and early 2012, there were many conferences around the world in memory of the 1911 辛亥革命. People talked about many interesting things, but something like this? Without this poem, I would never have thought people would think that way about these statues. Not that much. So many killings back then, so much White Terror in decades, and no retribution. And the KMT still in power. There is repressed violence in people’s hearts, and everybody can count there lucky stars if they take it out only on statues.

Taiwan is a very peaceful and safe place, all in all. One-party dictatorship does create a sense of security for some, at least in retrospect. The world gets more complicated in those new-fangled pluralist societies. So there are people who blame the subway knife attack of a deranged student on May 21 on the student-led protests in March and early April this year. In Austria, the shameless tabloid that is much bigger than Murdoch and Berlusconi in their countries, still says things like all demonstrations and protest are leftist, and cost a lot of public money. When there are anti-foreigner rightists marching in Vienna, and the police need to protect them, it is not their fault, right? And if they want to have a ball in the emperor’s palace and parade on the square where Hitler proclaimed the Anschluss in 1938, it is their right and they should be protected, and if the whole city center is full of police barricades, it is the fault of those leftists. 

It’s the other way around! In a more open society, there is much less repressed violence. Look at the recent bloody clashes and attacks in many cities in China. That won’t get less, probably. Taiwan people should be very proud of that big, peaceful demonstration on March 30. Their country has become a much better place through the changes of the last 25 years. The KMT could and should be proud of that, too. But they are the 中國國民黨, so they have to think about stability in a much bigger way, don’t they?

AH FENG – Rui Xiao

五月 22, 2014

A Feng1

Rui Xiao
AH FENG

Strands of sun in the yard

A Feng, oldest daughter of the Fengs
stands on the wet tiles
in the sun

It’s dark all around

I am dreaming
She’s still young
She wears a cheongsam embroidered with gold
Silk stockings like glass with high heels

She’s playing cards by herself

2003/5

SPEECHLESS – Xiao Wan

五月 16, 2014

Xiao Wan

Xiao Wan

SPEECHLESS

 

some call the night a hole in the sky

some call the day a corpse of the light

 

I wish both were true

just like I am a wound of the times

and truth is my scar

 

Tr. MW, May 2014

 

EVENING LIGHT – Huang Fang

五月 16, 2014

evening light

Huang Fang
EVENING LIGHT

maybe you also still love me
when the last skylark returns
your darkening hours
are reflecting mine
— remember when I used to follow you
walking from south to north?
your light may be weak
but you grant me freedom. I am an apple
ripening
growing sweeter by the rain

Tr. MW, May 2014

MOTHER AND DAUGHTER – 3 POEMS BY AN QI

五月 11, 2014

an qi airport

An Qi
AT THE AIRPORT TO PICK UP MY DAUGHTER

today is september 28
my daughter is on a plane coming to see me in beijing
actually I wanted to see her and lured her with beijing

I arrive at the airport one hour early
I am even thinking if I arrive an hour before
I can see her that much earlier

so many airplanes coming and going
for me it’s like every one carries my daughter
every plane on the sky roars like my daughter when she is running

the plane has come down from the sky
my daughter is coming out
we are looking at each other, without speaking. a little shy.

my daughter has grown very tall.
I hug her, she says: “mama, I’m heavy,
you better not pick me up”.

she says: “mama, I have to pee”,
while I am holding her and she is peeing she says:
“mama, I will pee on you!”

we are in the airport toilet.
I am still holding her wishing she’d pee on me
like that little shaft running out of her, she could not hold it while I changed her diapers.

Tr. MW, May 2014

an qi spirit-tree

An Qi
HOW CAN A SPIRIT-TREE FALL ASLEEP PEACEFULLY AMONG THE FEAR

Sweet dreams, my dear
I try to soothe you after the rage
Lightly, lightly patting your branches
Making you deep blue clothes out of warmth
So you fall asleep safe and sound in the night of the spirits
If you are afraid
I will enter deep into your fears and stir the water
I am good at that game
I’m very good at telling myself the second I close my eyes
The world is at peace.

Tr. MW, May 2014

An Qi Dufu  straw cottage

An Qi
AT DU FU’S “STRAW COTTAGE” IN CHENGDU

slender and thin
emaciated. that must be the image
it goes without saying
the sorrowful poet
the nation, the people, they all make him worry
more fat is forbidden
and laughter’s forbidden
so the dufu you’re seeing
(the dufu that’s everywhere)
bronze dufu
stone dufu
clay dufu
paper dufu
the same slender stature
of misery
as if he’d been born like that
I am thinking
the artist must have been frightened stupid
by the dufu inside his mind

Tr. MW, May 2014

400 DREAMS – YI SHA

五月 8, 2014

Yi Sha dreams 395-396

Yi Sha
DREAM #395

a bunch of poets
on a big bus
arrive at a station
getting off
I take Ms. Xiang Lianzi’s trunk by mistake
pulling her pink
draw-bar trolley
what a show-off
coming through
Great Peace alley
where I lived when I was small
looking behind me
all the poets are gone
a young Uighur guy
is dragging by baggage
— no, Ms. Xiang Lianzi’s
draw-bar trunk, running like mad

April 2014
Tr. MW, May 2014

DREAM #396

father picks out
books from my school bag
points at a novel by one female author
growling:
“your teacher said you read books under your bench
now I see this is pornography
are you not ashamed?”
(this scene really happened
when I was young)

“You should be ashamed!
your whole generation
should all be ashamed!”
one rousing reply
then I turn around
and laugh at the sky
while I walk out the door
(this scene never happened
in my whole life)

April 2014
Tr. MW, May 2014

Yi Sha dream 398

DREAM #398

Zhuang Sheng stands there
in jeans shorts
doesn’t do anything
he just stands there
there is joy in my heart
because I remember
though this is a dream
he told me on Weibo
he hoped one day
he could appear in my dreams
the ones I write down
a series of poems
now it has happened

April 2014
Tr. MW, May 2014

Yi Sha dream 401

DREAM #401

I grab an old friend
by the throat
and push him
to the edge of a pit
snarling at him:
“I can throw you down
then bury you alive
do you believe me?”
“I … believe ….”
he stutters at me
I release him

April 2014
Tr. MW, May 2014

Yi Sha dreams 402-404

DREAM #402

I receive
miraculous news
Malaysian Airlines flight MH370
the plane has been found
in a picture by Li Yi

 

DREAM #403

In a lush
botanical garden

there is Yu Youyou
she is like Afanti
in those Nasreddin Afanti stories

she says: “I am Shen Haobo’s sister”
I say: “I know who you are”

she says: “stretch out your hands”
so I stretch out my hands

she says: “now step forward and grasp that plant”
so I step forward and grasp that plant

she says: “close your eyes. when you open your eyes
you have grown together with that plant”

I close my eyes
after a long while I open them –

no-one is there
no botanical garden

only city streets in the dusk
someone playing a violin

April 2014
Tr. MW, May 2014

 

DREAM #404

I am with a gang
we are robbing a store
a bookstore
the others are at the cash register
counting banknotes
I am at the book racks
counting the books

April 2014
Tr. MW, May 2014

 

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KLAVIERSPIELERINNEN

五月 7, 2014

Shen Haobo Klavierspielerin

Shen Haobo

IN JEDEM GEBÄUDE GIBT ES EINE KLAVIERSPIELERIN

 

in jedem gebäude

gibt es eine

klavierspielerin

 

ich habe nie

auch nur eine von ihnen gesehen

 

die klavierspielerinnen

kommen nie

in die sonne

 

bis viele jahre später

eines tages

die melodie plötzlich aufhört

dann erst bemerk ich

das eingestürzte gebäude

 

ich grab durch die trümmer

und seh einen finger

einen durchsichtigen finger

damit hab ich gerechnet

 

ich umarme meine liebe

und zieh sie hinaus

ich küsse ihr weißes haar

und ihr faltiges gesicht

 

2009-01-31

Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2014

 

Shen Haobo

IN EVERY BUILDING THERE IS A GIRL WHO PLAYS THE PIANO

 

in every building

there is a girl

who plays the piano

 

I’ve never seen

any one of these girls

 

they play their piano

and they never come

out into the sun

 

until many years later

one day

a piano tune suddenly stops

and I realize

the building has fallen

 

I am hauling the rubble

there is a finger

a translucent finger

just like I imagined

 

I am holding my love

dragging her out

I kiss her white hair

and her wrinkled face

 

2009-01-31

Tr. MW, May 2014

 

TO THE MEMORY OF THE OLYMPICS

五月 7, 2014

Tang Xin
TO THE MEMORY OF THE OLYMPICS

At the height of summer, Olympics in Spain
Crazed citizens, day & night watching TV
Disgusting extremes, disturbing my dreams
I’d rather stay calm, you could say
I would not be in spasms
I prefer gentle exertions
Instead of tiring yourself spitting blood
Like some kind of monster. I hate repetition.
I don’t want to watch people shouting exulted
Like raging idiots, lunatic movements
Nazis, Cultural Revolution

Although I’m yearning for the old Greeks
Natural people, clear autumn skies
Beautiful bodies, running in freedom
Nothing like that today I’m afraid

I don’t yearn for the strong, for the muscled
For the nimble champions
No, to be strong and mighty means in my language
You could be frail and weak in your body
But if you are like Hu Shi, Zhou Zuoren
You a hero, a really great person

Go to sleep, my compatriots
Or is the national anthem your opium?
After they win three hundred gold medals
You are an invalid just like before
Go cook yourself a mung bean soup
To clear your senses

At the height of summer, Lanzhou is not too bad
Ignore the papers, no idle talking
Crickets at noon, frogs in the night
With time for reading, and a good sleep

Tr. MW, April 2014

IS ZHANG ZIYI BEAUTIFUL?

四月 26, 2014

Zhang Ziyi beautiful or not

Li Wei

IS ZHANG ZIYI BEAUTIFUL OR NOT?

Is Zhang Ziyi beautiful or not?
Some people say she’s beautiful,
some say she isn’t.
Liu Ping in our office
says she is not beautiful.
But Zhang Yimou says she is.
Ang Lee says she is.
Jackie Chan says she is.
Wong Kar-wai says she is.
Henry Fok’s son says she is beautiful.
Steven Spielberg says she is beautiful.
Now even Feng Xiaogang also says she is beautiful.
Then after all is Zhang Ziyi beautiful or not?
In my opinion
Zhang Ziyi is more beautiful than Zhang Yimou
and Ang Lee
and Jackie Chan
and Wong Kar-wai,
more beautiful than Henry Fok’s son,
more beautiful than Spielberg,
even more beautiful than Feng Xiaogang.
But she is not
as beautiful as Liu Ping in our office.

Tr. MW, April 2014

“COMPROMISE”, CHINESE-ENGLISH 《妥協的中英文解釋》

四月 24, 2014

fei

FEI (Sex 13)
 COMPROMISE, CHINESE-ENGLISH

under the system
you learn to compromise
anyone
the system
is a huge condom
never let no-one pierce it
you might get pregnant
being pregnant
means all sorts of things
you could get aborted
you could be induced
and end up dead

compromise
the english word
you make a promise
a common promise
collective promise

“tuŏxié” in mandarin
“xié” like in “xiéshāng”
negotiation
“tuŏ” like in “tuŏdang”
suitably done

Tr. MW, April 2014

 

性13
《妥协的中英文解释》

在体制下
你要学会妥协
任何人
体制
是一个巨大的安全套
你不要轻易地捅破它
很容易怀孕
而怀孕
意味着各种情况
比如你自己的被流产
被引产
包括死亡

妥协
英文是compromise
Promise是承诺
那么
Compromise
则是共同承诺
妥当地协商
是为“妥协”

SPOTTED DOG – Che Qianzi

四月 23, 2014

(This video is a performance of a different poem from the one below. Please click for English translation of the video.)

 

Che Qianzi

SPOTTED DOG

 

all those heads, barking

midnight under the tables outside

a spotted dog, dozing

at midnight

wantonly he let me take off his spots

so like a naked mademoiselle

stretching four unadorned legs to the heavens

 

2004

Tr. MW, April 2014

 

 

车前子

斑点狗

 

那些头脑,狂吠

午夜露天酒桌下

瞌睡的一条斑点狗

在午夜

让我肆无忌惮地擦去斑点

它多像小姐脱光

素面朝天的四条腿

 

2004

从新世纪诗典(第一季),伊沙编选

 

Che Qianzi

GESCHECKTER HUND

 

diese köpfe, kläffend

mitternacht, unter den tischen im freien

döste ein gescheckter hund

um mitternacht

ließ er mich hemmungslos seine punkte entfernen

eine nackte mademoiselle

streckte vier blanke beine gen himmel

 

2004

Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

Bild

 

KARSAMSTAG

四月 19, 2014

alter fernseher

Li Xunyang

OLD TV

 

at night I sit

with my old parents

watching the urns

 

Tr. MW, Easter Eve 2014

 

Li Xunyang

ALTER FERNSEHER

 

in der nacht

schau mich mit meinen alten eltern

die urnen an

 

Übersetzt von MW am Karsamstag 2014

 

Von Roy-Month-Bloods nach Hit-Al-Dwarf

四月 9, 2014

中国大好き:

“mai hart lieb zapfen eibe hold/ er renn bohr in sees kai/ so was sieht wenn mai läuft begehen/ so es sieht nahe emma mähen/ so biet wenn ärschel grollt/ ohr leck mit ei!/ seht steil dies fader rosse mähen/ in teig kurt wisch mai desto bier/ baum deutsche deutsch bajonett schur alp eiertier”

Originally posted on Blogzeit:

… sowie von Odd-Duck-Ring nach High-Lee-Can-Shut – und noch viele andere Verbindungen.

Nicht nur für Touristen hier ein Plan der Wiener U-Bahnstationen in phonetischem Englisch
Not for tourists only here’s a map of the Vienna Metro system in phonetic English.

(Zum Vergrößern klicken/Click to enlarge)

http://haraldhavas.spreadshirt.at/


Ein T-Shirt dazu gibt’s hier/There’s a T-Shirt: http://haraldhavas.spreadshirt.at
… das Poster hier/… a poster: http://www.holzbaumverlag.at/the-vienna-underground
.
.. und auch eine Postkarte/… and a postcard too: http://www.holzbaumverlag.at/vienna-underground

Siehe auch:
Austria phonetic
Germany phonetic

Grafik: Marco Seltenreich

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WE PLANT SUNFLOWERS – Li Khin-huann

四月 9, 2014
阮種日頭花
We Plant Sunflowers

李勤岸Li Khin-huann
Translated by Tiunn Boo-thinn 譯

We planted sunflowers at Parliament
To bring some sunshine inside
To bring all that mold to light
To bring the people’s rights to light

We planted sunflowers on the president’s lawn
To throw the floodgates wide open
And flood away the steel webs of a dictator
And let the young whales of democracy swim on, and on and on

We planted sunflowers in the streets
To bloom come rain and bloom come wind
To bloom for always and for all days
By the darkening roads we must yet take

We’re planting flowers in every alley and every valley
In the cities and in the country
In the mountains and by the sea

The sun will still flower
May the will of young hearts
Rise up high in our free skies

阮種日頭花
–《人面冊ê花蕊》264

李勤岸
Li Khin-huann
WE PLANT A SUNFLOWER

we plant a sunflower in parliament
to draw in the sun
stir up the poor state of our congress
stir it up for the rights of our people

we plant a sunflower in the president’s palace
to call a young sea spirit of Taiwan democracy
to stir up a flood
to sweep away the iron nets of dictatorship

we plant a sunflower on every street
to brave wind and rain
to stir and bloom
to shine a light on our dark road ahead

we plant a sunflower on every corner
in the village in the city
on the mountains at the sea
to stir and bloom
our spirit of youth
will brighten our homeland and our skies

April 9th, 2014

Tr. MW, April 9th, 2014 (没學台語,懇請大家多指教!)

 

阮種日頭花
–《人面冊ê花蕊》264

李勤岸

阮kā日頭花種tiàm立法院
吸引日光照入來
Kā臭殕ê國會曝曝咧
Kā人民ê權利曝曝咧

阮kā日頭花種tiàm總統府
予台灣民主ê少年海翁
泅做大水流ê烏潮
溢過獨裁ê鐵線網

阮kā日頭花種tī滿街路
無管透風抑落雨
阮堅持一直開花
堅持照明台灣暗淡ê路途

阮kā日頭花種tī逐角落
種tī庄腳種tī都市
種tī山頂種tī海邊
日頭會一直開花
青春ê意志
會照光咱台灣家己ê天

–2014/4/9 台師大台文系

 

日頭花

李勤岸
Li Khin-huann
SUNFLOWERS
Translated by Alice Lee 英譯

The eyes of the young are bright,
Opening into big sunflowers
To clearly see molds on the dark undersides.

The ears of the young are sharp,
Opening into big sunflowers
To hear the sadness behind pleasant words.

The brains of the young are fine,
Opening into big sunflowers.
Petals and petals of brilliant rays of light,
Piercing through the wall of fog ahead.

The sunflowers of justice,
Flower by flower,
Blossoming upon faces of the stalwart,
Blossoming within the island’s dark age.

The radiant sunflowers,
Flower by flower,
Herald the coming of our daybreak.

少年人ê目睭真金
開出大大蕊ê日頭花
會當看清生菇ê陰暗面

少年人ê耳空真利
開出大大蕊ê日頭花
會當聽著好聽話背後ê悲哀

少年人ê腦筋真活
開出大大蕊ê日頭花
一瓣一瓣ê光芒
鑿破頭前阻擋ê罩雺

正義ê日頭花
一蕊一蕊
開tī青春堅強ê面上
開tī島嶼暗暝ê世代
光phiâng-phiâng ê日頭花
一蕊一蕊
照出咱天光ê明仔載

Taiwan Demo

Taiwan paper

To Be a Citizen Who Speaks Up and Has an Attitude: Lawyer Ding Jiaxi Speaks from Prison

四月 7, 2014

中国大好き:

Please read and distribute! Alles Gute, Martin

Originally posted on China Change:

By Ding Jiaxi , published: April 6, 2014

Lawyer Ding Jia and wife.

Lawyer Ding Jia and wife.

As Ding Jiaxi’s wife, every time after the lawyers met with Jiaxi, I couldn’t wait to ask them for audio or video recordings of Jiaxi, and listen or watch eagerly when I got them. Jiaxi’s familiar voice and hearty laughter have always moved and inspired me. From these recordings, I learned more about Jiaxi, understood more about the things he did, and supported him more firmly. Sometimes I feel those people who detained and imprisoned him and will put him on trial are pretty stupid. They are scared of people who oppose them, but what they do is make more people, like me , oppose them. I have also decided to be a citizen who speaks out and who has an attitude. I say: Stop creating more unjust and false cases. Release…

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My Ideals and the Career Path I Have Chosen

四月 7, 2014

中国大好き:

大家多保重!

Originally posted on China Change:

By Ilham Tohti, published: April 6, 2014

 

Ilham Tohti. Photo from Tibetan writer Woeser's Twitter account @degewa.

Ilham Tohti. Photo from Tibetan writer Woeser’s Twitter account @degewa.

On January 15, 2014, Chinese authorities arrested Ilham Tohti, a Uighur economics professor at the prestigious Minzu University in Beijing. Authorities formally charged him with separatism on February 25, and have so far denied him access to his attorney. For years, Tohti has discussed and commented on not only Chinese policies in the Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Region, where the vast majority of this Turkic Muslim population lives, but also the state of Han-Uighur relations. He founded the Chinese-language website 维吾尔在线 (Uighur Online), which is meant to facilitate communication and understanding between the two peoples.  The following autobiographic essay, written in January, 2011, provides a much-needed portrait of the man. In dealing with Ilham’s case, we demand that the Chinese government acts transparently and in accordance with its own Criminal Procedure Law as well…

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TEACH YOUR CHILDREN WELL ….

四月 7, 2014

SUNFLOWER TAIWAN

Chuan Fang Chang
CIVIC EDUCATION

We teach our kids to believe in justice.
You torture righteous children to death
and exonerate murderers.

We teach our kids to believe in peace.
You betray the people’s trust for your profits.

We teach our children honesty.
You swindle voters, they pay the bills.

We teach our kids democracy.
You auction off our rights on the side.

We teach our children respect.
You trample poor people under your feet
and then give out alms.

We teach our children to live in justice.
You wheel and deal and sell off their homes,
let them drink pesticides crawling and crying.

You call our children a violent mob.
Their clothes may be dirty, at heart they are pure.
Your clothes are perfect, calmly you put on your elegant ties
and wrap the filth in your hands.

You say you’re calling on education
but you let police clobber our children
and have them arrested as criminals.

What we taught our children went against facts.
They had to memorize and recite
and write it one hundred times if they failed.

Now they won’t believe what we tell them.

We put down our textbooks
to practice democracy,
exercising a spirit you never knew.

Protect our children!

Don’t let your cold-blooded thinking sentence them to death.

We are fighting to testify for all those pure and gentle hearts.

 

 

March 2014
Tr. MW, April 2014

 

Chuan Fang Chang

[公民老師]

我們教孩子相信正義
你們將正義的孩子凌虐致死
並判殺人犯無罪

我們教孩子相信和平
你們爲了利益撕裂族群情感

我們教孩子誠實
你們欺騙選民大開選舉支票全民買單

我們教孩子平等
你們設計完美的獨裁政體打造階級

我們教孩子民主
你們私下拍賣主權暴力通過條約

我們教孩子尊重
你們把窮人的生命踐踏在腳底
並佯裝佈施

我們教孩子居住正義
你們用怪手毀壞他們的家園
讓他們吞農藥匍地悲泣流離失所

你叫我們教的孩子暴民
他們衣衫襤褸 心地純淨

你們衣冠楚楚 優雅從容繫上領帶
並包裝你們污穢的雙手

你叫我們愛的教育
卻讓警察用盾牌、警棍鞭飭我們的孩子
並將他們用現行犯逮捕

我們教孩子與現實違背的知識
讓孩子反覆背誦考試
不及格的罰寫一百遍

而今,孩子已不願意相信我們

我們放下課本
實習演練那些你們作不到的民主素養

保護我們的孩子
不被你們的冷血判死刑
我們必須印証那些純潔與善良

2014年三月

Sunflower faces

 

Sunflower cake and newspaper


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