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TO MY COUNTRY

9月 13, 2013

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Zheng Xiaoqiong
TO MY COUNTRY

cannot abandon this country, five thousand years of meager creeks and cold peaks
five thousand years having a band of whores erecting gateways for memory
its people industrious, intelligent, brave
and used by these whores, pressed to their last drop of blood
cannot abandon this country, connected from birth inseparably
my tears becoming one of its rivers, drinking its juices
slurping its blood, look at these whores telling lies as their trade
poets are used to the emperor’s new clothes, no-one plays a small child
I cannot abandon this country, nor am I having these whores banish me
getting angry is fruitless, I’d rather become another Sisyphus
and even for dying, it is on its earth where I am going to sleep

Tr. MW, Sept. 2013

郑小琼
《给祖国》

不能放下这个国度，它五千年的水瘦山寒
五千年它让一群婊子们立满了牌坊
它的人民勤劳、勇敢、智慧
也被这些婊子们利用，柞尽了最后一滴血
不能放下这个国度，出生就注定与它不能解除关系
我的哭泣将会成为它的一条河流，喝着它的汁
饮着它的血，看婊子们对它撒谎成性
习惯了皇帝的新装，诗人们也不肯做一次小孩
不能放下这个国度，无论是遗弃或者被婊子们放逐
我的血液里仍将有爱，有着因爱而生成的愤怒
这愤怒注定是徒劳，我宁愿再做一个西西弗斯
哪怕就是死去，我也要在它的土地上安眠

Zheng Xiaoqiong MUTE 《喑哑》

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Duo Duo: TO BE ABLE

9月 10, 2013
Painting by Sara Bernal

Painting by Sara Bernal

Duo Duo
TO BE ABLE

to be able to drink big gulps of warm wine
to enjoy glory days in stupor
to be able to think
behind the ticking window curtain at noon
think of trivial things
to be really embarrassed for a long time

to be able to take a walk for yourself
sit down on a chair painted green
close your eyes for a while
to be able to sigh
thinking of unpleasant things
to forget where the ash
dropped from your cigarette

to be able to lose your temper
when you are sick, to do undignified things
to be able to walk along a familiar road
walking all the way home
to have someone kiss you
wash you scrub you, to have exquisite lies
waiting for you, to be able to live in this way

would be great, any place, any time
picking flowers
mouths finding mouths
no unrests no revolution
what flows down to the ground is the sacrificed wine
to be able to live in this way
would be great, would be the ultimate thing to enjoy!

Tr. MW, Sept. 2013

多多

《能夠》

能够有大口喝醉烧酒的日子
能够壮烈、酩酊
能够在中午
在钟表滴嗒的窗幔后面
想一些琐碎的心事
能够认真地久久地难为情

能够一个人散步
坐到漆绿的椅子上
合一会儿眼睛
能够舒舒服服地叹息
回忆并不愉快的往事
忘记烟灰
弹落在什么地方

能够在生病的日子里
发脾气，作出不体面的事
能够沿着走惯的路
一路走回家去
能够有一个人亲你
擦洗你，还有精致的谎话
在等你，能够这样活着

可有多好，随时随地
手能够折下鲜花
嘴唇能够够到嘴唇
没有风暴也没有革命
灌溉大地的是人民捐献的酒
能够这样活着
可有多好，要多好就有多好！

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Space Poems

9月 6, 2013

Lydia and Julia. My tastes are simple, mostly. No Fehlschmelzen. Although that word makes me think of Ai Weiwei. Rare words. Rare earths. Che, fourth tone. Like the chai of demolition, but with earth instead of hand. In a famous poem by Du Fu, On Top Of Yueyang Pagoda. Che, separation. Of Wu and Chu. Still great realms, 1300 years later. Wu is Shanghai, Suzhou, Hangzhou and so on. Wu-dialect of Chinese, as different from Mandarin as French is different from German or Dutch, at least. Wu and Chu. Chu is Sichuan and so on. Dongting lake separates Wu and Chu. Dongting lake seen from the pagoda. Heaven and earth, blablabla, the light on the lake. No letters from home. North still at war. Writing this, leaning at the railings, crying. 昔聞洞庭水, 今上岳陽樓. 吳楚東南坼, 乾坤日夜浮. 親朋無一字, 老病有孤舟. 戎馬關山北, 憑軒涕泗流. Xi wen Dongting shui, jin shang Yueyang lou. Don’t know what kind of dialect Du Fu used. Not Mandarin, that’s for sure. More something like Wu, probably. Which I don’t speak and can’t write. Heard of Dongting lake, now I climb the stairs. Wu Chu dong nan che, qian kun ri ye fu. Here comes the “che”. Rare word, in present Mandarin. Dong nan, east and south. Wu is southeast from Chu. Heard of Dongting lake, now I climb the stairs. Wu and Chu divorced; Sky reflected, night. Not a word from home. Sick and old, a boat. War steeds roam the north. I lean here and cry. Five syllables per verse. Yes, much like Haikus. Yi Sha has space poems. 2 from 2003. One about first signs of spring, lunar new year, mahjong, the space shuttle Columbia, fear of flying, freedom. The other one about space, father and son, skies at night, North Korea. This 2nd 1 was in the FAZ on June 26, 2013, when the Shenzhou 10 capsule returned to earth.

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Last week, in the run up to our website relaunch and the live event, Spacewe started an open call and asked for your short ‘Space Poems’. The call is closed now and we would like to thank everyone who took part!! We received 15 poems, sent to us in English and German via twitter, facebook and as blog comments and enjoyed reading the poems a lot. We hope you all do!

 

… and here are the Space Poems …

 

daybreak

 

when we credulously

reached for the clouds

a clamour

from the mouth of

a careless fish

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by Achim Wagner (via twitter)

 

 

words are vinds which blow roofs

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Daiga Mežaka (via blog comment)

 

 

There’s no sound in a space poem, only the charged particles of solar wind.

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by Dave Bonta (via twitter)

 

 

Folda Saumtar

Dark

Weil polygam in der

Weltraumzukunft

Vergessen

Dode jedan…

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