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VIENNA 2014, MAIN TRAIN STATION

五月 28, 2014

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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

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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. Hüfthohe

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 jemanden 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 ÜBUNG FÜR EIN GEHÖR

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 – 小宛 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 – 黄芳 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 – 安琪三首 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 – 伊沙 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 – 沈浩波

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 – 唐欣

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 are 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


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