Archive for the ‘新世纪诗典’ Category
2月 9, 2016
Xing Hao
DAUGHTER
my wife was pregnant
craved for boiled chicken
I bought only tofu
with the rest of the money
I got neruda’s “collected poems”.
my wife was pregnant
craved for baked fish
I bought only cabbage
with the rest of the money
I got pushkin’s biography.
when my daughter was born
she was just three pounds two
kept warm in a box
like a white mouse
crying and crying.
on the first day of 2016
I put a great feast on the table
everything for my daughter.
still very thin and very small
my ravenous daughter
and inside
it still hurts.
January 2016
Tr. MW, Feb. 2016
标签：chicken, child, 邢昊, family, fish, food, history, hunger, memory, mouse, nourishment, poetry, Xing Hao, 新世纪诗典
发表在 February 2016, January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
2月 6, 2016
Shi Weila
CLAWS
clumps of soil
cling
to the claw of a tractor
a calloused hand
digs its own grave
2015
Tr. MW, 2016
标签：claw, 石薇拉, dirt, earth, grave, hand, NPC, Shi Weila, soil, tractor, work, 新世纪诗典
发表在 February 2016, January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 14, 2016
Yuan Yuan 袁源
DEFECT
There is a defect
in the urinal in this restaurant.
You stand in front,
it squirts water.
I didn’t know
so I jumped.
Fuck,
haven’t started to pee,
this thing pees on me.
August 2015
Tr. MW, Jan. 2016
标签：bathroom, defect, 袁源, jump, knowledge, pee, poetry, restaurant, toilet, urinal, water, Yuan Yuan, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 12, 2016
Yi Sha
MOTHER TONGUE
In the green hills
each of these hermits
they all have a dog.
We are taking a walk
they jump out barking like mad.
I shout in Chinese: “Go to hell!”
Doesn’t help.
They are jumping us.
Woman writer JoAnn from Chicago
yells: “Shit!”
Dog starts to listen
and slinks away.
2014
Tr. MW, Jan. 2016
标签：america, bark, call, chicago, dogs, growl, Johnson, jump, language, nature, poetry, tongue, vermont, Vermont Studio Center, VSC, walk, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 January 2016, NPC, October 2014, prose, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 新世纪诗典, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
1月 9, 2016
Chun Sue
ON A TRIP
In the same night
in Berlin
I was at two events with Chinese writers.
The female writer who lived in London
gave me a stronger impression
than the male writer who stayed in America.
Her English pronunciation was better, more resonant;
also before at the event with the male writer
I was very thirsty
so I was distracted.
When the female writer was up on the stage
I had drunk enough water,
had been to the bathroom.
Under the light,
from the side she frowned at the moderator.
A grimace like
a Hollywood star doing a fierce ugly Asian.
It was really confusing,
like she was seeing her psychiatrist
at the literature festival.
As she screwed up her face
I really wanted to ask her: Are you happy?
Maybe it was
that special
feeling for form
reminding me of my former self.
At a lit fest in Norway, I had a crowd of high school kids;
when it was over,
I saluted the packed mass in the dark,
like a Young Pioneer.
2015
Tr. MW, Jan. 2016
标签：act, Chun Sue, expression, face, fierce, film, form, grimace, happiness, literature, poetry, psychology, salute, ugly, 新世纪诗典, 春树
发表在 December 2015, January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome!, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 8, 2016
Zuo You
ICH WILL DEN VERDAMMTEN KLANG ENDLICH HÖREN
20 Jahre gehörlos.
Nie Hörgeräte verwendet.
Vor ein paar Tagen geh ich mit meiner Schwester
zum Institut für traditionelle Musik und Akustik,
die machen Versuche mit Hörgeräten.
Ich bin so lange taub,
weiß gar nicht was ein Klang ist.
Auf einmal macht das Gerät ein ganz schrilles Geräusch.
Ich hab geglaubt, ich hör einen Ton.
Ich umarm meine Schwester.
“Nicht so schnell”, sagt der Mann,
“das ist nur die Erschütterung.”
Übersetzt v. MW im Januar 2015
标签：body, deaf, emotion, family, feeling, health, hearing, hearing aid, sense, sound, Zuo You, 左右
发表在 January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 7, 2016
Jun Er
ACCIDENT
I hear
one year
one month
one day
one
mo-
ment
when
a small bird in flight
and a HARMONY bullet train
hit each other
glass “blossomed in shards” at the front of the train
they did an emergency stop for 20 minutes
the bird’s blood, according to passengers
splattered all over the shattered glass
in a beautiful pattern
Tr. MW, January 2016
标签：accidents, animals, birds, blood, blossom, bullet, emergency, flower, high-speed, hit, Jun Er, passengers, pattern, shards, stop, train, 君儿, 新世纪诗典
发表在 January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 7, 2016
Ma Fei
MEMORIES ABOUT ZHAODI
When I was small,
five different girls
slept at our house.
They were all called Zhaodi.
Zhaodi means “beckoning younger brother”.
My mother was president
of the women‘s association
so she brought them home.
They all had injuries on their faces
or on their bodies.
My mother dabbed them with medicine.
Secretly I took a look.
Only one of the five
beckoned a younger brother.
But he died very soon.
That one Zhaodi
who had had a “didi”,
she had even more injuries.
Tr. MW, January 2016
标签：body, brother, childhood, 馬非, face, girls, injury, Ma Fei, medicine, memory, sister, women, wound
发表在 January 2016, NPC, poetry, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 6, 2016
Qi Bazi
MEETING
someone talking
someone listening
someone not listening
someone not hearing
someone listening somewhere else
someone pretending to listen
someone forgets everything
someone doesn’t follow
someone oblivious
someone asks later if someone was listening
someone going to beat up someone
9/2/15
Tr. MW, Jan. 2016
Qin Bazi
SITZUNG
manche reden
manche hören zu
manche sind nicht beim zuhören
manche hören nicht
manche hören’s woanders
manche tun als ob sie zuhören
bei manchen geht es hinein und hinaus
manche kommen nicht mit
manche sind gar nicht mehr da
manche fragen hat jemand zugehört
manche wollen manche verprügeln
2. Sept. 2015
Übers. v. MW im Januar 2016
标签：attention, 秦巴子, hearing, listening, meeting, people, poetry, Qin Bazi, speech, talk, thought, violence, 新世纪诗典
发表在 January 2016, NPC, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 6, 2016
Ai Hao
BRETT VOLLER NÄGEL
wir brauchten
zwei monate
um den laden zu renovieren
aber nur zwei stunden
um diese schränke zu demolieren
das war noch nicht
das schlimmste problem
um zwei in der früh
fuhren wir elektrodreiräder
aufgetürmt mit bretterteilen
durch die ganze stadt
fanden doch keinen müllplatz
am ende aber
ein sogenanntes dorf in der stadt
im abriss begriffen
lautlos packten wir die bretter
in ein haus
von dem nur noch eine mauer
übrig war
von einem dieser bretter
hab ich mir
unvorsichtigerweise
die finger
aufgerissen
Übersetzt von MW im Januar 2015
标签：Ai Hao, board, city, demolition, 艾蒿, nail, night, poetry, renovations, trash, tricycle, village, wall, work, 新世纪诗典
发表在 January 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 2, 2016
Wang Youwei
TRAFFIC LIGHT
this
horny fall
wet all the time
a
young lady
in a green coat
at a
completely blocked
intersection
runs a red light
Oct. 2015
Tr. MW, Jan. 2016
标签：autumn, cars, 王有尾, drizzle, fall, people, rain, traffic, waiting, Wang Youwei, 新世纪诗典
发表在 January 2016, NPC, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 26, 2015
Zhang Xinxin
DON’T!
When it’s dark,
please do not
tell
ghost stories.
Because
not only
people
will listen.
Ghosts
love them too.
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015
标签：dark, ghosts, listening, night, people, poetry, stories, tell, winter, Zhang Xinxin, 张心馨, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 24, 2015
Zhou Sese
KUCKUCK!
ich hör meinen heimatort kuckuck schreien.
der teich schreit kuckuck.
kahle bäume schreien kuckuck.
gemüsefelder schreien kuckuck.
frösche hocken stumm in der erde,
mit großen augen vom halluzinieren.
stumm liegt ein kleines kind auf der schwelle,
er stellt sich tot,
wartet nur bis ich näher komm.
er springt mich an und wirft mich um.
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2015
标签：call, child, country, eyes, fields, frog, home, memory, poetry, sound, village, water, Zhou Sese, 周瑟瑟, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2015, November 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 22, 2015
Yang Yan
OMA
Die Oma vom 6. Stock
die ausschaut wie meine
verstorbene Oma
wenn sie hinunter fährt
drückt sie oft den falschen Knopf
kommt dann zu Fuß wieder hinauf
jedesmal wenn die Lifttür aufgeht
und ich sie seh
denk ich
ha, Oma
wieder mal kommst du
von unten herauf.
8. April 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2015
标签：button, death, down, elevator, family, generations, grandmother, house, life, look, poetry, staircase, up, Yang Yan, 新世纪诗典, 杨艳
发表在 April 2015, December 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 22, 2015
Ye Zhen
HAND
After my mother got parkinson’s syndrome,
she could not pinch the dough to make Jiaozi.
When I was home for the Lunar New Year,
my mother’s hand was often pinched by my hand,
as if I was putting in filling for Jiaozi.
Sometimes my mother’s hand pinched my hand,
as if she was pinching dough.
Mother and son, we made our Jiaozi for Lunar New Year.
But we couldn’t stop trembling.
So it fell out right away: the chopped celery, the ground meat
and the cash you put in for luck.
3/7/15
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015
标签：disease, dough, family, food, hand, Jiaozi, lunar calendar, memory, mother, new year, poetry, son, Ye Zhen, 叶臻, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2015, March 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 21, 2015
Zhao Lihong
VISITORS ON MY SINA BLOG
i’m no famous guy
so i’m not surprised
famous poets
don’t come very often
my social media friends
they hardly show up
stalwart visitors
always looking for poetry
don’t keep at it
more than two or three years
recently I have a visitor
saving and liking
my poems repeatedly
his blog is called
American Test Tube Babies
Most Popular Non-Chinese Specialist
Dr. Nielsen
12/11/15
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015
标签：baby, blogging, 赵立宏, fame, friends, medicine, poetry, popular, society, visitor, Zhao Lihong, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 21, 2015
Mo Du
17 BRANCHES
A branch in my orchard
asked me
who was buried down at the back.
A precious place in Fengshui!
I swooped with my scissors
and sent him flying.
A different branch said:
“About the airport up on the mountain
when are they going to start construction?
Will we have to move to some other garden?”
I made no sound
but my scissors dealt with the question.
Another branch wanted an explanation
of the El Niño phenomenon.
I gave him satisfaction,
it was a clean cut.
Then the whole tree was rustling its branches
“What about this year’s apples,
do you have the money in hand?”
I went for my ax
and chopped down the thing.
12/2/15
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015
标签：apples, branch, conversation, cut, 莫渡, garden, Mo Du, money, orchard, poetry, prune, question, scissors, solution, speech, tree, twigs, work, year
发表在 December 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 20, 2015
Na Ye
CV
In the end I have wasted my life
for no other reason
than my education and re-education
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015
Na Ye
CV
am ende hab ich mein leben verschwendet
aus keinem anderen grund
als meiner erziehung und umerziehung
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2015
标签：CV, education, generations, life, Na Ye, poetry, politics, re-education, reason, resume, waste, 娜夜, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
12月 14, 2015
Jiang Caiyun
LAMP
I want a lamp.
No incandescent lamp;
no energy-saving lamp;
no neon lamp;
no path light either,
but what I saw
at my grandmother’s place when I was small:
a barn lantern.
In a dream
I pick it up from a trash heap.
Like my grandmother,
I am lighting the lamp.
Tr. MW, December 2015
Jiang Caiyun
LAMPE
ich möchte eine lampe
keine glühlampe
keine energiesparlampe
keine neonlampe
keine lampe draußen
sondern was ich als kind
im alten haus von meiner oma gesehen hab
eine petroleumlampe
in meinem traum
heb ich sie auf aus dem abfall
und wie meine oma
zünd ich sie an
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2015
标签：dream, 蒋彩云, family, generations, grandmother, Jiang Caiyun, lamp, lantern, light, neon lamp, NPC, pathlight, trash, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 30, 2015
Tang Guo
CHILDHOOD GAMES
they tied my hands and my feet
let me hop up the stairs to second floor
if I made it all the way up
hopping up without falling
I would get a handful of candy
tight ropes around hands and feet
I had to hop like a frog
the first jump was easy
the second stair was not too bad
it got hard later on
grinning grown-ups upstairs on the landing
their hands full of candy
gleaming in colours
I held down my pain
kept telling myself to be strong, to go on
many times I almost fell on the stairs
but in the end I held on to myself
I raised my small hands up together
thanking someone somewhere beyond
I finally got the candy I dreamed of
then grown-ups got bored and dispersed
May 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
标签：ambition, candy, children, control, dream, fall, feet, fun, game, grown-ups, hands, hop, interest, jump, NPC, pain, play, poetry, rope, stairs, sweets, Tang Guo, thanks, 唐果, 新世纪诗典
发表在 MAY 2015, November 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 24, 2015
Lan Du
OPA IST DICK
der alte herr
war sein leben lang knochig und mager
dann wurde er herzkrank
und starb auf der ofenbank
angeschwollen am ganzen körper
seine dreijährige enkelin
zupft am ärmel des vaters
flüstert
“opa ist dick geworden”
14. Juli 2015
Übersetzt von MW, Nov. 2015
标签：body, child, death, expression, 蓝毒, fat, father, grandfather, heart, kang, Lan Du, life, NPC, sick, skinny, speaking, 新世纪诗典
发表在 July 2015, November 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 22, 2015
BERLIN GIRL
berlin girl
berlin beautiful girl
berlin young & beautiful girl
berlin big young & beautiful girl
sleeps in the subway
hope she’s alive
MW July 2015
BERLINERIN
berlinerin
schöne berlinerin
junge schöne berlinerin
große junge schöne berlinerin
schläft in der s-bahn
hoffentlich lebt sie
MW 2015
标签：beauty, berlin, big, child, 维马丁, death, life, NPC, Pingliang, poetry, Qinghai, sleep, subway, woman, Xining, young, 新世纪诗典
发表在 April 2015, August 2015, March 2015, MAY 2015, November 2014, November 2015, NPC, October 2014, poetry, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 11, 2015
Momo
PIGEON FLIES INTO WORKSHOP OF FEMALE PRISONERS
flies from left
to right, from right to
left, crashes
against the big tall window
once, and again
sun, through the bars
on the pigeon
prisoner clad in stripes
she’s a strange bird
2015
Tr. MW, 2015-2017
Momo
TAUBE IM FRAUENGEFÄNGNIS
von links fliegt sie nach
rechts, von rechts nach
links, schlägt gegen
das große hohe glasfenster
der werkstätte
einmal, noch einmal
sonne, hineingesteckt
eisenzaun reflektiert
auf dem taubenkörper
sieht aus wie zebrastreifen
von sträflingskleidung
Übersetzt von MW im November 2015
标签：bird, clash, clothes, dove, 莫莫, fence, fly, glass, jail, light, Momo, NPC, pigeons, poetry, prison, stripes, window, women, work, 新世纪诗典
发表在 November 2015, NPC, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 9, 2015
Zhu Jian
WILL-O‘-THE-WISP
went past a graveyard
saw will-o’-the-wisps
my friend said, these are
the bones giving light
isn’t it true
in everyone’s bones
there is a light
a precious lamp
many people living in misery
all through their life
their light comes on
only after they die
2000
Tr. MW, 2015
Zhu Jian
IRRLICHTER
am weg lag ein friedhof
ich sah irrlichter blinken
die knochen leuchten,
sagte mein freund
ist es nicht so
jeder mensch hat in den knochen
ein kostbares licht
viele menschen fristen
ein erbärmliches dasein
nach ihrem tod erst
leuchten sie auf
2000
Übersetzt von MW am 31. Dez. 2013
《磷火》
朱剑
路经坟场
看见磷火闪烁
朋友说，这是
骨头在发光
是不是
每个人的骨头里
都有一盏
高贵的灯
许多人屈辱地
活了一辈子
死后，才把灯
点亮
2000
标签：apparitions, bones, death, ghosts, history, lamp, life, light, memory, misery, noble, NPC, poetry, presence, time, treasure, worth, writing, Zhu Jian, 新世纪诗典, 朱剑
发表在 2000, December 2013, November 2015, NPC, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 9, 2015
Zhu Jian
NANJING MASSACRE
On the walls,
densely written all over,
thousands and thousands.
The names of the dead.
I took one look,
just one look.
Then I had to get out.
Could not turn my head.
I had seen
the name of a friend.
Of course I knew,
it was only the name.
I was almost sure:
Just one more look
I would have seen
my name on the wall.
2010
Tr. MW, 2015
Zhu Jian
NANJING MASSAKER
an den wänden
dicht an dicht
tausende namen
der ermordeten
ich sah einmal hin
warf nur einen blick
dann musste ich raus
ohne den kopf zu wenden
ich hatte einen namen gesehen
den namen eines freundes
natürlich wusste ich
es war nur der name
ich war fast sicher
mit dem nächsten blick
hätte ich meinen
namen gesehen
2010
Übersetzt von MW am 31. Dez. 2013
《南京大屠杀》
墙上
密密麻麻写满
成千上万
死难者的名字
我看见了一眼
只看了一眼
就决定离开
头也不回的离开
因为我看到了
一位朋友的名字
当然我知道
只是重名
几乎可以确定
只要再看第二眼
我就会看见
自己的名字
2010
标签：china, friend, history, Japan, massacre, memory, names, Nanjing, NPC, numbers, poetry, walls, war, writing, Zhu Jian, 南京, 名字, 大屠杀, 新世纪诗典, 朱剑
发表在 December 2013, November 2015, NPC, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 3, 2015
Li Dian’er
SISTER-IN-LAW ZHANG HONGPING
Zhang Hongping from Nanchenzan village,
from the family of Wu Zhanlei,
when she was pregnant the second time,
the time period between the two pregnancies
did not meet national regulations.
After the late-term abortion,
they threw that ball of flesh
into a dirty plastic bucket.
Her mom prodded one or two times into the bucket with fire tongs,
That piece of flesh twitched one or two times without a sound
Her mom’s fingers shook one or two times.
”It’s a girl,“
said her mom.
Every time she talks about it,
Zhang Hongping makes a pause at this moment.
“After that,” she says,
“‘cause it was a girl I cried not so hard.”
Tr. MW, November 2015
标签：abortion, body, bucket, family, flesh, gender, girl, law, Li Dian'er, nation, NPC, one-child-policy, pain, poetry, politics, pregancy, regulation, sound, village, 新世纪诗典, 李点儿
发表在 November 2015, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
10月 30, 2015
Ming Zhi
ME
I am so beautiful,
noble and tall.
I have so much money.
I am so clever,
lovely and cute,
naive and adorable,
I am so innocent.
My emotional competence is so high,
just like my IQ.
I am 100 % natural Liu Mingzhi.
Producers are Liu Tengyun, Huang Danzhe.
Raw ingredients semen and egg.
I’m a limited edition.
They don’t produce them anymore.
10/29/15
Tr. MW, 10/30/15
标签：beauty, children, china, edition, emperor, empress, 茗芝, growing, ingredients, innocence, Ming Zhi, nature, NPC, one-child-policy, poetry, politics, production, society, 新世纪诗典
发表在 October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
10月 23, 2015
You Ruoxin
COLD SWEAT
Today Papa was driving home
he almost hit an electric bicycle
running a traffic light
I told Papa I felt cold sweat
all over my body
Although I don’t know
what cold sweat means
I only know how
to use it
2015-04-12
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
标签：bicycles, cars, cold, danger, electric bicycles, sweat, traffic, You Ruoxin, 新世纪诗典, 游若昕
发表在 April 2015, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
10月 20, 2015
Ai Hao
PEACETIME WAR HERO
you don’t have money
but you’ve got to buy an apartment
in the end you choose a unit
next to an army factory
national territory
should be a good deal
and rather safe
when you move in you realize
they have test explosions
every day at irregular intervals
it’s like you’re in a war zone
first you hear the roar
then your family members
start screaming
they keep shooting until
one day
artillery shells shatter your windows
your aluminum ceiling panels
your furniture
then they hit you
lying in hospital
you’re a real casualty
funny thing is
you don’t get a medal
and you can’t leave the army
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
标签：Ai Hao, apartment, army, artillery, casualty, collateral damage, damage, 艾蒿, family, hospital, medal, nation, NPC, peace, possessions, shells, sound, war, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, NPC, October 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
10月 6, 2015
Gui Shi
SMOKING
I smoke a cigarette
under a street light
and the cigarette
is smoking me.
We are two smokers
don’t need any language
we are connected
just in this way.
Smoking each other
smoke curling up
in strands and spirals
glistering, swaying
sparkling grey whips.
I am smiling
standing
at the same time
I connect
with the next cigarette
fish out my lighter
and
have a cold
shudder.
12/19/11
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Gui Shi
LONELY BEER BOTTLES
every hot night watching the Europe cup
I need a few beers in the fridge
let them get chilled
later when the time is ripe
I take them out
and open their caps.
They heave a sigh like they do every time.
Then I watch the game
and finish the beer all the way.
At intermission
I go to the bathroom.
At this time, there are only
these few empty bottles
left standing.
Through the glass
they watch commercials.
6/22/12
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Gui Shi
IN THE MIRROR
ax watching
his face
skinny, dried up
all his life
waiting to chop
people who part their hair in the middle
5/26/13
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
Gui Shi
RIDER’S INN
he sees in his dream
a few merry thieves
jumping out of himself
and some hired thugs
they each have a smoke
they buy some provisions and pickled vegetables
they make it back into his body
before he wakes up
1/13/15
Tr. MW, Oct. 2015
标签：beer, cigarettes, dream, 鬼石, football, Gui Shi, poetry, soccer, thieves, thugs, TV, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2011, January 2015, June 2012, May 2013, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
10月 1, 2015
Bei Lang
BLINKING
dead apricot tree halfway up the slope blinking
and big sister’s hand, red from the stove
cow chewing dry straw thinking of water with a tear in her eye blinking
and a crease on one side of father’s face as he enters the pen
tiles on the furnace blown loose by the wind blinking
and scales of fish on the beach of the river Malian round the east
small copper mirror down at the bottom of mother’s wedding chest blinking
and a milk tooth I buried under the doorstep
gold on the foreheads in the Big Buddha’s temple blinking
and also the sutra that no-one can read
August 2015
Tr. MW, 10/1/15
标签：Bei Lang, blinking, country, light, memory, shining, 北浪, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 30, 2015
Riyue Niannian
YUANTONG TEMPLE, GODDESS OF MERCY
Tu Ya says Guanyin looks friendly.
I say Guanyin is very close.
Tu Ya says Guanyin is looking at me.
I say, she looks at you wherever you go.
8/13/15
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
Riyue Niannian
BODHISATTVA IM YUANTONG-TEMPEL
Tu Ya sagt Guanyin schaut freundlich.
Ich sage, sie ist uns nah.
Tu Ya sagt Guanyin schaut mich an.
Ich sage, sie schaut dich an egal wo du hin gehst.
13. August 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
标签：Bodhisattva, i, Pingliang, religion, Ri Yue Niannian, temple, Tu Ya, you, 图雅, 平凉, 新世纪诗典, 日月念念
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 30, 2015
Yang Guiye
YOU CANNOT
you cannot put someone’s hair on my head
you cannot add my head to someone’s neck
you cannot use my chest to think of someone’s breasts
you cannot join my arms to someone’s fingers
that hair and that neck, those breasts and those fingers
they don’t belong to me
you cannot change my skin
you cannot correct the shape of my face
you cannot substitute what I wear
you cannot choose the way I look at you
that skin and that shape, those clothes and that mien, they destroy how I am
I am attached to my hair
I am attached to my neck
I am attached to my breasts
I am attached to my fingers
I am attached to all parts of my body
my veins like the hairs on my skin
my voice likes my throat
my child likes my breasts
like my soul likes my flesh
— I live in my body
— without any modification at all
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
标签：arms, attitude, body, breasts, change, child, expression, face, fingers, hair, head, modification, neck, poetry, shape, skin, soul, throat, women, Yang Guiye, 新世纪诗典, 杨桂晔
发表在 poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 29, 2015
Yan Xiaolu
A & B
A walks on the street
all alone
B walks all alone
on the street
A wears a mask
with twelve layers
B wears twelve layers
in his breath mask
Hurriedly,
A walks forward
B walks forward
in a hurry
Actually A and B
are the same person
but in this way
they keep each other company.
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
Yan Xiaolu
A & B
A geht auf der straße
allein auf der welt
B geht ganz allein
auf der straße
A trägt mundschutz
mit zwölf schichten
B trägt zwölf schichten
mundschutz
A hat es eilig
und stürmt vorwärts
B stürmt vorwärts
hat es eilig
A und B sind eigentlich
ein mensch allein
auf die art erzählt
klingts wie mehr leut
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
标签：air, alone, breath, breathing, company, 颜小鲁, fast, forward, layers, mask, people, person, poetry, street, writing, Yan Xiaolu, 新世纪诗典
发表在 poetry, September 2015, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 24, 2015
Ma Haiyi
SILENCE
What is this secret deep in the grave?
It has never told you, doesn’t tell now.
You kneel before it, you offer wine.
It has never told you, doesn’t tell now.
You hire grave robbers, digging with shovels.
Go through it, empty it, leave it alone.
It doesn’t tell anything.
Till it’s blown flat by the wind.
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
标签：death, 馬海轶, grave, grave robbery, Ma Haiyi, poetry, secret, shovel, silence, speech, wind, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 23, 2015
Liu Tianyu
UNDER THE STARS
stars in different shapes
painted on paper
kids are playing under the stars
his son finished painting
now he’s outside
father looks at the stars
till he can’t stand it
picks up a red pen
to make sure
each one is a five-pointed star
8/13/15
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
More poems by Liu Tianyu in English: Click down below the picture.
Liu Tianyu
UNTER DEN STERNEN
sterne in vielen formen
gemalt auf papier
unter den sternen spielen die kinder
auch sein sohn hat fertig gemalt
und ist hinausgerannt
der vater schaut sich die sterne an
schaut bis er es nicht mehr aushält
er nimmt einen rotstift
macht aus allen sternen
fünfzackige
13. August 2015
Übersetzt von MW im September 2015
标签：colour, countries, emblems, 苏不归, fathers, flag, flags, heavens, history, ideology, kids, Liu Tianyu, nation, national day, poetry, red, star, stars, state, Su Bugui, system, under the stars, 刘天雨, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 21, 2015
Bai Diu
EGGSHELLS FOR POTS AND PANS
there are 18 floors under the earth
full of dwarfs who use eggshells
for pots and pans to cook food
when my uncle told me this “knowledge”
I was a kid. Didn’t dare to jump anymore
otherwise dust would get into their pots
when I saw grown-ups throw eggshells to the fire
I wanted to grab back a handful
and give them to the little people
lonely young person stands on a mountain
looks at rising white mist
must be the dwarfs’ kitchen smoke
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
标签：Bai Diu, child, dust, dwarfs, eggshells, kid, kitchen, little people, mist, mountain, poetry, pot, pots and pans, range, smoke, 摆丢, 新世纪诗典
发表在 poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 19, 2015
Zuo You
MUTTERTAG
muttertag kommt heran
die schule von meinem neffen
lädt ein die eltern und angehörigen
“am muttertag: füße waschen für mama”
mein neffe kriegt den ersten preis
für seinen fleiß
ich freu mich für ihn
als ich ihn abhol,
gehn wir zur belohnung hamburger essen
beim abschied sagt mir mein neffe ins ohr:
“mamas füße stinken!”
11. Mai 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
标签：family, feet, mother, mother's day, nephew, poetry, prize, school, Zuo You, 左右, 新世纪诗典
发表在 MAY 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 19, 2015
Lan Du
OLD HOME
they talk about where their families come from
some from Shaanxi
some from Henan
or Yuannan or Sichuan.
Most come from Jiangsu.
When they ask me, I say Gansu.
Some person asks if it is a district in Shaanxi
Some shake their heads
they simply don’t know
later, finally someone says
they had an earthquake this year
as soon as he says it
the earth trembles again in my heart.
2013-09-28
Tr. MW, 2015
标签：catastrophies, china, country, earthquake, 蓝毒, family, Gansu, heritage, home, Lan Du, place, poetry, province, speech, talk, 新世纪诗典
发表在 poetry, September 2013, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 19, 2015
Shen Haobo
FLUCH DER ZEIT
ein kahler esel
mit diebesaugen
im mönchsgewand
sitzt erste klasse
31.Mai 2012
Übers. v. MW, Sept. 2015
标签：bald, class, cleric, curse, eyes, habit, monk, robe, Shen Haobo, sitting, thief, time, times, travel, 新世纪诗典, 沈浩波
发表在 May 2012, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 18, 2015
Liu Bin
SORGE
in dieses zimmer
scheint die sonne am menschenleeren nachmittag
in den staub hinter glas
und verteilt den geruch
ich gehe hinein
und will etwas suchen
hab aber vergessen was ich gesucht hab
steh da und saug den geruch auf
was hab ich vergessen?
2015-06-09
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
Liu Bin
WORRIED
a room
sun going in through the year each afternoon no-one there
through the glass into the dust
gives off a taste
I walk in
looking for something
suddenly I have forgotten what I was looking for
I am standing breathing the taste of the room
now what did I forget?
6/9/15
Tr. MW, July 2015
标签：afternoon, alone, dust, glass, light, Liu Bin, memory, poetry, room, scent, smell, sun, taste, 刘斌, 新世纪诗典
发表在 July 2015, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 15, 2015
Hou Ma
19 WANDERARBEITER
19 wanderarbeiter mit ihren schaufeln
nein, es sind fünf wanderarbeiter mit schaufeln
nein, die fünf wanderarbeiter tragen vielleicht keine schaufeln
weiß nicht, mit welchen werkzeugen arbeiten sie auf der brücke
zwei wanderarbeiter im einschlafen fahren einen lastwagen mit aushub
der laster wischt die fünf wanderarbeiter hinunter
und kracht ins geländer
die zwei eingeschlafenen wanderarbeiter und die ladung erde
begraben die anderen fünf wanderarbeiter
die rettungstruppe ist schnell zur stelle
sie engagieren 12 wanderarbeiter
12 wanderarbeiter mit ihren schaufeln
graben sehr fleißig
graben aus sieben wanderarbeiter die nicht mehr atmen
1. Oktober 2014
Übersetzt von MW im September 2015
Hou Ma
19 MIGRANT WORKERS
19 migrant workers carrying shovels
no, five migrant workers carrying shovels
no, five migrant workers maybe not carrying shovels
not sure which tools they are using up on the bridge
two migrant workers dozing driving a truck with loose earth
truck sweeping five migrant workers down from the bridge
and crashing the railing
two dozing migrant workers along with their truck of loose earth
falling and burying five migrant workers
rescue team comes very fast
engaging 12 migrant workers
12 migrant workers arrive with their shovels
working furiously
very soon they dig out seven
not-breathing migrant workers
10/1/14
Tr. MW, 2015
标签：accident, death, dig, earth, Hou Ma, migrant workers, poetry, rescue, shovel, sleep, tools, truck, work, 侯马
发表在 October 2014, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 15, 2015
Yezi
OHNE TITEL
eine weiße blüte steck auf die mauer
die blüte verschwindet es ist keine blüte
es ist die weiße mauer es ist keine mauer
nur licht licht ganz weiß
wie der wind wind ist weiß
nur weiß
weißer duft
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
Yezi
(NO TITLE)
stick a white flower bud on the wall
white flower vanishes no flower bud
just a white wall but this is no wall
only light light is white
white like wind
only white
scent
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
标签：blossom, bud, flower, light, poetry, scent, wall, white, wind, Yezi, 叶子, 新世纪诗典
发表在 poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 15, 2015
Xi Wa
GÖTTLICHE WESEN LASSEN DICH WISSEN,
AUF VIELERLEI ARTEN, DASS ES SIE GIBT
wie eine papierfigur wirft sie sich auf mein bett,
zum wievielten mal?
in ihrem verdorrten familienleben
bedient sie ihren mann, macht den haushalt, verbringt ihre tage in liebesfilmen
zweimal, ihr mann war auf dienstreise
ist sie heimlich gerannt zu einem rendezvous
mit einem früheren freund, jedesmal, entweder auf dem weg
oder als sie gerade erst dort war
hat ihr mann angerufen
gleich gefragt wo sie sei
die ganzen tage als sie daheim war
hat er sie fast nie angerufen
jedesmal wenn sie so überrascht ist rennt sie zu mir,
sie fragt jedesmal: “gibt es da wirklich ein auge, das wacht über mich,
gibt es wirklich göttliche wesen?”
dieser mensch wie ausgesucht im augenblick
dieser mensch der immer sagt “was für ein zufall!”
dieser mensch der nie an göttliche wesen geglaubt hat
wie eine papierfigur wirft sie sich auf mein bett
2015
标签：coincidence, control, 西娃, friendship, gods, marriage, poetry, rendez-vous, soul, telephone, Xi Wa, 新世纪诗典
发表在 poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 10, 2015
Jun Er
1980s
that year
I was buried
under a pigsty that collapsed suddenly
actually it was one wall
of the pigsty
father saved me
I remember my face
grew a layer of ugly pimples
did not go away for a long time
from then on I knew the taste
of being buried alive
oh! yes
the hogs were all fine
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
Jun Er
1980er Jahre
ich werde begraben
der schweinestall stürzt auf einmal ein
eigentlich nur eine wand vom schweinestall
mein vater rettet mich
ich erinnere mich, mein gesicht
bekommt eine schicht mit häßlichen pusteln
die gehen lange nicht weg
seither weiß ich wie es sich anfühlt
lebendig begraben zu sein
oh! genau
den schweinen ist überhaupt nichts passiert
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
标签：1980s, accidents, animals, buried, Jun Er, memory, pigs, pimples, poetry, 君儿, 新世纪诗典
发表在 poetry, September 2015, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 7, 2015
Shi Sheng
FIREMEN IN TIANJIN
my peasant firemen brothers
your parents asked people, spent money
to have you enlisted
so you serve your time and come back
so they can ask people, spend money
to buy you a good job
but I know
many parents don’t get their returns
they come to Tianjin, white-haired
for the urns of their sons
8/14/15
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
Shi Sheng
FEUERWEHRLEUTE IN TIANJIN
meine brüder aus den dörfern
eure eltern haben geld ausgegeben
und leute bekniet dass sie euch aufnehmen
dass ihr gut dient und gut wieder heimkommt
dass sie wieder geld ausgeben
und leute beknien und euch einen job kaufen
aber ich weiß
unsere eltern erhalten nicht was sie erwarten
sie kommen mit weißen haaren nach tianjin
um urnen von söhnen nach hause zu tragen
14. August 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
标签：career, catastrophy, children, 石生, death, explosion, fire, firemen, migrant workers, parents, poetry, Shi Sheng, Tianjin, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 4, 2015
Wu Cheng
NOTES FROM KONGTONG MOUNTAIN
going down the mountain
martin winter
our translator from austria
he was still very fresh
jogged down the stairs
right in front of us
when he ran into people climbing up
he encouraged them
“summit is very close!”
we said to each other
encouraging people is very good
but what about fooling them
“you still need two hours
up to the summit”
maybe some would break down
could be martin heard us
at least he was laughing
he told the next group
“two hours up to the top!”
8/14/15
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
标签：friendship, hiking, me, mountain, news, poetry, translating, truth, writing, Wu Cheng, 崆峒山, 新世纪诗典, 乌成
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
9月 4, 2015
Please click on the picture and read my interview!
NACHRICHTEN AUS SCHÜTZENDEN HÖHLEN
wanderwege perfekt angelegt
nach dem wandern am besten obst
in den 80er jahren hat man entdeckt
am 35. breitengrad schmeckt dieser apfel sehr süß
im falun-tempel der tang-zeit
wächst eine föhre aus der pagode
inschriften unter mao zerstört
einer sagt mao schrieb genial
ein alter mönch mag meine haare
einer sagt tianjin tausend sind tot
oder noch mehr
MW August 2015
崆洞消息
爬山的路修得很棒
爬山以后很想吃水果
上世纪八十年代发现的
北纬35度苹果真的很甜
唐朝法輪寺
老松树长出宋朝的塔
文革毁了碑文
有人说老毛写得好
有老和尚摸我的毛
有人说天津死了一千
或许更多
2015.8.14
MOUNTAIN HIKING NEWS
perfect paths to get lost
perfect crowds lead you home
as they discovered in the 1980s
35 degrees latitude is great for apples
tang dynasty falun-temple
pagoda with pine tree growing on top
inscriptions destroyed under mao
someone says mao wrote great calligraphy
some old abbot loves hair on my arms
someone says one thousand people died in tianjin
or maybe more
MW August 2015
标签：apples, catastrophy, china, hiking, inscriptions, interview, memory, mountain, news, pagoda, poetry, Tianjin
发表在 August 2015, poetry, Uncategorized, Welcome!, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 2, 2015
Qin Bazi
LESUNG
ein mensch allein
schau rechts hinauf im dreissig grad winkel
seufz ein tiefes “ah”
dort schwebt eine wolke
allein dreh den kopf
schau links hinunter fünfzehn grad
tiefgefühltes “ah”
dort ist publikum dunkel dunkel schwarz
ein mensch allein heb langsam den kopf
schau nach vorn
streck deine arme aus breit deine schwingen
ein tiefer atemzug
ein langgezogenes ausatmen:
ah ————————-
der kameraarm kommt heran
der lange hals einer giraffe
ein mensch allein mach ah ah ah
verbeug dich dreimal
ab
12. Juli 2015
标签：ah, art, 秦巴子, performance, poetry, Qin Bazi, reading, recital, sigh, slam, sound, wings, 新世纪诗典
发表在 July 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 1, 2015
Shen Haobo
NACHT IN HUALIEN
stiller
wind vom meer streichelt die nacht
breite
menschenleere straße
eine schnecke
kriecht gemächlich
ein motorrad
in seinem brausen
in seinem heulen
hör ich
ein knacksen
13. Juni 2015
Übersetzt von MW am 1. Sept. 2015
Shen Haobo
NIGHT IN HUALIEN
a quiet wind
from the sea touching the night
wide
is the road, no-one about.
a snail
crawling slowly
a motorcycle coming towards you
through its roaring
you can still hear
a single
crack
6/13/15
Tr. MW, 9/1/15
标签：death, life, motorcycle, movement, night, poetry, Shen Haobo, snail, sound, taiwan, 新世纪诗典, 沈浩波
发表在 August 2015, June 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
9月 1, 2015
Ma Fei
ONE POET
one poet
wrote hundreds of poems
before he died
after hundreds of years
I saw his name
in the notes to a poem
by another poet
and I learned
he had written hundreds of poems
not a word had survived
I started to sweat
but I thought he died
I was secretly glad that he died
without knowing this fact
it seems that guy hundreds of years ago
he was called ma
he was a relative
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
Ma Fei
EIN DICHTER
ein dichter
schrieb ein paar hundert gedichte
dann starb er
ein paar hundert jahre später
hab ich in den fußnoten
zu einem gedicht eines anderen dichters
seinen namen gesehen
und auch erst erfahren
er schrieb ein paar hundert gedichte
kein wort blieb erhalten
mir brach kalter schweiß aus
ich dachte daran dass er starb
und war heimlich froh dass er starb
ohne davon zu wissen
dieser kerl vor paar hundert jahren
hieß ebenfalls ma
er war offenbar mein verwandter
Übersetzt von MW am 31. August 2015
标签：death, 馬非, family, generations, knowledge, Ma Fei, name, notes, poet, poetry, time, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, September 2015, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
8月 31, 2015
Liu Chang
TOCHTER VORM SPIEGEL
kind zieht sich aus, zieht an mein
zartrosa nachthemd.
sie spielt mich im spiegel.
es fühlt sich kompliziert an für mich, in meinem
traum einen traum anzunehmen. denn ihre
kleider kann ich nicht anziehen, wie kann ich
in ihren traum.
sie hat gerade geweint, hat noch
spuren von tränen an ihren wangen, so steht sie
ganz glücklich.
der kleine körper und die großen kleider
soviel zwischenraum.
Übersetzt von MW, August 2015
标签：clothes, complicated, daughter, dream, gown, happiness, mirror, play, poetry, sleep, space, 刘暢, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
8月 28, 2015
Hung Hung
TRANSLATION PROGRAM
translate for me english into english
chinese into chinese
translate standing chinese into sitting chinese
translate outdoor english into indoor english
translate breath into panting
translate death into memory sweeter and sweeter
translate the time of one cigarette into
smog over 9.6 million square kilometres
translate walking into walking
no matter where you walk
what is left in the end
is that thing we call poetry
and what’s lost
is a whole life
of one lonely person
8/8/15, Xining at Qinghai Lake Poetry Festival
Tr. MW, August 2015
Hung Hung
ÜBERSETZUNGSPROGRAMM
übersetz mir englisch mit englisch
chinesisch ins chinesische
übersetze stehend chinesisch in sitzend chinesisch
übersetze englisch im freien in englisch im zimmer
übersetze atmen ins keuchen
den tod übersetz in die süße, die süße erinnerung
die zeit einer zigarette
übersetz in den smog über 9,6 millionen quadratkilometern
übersetz mir gehen ins gehen
egal wohin du gehst
was übrig bleibt
ist ein ding dazu sagen wir poesie
was verloren geht
ist ein ganzes leben
eines einsamen menschen
2015-08-08
Übersetzt von Martin Winter im August 2015
标签：alone, Chinese, communication, conference, 简体字, 繁體字, death, English, 青海湖国际诗歌节, 鴻鴻, Hung Hung, indoor, interpreting, life, memory, outdoor, poetry, programming, Qinghai, Qinghai Lake International Poetry Festival, software, time, translation, walking, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
8月 28, 2015
Nie Quan
HAIRDRESSER
hairdresser
I don’t know what became of him.
a hairdresser when I was young.
there was a stove with open fire.
red, very red.
sleepy lamplight.
suddenly, two policemen come in
like from a winter night.
“got to let him finish the job”
two policemen
take out one pair of handcuffs,
hairdresser doesn’t say anything.
he knows why they’ve come, he was waiting for them.
he just did my hair
silently, thoroughly.
sometimes his fingers trembled a little.
like on the rafters, all the cold straw
up where the light came in.
Tr. MW, August 2015
标签：cold, 聂权, hair, hairdresser, handcuffs, history, light, memory, Nie Quan, people, police, speech, straw, 新世纪诗典
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8月 22, 2015
Hung Hung
NOW I HAVE NO ADDRESS
Now I have no address
I am going to fight in the street
On that street never covered in snow
Now occupied by traces of boots
I have one wilted flower, it was for you
I hide it behind my back
I am going to fight in the street
Now I have no address
Every day is the night
every night is afar
in a warehouse back room, in an orchestra pit,
in the classified ads
I am going to write down a challenge, information, intelligence
my cuffs are all covered with spit from my sleep
and with ants
I want to lie down before the bulldozers
I want to sing outside the slaughterhouse
I want to take back passports and all kinds of currency from the border
to give it to those who have never heard of Du Fu or Vivaldi
those who know only earthquakes and fall
I want to give a stray dog to a child who is covered with scars
I want to dress up as a girl to comfort demented old people
I am going to stand on a roof in a cape to give you an illusion of hope
Write letters to me and send them to any McDonalds
that I’m going to rob
send them to any bank
I’m going to use them to light a fuse
maybe I will hide in my old lover’s
staircase, hear the cling-clang of forks and spoons
maybe I’ll go through the glass in the end, ask a cool polite youth
to repair my glasses
but I have no address
just write your own
maybe I am reading this verse in your eyes
(“Now I have no address” – Andre Malraux, 1944)
2007
Tr. MW, 2015
标签：address, 鴻鴻, fight, Hung Hung, poetry, war, 新世纪诗典
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8月 19, 2015
Yu Lang
MÄDCHEN, WAS IST MIT DIR?
eigentlich kenn ich dich nicht
aber
in dem büro bei meinem studentenheim
war deine tanzgruppe mit welchen von meinem jahrgang
im jahr 15 ganz früh alles liegt noch im frost
eine dünne schicht schnee
am tag 10 nach dem frühlingsfest
plötzlich
viele leute wuseln in panik in eine gasse
brandneue werkstatt, beschichtetes blech
erstickender rauch im engen raum
dein körper ganz klein auf einer tragbahre
ein paar schneeflocken treiben
ein treibendes nieseln
ununterbrochen fahren die wagen
hin und her auf den straßen
alter kerl aus sichuan
pflegt ein grab eines kanzlers der song-dynastie
abgesehen davon dringt keine nachricht heraus
in huichuan an der kreuzung
weint jemand
andere flüstern
noch jemand schreibt für dich:
mädchen — was ist mit dir?
2015.4.4
Übersetzt von MW Im Sommer 2015
标签：catastrophies, 甘肃, dance, death, 鱼浪, factory, frost, gas, memory, news, poetry, Qingming, snow, student, work, workshop, youth, Yu Lang, 四川, 新世纪诗典, 清明, 会川
发表在 April 2015, August 2015, February 2015, January 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
8月 17, 2015
空洞消息
爬山的路修得很棒
爬山以后很想吃水果
上世纪八十年代发现的
北纬35度苹果真的很甜
唐朝法輪寺
老松树长出宋朝的塔
文革毁了碑文
有人说老毛写得好
有老和尚摸我的毛
有人说天津死了一千
或许更多
2015.8.14
梦里过马路
梦见小时候熟悉的街头
等着过马路
绿灯可能没了
想闭着眼睛快点过去
怕还没有到对面，不敢打开眼睛
一打开醒来了。
标签：art, body hair, catastrophies, chairman, crossing, 甘肃, destruction, dream, eyes, hair, history, Jiang Tao, memory, mountain, news, paths, poetry, Qin Bazi, roads, self, Shen Haobo, sleep, temple, Tianjin, waiting, yi sha, Zuo You, 平凉, 新世纪诗典
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7月 31, 2015
Yi Sha
CUTE POETS
at the most recent installment
of our Chang’an Poetry Festival
Zhu Jian recited a new poem
by deaf-mute poet Zuo You
Zuo You respectfully presented his phone
and stood next to Zhu Jian
Zhu Jian looked at Zuo You’s phone
to recite in his hoarse voice:
“this poem is called
I DON’T MAKE THIS GIRL”
before he spoke the last word
Zhu Jian had this lecherous smile
and on Zuo Lun’s face
there was the same smile
oh, it was like that before
Zuo You accompanies with his face
the reader’s expression
so there was this lecherous smile
coming up on two faces
at the same time
such a fucking clean smile
I was all wet at heart
May 2015
Tr. MW, July 2015
标签：boys, clean, cute, girl, lust, mobile, phone, poet, poetry, recite, smile, voice, yi sha, Zhu Jian, Zuo You, 左右, 朱剑, 伊沙
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7月 31, 2015
No Use (Wu Yong)
MOON WINDOW ME
in this life
me and the moon
and the window
we have this great bond
when it’s time to eat
time to sleep
time to take a ride
I’ve come to rely on them
I’m not accustomed to have
the moon and the window
without myself at any time
or
I am there
and the moon
but there is no window
or
to have myself
and a window
but there is no moon
actually it’s no big deal if they’re gone
I can tell myself
the moon is sleeping behind the clouds
the wind outside is too strong so the window can’t come along
just be good & wait here it’ll be ok
when there is nothing at all
I paint a window up on the wall
a moon
one made-up I
more than one I
more and more Is
a house full of Is
a house full of Is
arguing inside
2015
标签：bond, clouds, eat, habit, house, i, made-up, me, moon, myself, no use, poetry, ride, sleep, window, 新世纪诗典, 无用
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7月 30, 2015
Wu Yulun
EIN ALTER HERR
er ist zoologe
zuerst war er soldat
mit 15 log er über sein alter, kam in die armee der republik
bis heute ist sein alter ein rätsel
er kämpfte in vietnam gegen franzosen
damals gab es die ganze zeit krieg
durch die kanonen bei dien bien phu
hörte er nichts mehr, obwohl sie dann siegten
später wurde er forscher
durchs qinling-gebirge, auf die hochebene
erforschte die yaks und moschushirsche der republik
durchquerte alaska mit amerikanischen imperialisten
obwohl er jetzt nicht mehr weiß ob der nordpol im meer ist
im alter betrogen ihn die betrüger der republik um den familienbesitz
leider zweifelt er noch an der polizei
Übersetzt von MW im Juli 2015
标签：age, animals, canons, cheat, china, country, deer, dien bien phu, doubt, empire, family, fight, french, hearing, history, imperialism, land, life, memory, moschus, musk, north pole, plateau, poetry, police, politics, possesions, republic, research, sea, state, swindle, thinking, tibet, valor, victory, Vietnam, war, Wu Yulun, yak, Zoology, 吴雨伦
发表在 July 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
7月 22, 2015
Di Guanglong
NOCTURNAL BEAST
where is the light?
in the dark, a ray of light
is a severed finger. light
pulls itself short,
disappears.
stepping on broken bits, through a tunnel of grass
light gatherers, each on its own
passes a tree, stops a while
and raises its head. stars have also gone out.
you will discover, you will attain
what sweeps past the heart, in that moment of light
running into each other, you see an eyeball
all covered with veins.
this is the print of the severed finger, emerging
darkness and darkness, mixed up together
needs to be sorted, examined and sifted
only then can the severed finger be found
only then can you put it back together
this is not striking a match
not opening a firefly gate
it’s a long winding night, digging inwards
carnivores and herbivores
all spend lots of time looking for light
a keen sense of hearing, sensing fresh wounds
transferred on a tiger, one tiger’s cough
dig down three feet, dig out amber-like solids
some kind of light breathes, it can even fly
nose twitching, where it gets darker
it will be brighter
one kind of light has a strange taste
as if it came from a bug’s armpits
tarsier monkeys holding their glasses
cobras are blind
but their scales reflect light
light, that roving fingertip
a rustling sound
sharp fingernails, not like looking for light
like digging for metal
light, you need to strike
spots where a stream has flown, rocks
your knees are all hurt
2015
Tr. MW, 2015
标签：accident, animals, beasts, bugs, cough, 第广龙, dark, Di Guanglong, dig, finger, fly, glasses, grass, hearing, light, metal, monkeys, poetry, reflect, scales, shards, smell, snakes, stars, taste, tiger, time, 新世纪诗典
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7月 22, 2015
Wu Yulun 吴雨伦
MORGENGLOCKEN 《暮鼓晨钟》
ganz in der früh
kommt ein komisches horn
wie die reveille für die soldaten
mit einem hauch von trauer
über den pechschwarzen himmel
zieht ein gesicht zurück in mein hirn
unser ausbilder mit seinem eisernen willen
allerliebster ausbilder
welches jahr war das, militärisches training
geh scheißen
ich hab die augen zu
vorm sonnenaufgang
schlaf noch eine runde
20. Juli 2015
Übers. v. MW, 21. Juli 2015
吴雨伦
《暮鼓晨钟》
黎明时
那奇怪的号声传来
那用来叫醒军人的号声
带着一丝壮士的悲怆
在漆黑的天际下浮动
将那教官的面容带入我脑海
用他钢铁般意志训练我们的
最可爱的教官
在不知哪年的军训时
去你妈的
我没有睁眼
在日出之前
翻身入眠
2015.7.20
标签：army, brain, curse, face, horn, instructor, memory, morning, poetry, reveille, sky, sleep, Wu Yulun, 吴雨伦
发表在 July 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
7月 13, 2015
Jin Ribo
BASTARD
a long-haired girl shouts up the building
hysterically howling one word
“bastard”
I was just passing in front of her
a dozen windows were opened
like wings, as if the building
was gonna take off
then everyone was strangely quiet
as if each of them was
a bastard
including me
Tr. MW, July 2015
标签：bastard, building, compound, 靳日波, howl, Jin Ribo, poetry, shout, window, wings, woman, 新世纪诗典
发表在 July 2015, poetry, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
7月 4, 2015
3 A
MOTHER HAS NOT CHANGED ONE BIT
she went through the cultural revolution
through the great leap famine
through working her farm on her own
went through village loneliness
went through labour pains
went through years of poverty
she carried her son on her back
a dozen miles to the next clinic
went through years of not speaking
went through times of great fires
she did not change one bit
like other people of the same age
she became old in her best years
in their richest dreams they became skinny
she had five children
her five children gave birth in turn
to her ten grandchildren
through her busy life
through stomach aches and tinnitus
through fevers and colds
through getting sick
through the moon waxing and waning
when she gets tired and falls asleep
she will go through a big fire
becoming the air
I breathe every day
Tr. MW, June 2015
标签：3A, birth, catastrophies, children, cold, dream, fire, generations, grandchildren, history, illness, life, memory, mother, pain, poetry, sleep, work, 新世纪诗典, 三个A
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6月 29, 2015
Yi Xiaoqian 易小倩
TOO LATE
it is too late
city security already there
young man at the barbecue
tries to move faster
flipping the meat
I have ordered two sticks
city security getting impatient
starting to yawn
it is too late
my two sticks aren’t done yet
he flips them faster and faster and faster
oil sizzling
dripping down sending up
little flames one two three
all the way till my two sticks are done
packed and ready
he puts them into my hands
then he sighs with relief
just like any
apprehended criminal
accepting his fate
Tr. MW, June 2015
标签：apprehension, barbecue, city, city security, 羊肉串, industry, meat, security, service, sticks, Yi Xiaoqian, 城管, 新世纪诗典, 易小倩
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6月 29, 2015
Pu Xiaolin
LANDSCAPE
two cripples after their chess game, supporting each other, walking away
two walking sticks sprouting flowers, table becoming a sunny spring scene
Tr. MW, June 2015
Pu Xiaolin 蒲小林
LANDSCHAFT
zwei lahme nach ihrem schachspiel, stützen einander und gehen.
zwei stöcke am tisch beginnen zu blühen, eine sonnige frühlingsszene.
Übersetzt von MW, Juni 2015
标签：Chinese chess, cripple, 蒲小林, flowers, game, handicapped, lame, Pu Xiaolin, spring, stick, table, 新世纪诗典
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6月 26, 2015
Zhang Xiaobo
GEFÜHL
bitte sorg dich nicht, wir werden gebeine
bitte sorg dich nicht, wir gehen ein in den lehm
bitte sorg dich nicht, erde füllt augenhöhlen
bitte sorg dich nicht, tränen sickern heraus
nicht mehr nötiges haar, säuglingshaar
wächst noch
im lehm
sorg dich nicht dass die kinder in socken
auf unsere schädel treten
er und sie, reihen um reihen
die versunkenen krieger
mit ihrem geheimnis mit ihrem lächeln
mit ihren zerrissenen armbändern
sorg dich nicht sie kratzen aus unsern augen die erde heraus
das ist nur, das ist der lehm der bewahrt den gesichtsinn
und dreht sich hinauf in die luft bei den kindern
die schädel richten sich noch ihre haltung, so können sie denken
sorg dich nicht dass sie kommen die schweren lastwagen
die kinder rennen, der vogelschwarm fliegt
sorg dich nicht dass die riesige axt dass das meer
aufschichtet schicht um schicht, opferberg
tief unten im abgrund
da rutscht der ring, der in den finger gebissen hat
ganz leicht herunter. oh, vogelschwarm fliegt
oh, kinder rennen
Übers. v. MW, 2015
Zhang Xiaobo
FEELING
do not worry we will become bones
do not worry our bones go into earth
do not worry soil filling up eye sockets
do not worry tears still seeping out
unnecessary hair will still grow, baby hair
still grows
in the soil
do not worry kids wearing socks
kicking up our skulls
he and she, row after row
that sunken army
those soldiers show their mysterious smiles
they have torn their armbands
don’t worry they dig out the soil from their sockets
it’s just, it is just the soil retaining the vision
turning towards the children up there
skulls arranging their stance, the better to think
don’t worry the heavy trucks coming fast
playing kids scatter, birds fly up high
don’t worry the sea is a big ax
arranging an offering
deep, much deeper down
ring that was biting the finger
slipping in silence. oh, birds flying high
oh, scampering kids
Tr. MW, June 2015
标签：10 million hits, armbands, army, ax, birds, bones, death, deep, earth, finger, he, history, kicking, kids, memory, offering, over 10 million hits, poetry, ring, sea, she, skull, soil, soldiers, they, thinking, trucks, vision, we, Zhang Xiaobo, 张小波, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2015, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 24, 2015
Tu Ao
EARTHWORM DANCE
birds dancing
parting the fog
fish dancing
parting water
people dancing
parting people
earthworms, no-one has it
harder than them
earthworms dancing
parting the soil, parting the earth
earthworms dancing
parting hell, and the souls
for this gentle dance undermining heaven and earth
earthworms have parted with all their bones
June 2015
Tr. MW, June 2015
Tu Ao
REGENWURMTANZ
vogeltanz
teilt den nebel
fischetanz
teilt das wasser
menschentanz
teilt die menschen
niemand hats schwerer
als regenwürmer
regenwurmtanz
teilt den boden, die erde
regenwurmtanz
teilt die hölle, die seelen
für diesen tanz der himmel und erde sanft untergräbt
teilen die regenwürmer auch ihre knochen auf
Juni 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2015
标签：birds, bones, dance, earth, earthworms, fish, ghosts, ground, hell, people, poetry, souls, Tu Ao, 凸凹, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 23, 2015
Sun Jiaxun
SQUARE DANCE
first there was no square in the world
then the dancers increased
now there is a square
Tr. MW, June 2015
Sun Jiaxun
PLATZTANZ
erst gab es keinen platz auf der welt
dann kamen immer mehr tänzer
seither gibt es den platz
Übers. v. MW im Juni 2015
标签：dance, ground, history, memory, reason, space, square, story, Sun Jiaxun, 孙家勋, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 21, 2015
Tu Ya
CROWS
crows are a sign of bad luck around here
at jiang tao’s grandmother’s place they are nice birds
Tr. MW, June 2015
标签：birds, crows, good, grandmother, Jiang Tao, luck, nice, place, poetry, sign, Tu Ya, 图雅, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2015, March 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 18, 2015
Xiang Lianzi 湘莲子
MOM DRYING PEANUTS
in junior high
I went to her place
her mom drying peanuts out in the sun
turning them over
telling us
don’t eat the peanuts
they’re for your big brother’s wedding
she graduated from college
her mom was still drying peanuts
she married
her mom drying peanuts
for her big brother’s wedding
now her own son is already married
her mom is still drying peanuts
May 2015
Tr. MW, June 2015
标签：country, family, generations, marriage, peanuts, siblings, sun, wedding, work, Xiang Lianzi, 新世纪诗典, 湘莲子
发表在 June 2015, MAY 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 10, 2015
Qin Bazi 《全民书法》
DAS GANZE VOLK SCHREIBT KALLIGRAPHIE
mit dem pinsel auf reispapier
schreib ich mein neues gedicht ab
von links nach rechts, waagrechte zeilen
ein vers eine zeile
moderne gedichte müssen modern sein
moderne formen
ja nicht die alten nachahmen
ja nicht in dieselben geleise
ein großes rufzeichen
ein großes fragezeichen
ich schreibe und schreibe
verfalle in trance
auf einmal bin ich
in der kulturrevolution
und schreib große poster
Mai 2015
Übers. v. MW, Juni 2015
《全民书法》
我用毛笔在宣纸上
抄写自己的新作
从左到右，横写
一句一行
现代诗要用新格式
书法当然也要大不同
决不重复古人
决不重蹈覆辙
叹号与问号
尤其写得夸张
抄着抄着
渐入佳境
恍惚之中
仿佛回到了文革
写大字报的现场
2015/5
标签：ancient, big-character posters, calligraphy, characters, Cultural Revolution, 秦巴子, mob, mobilization, modern, old, people, poster, Qin Bazi, The People, tracks, wandzeitungen, writing
发表在 June 2015, MAY 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome!, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 10, 2015
Yang Du 杨渡
HOCKER 《凳子》
vier beine
ein hocker
säg ab das linke vorderbein
leg dein gewicht aufs rechte hinterbein
du sitzt noch stabil
säg ab das rechte vorderbein
leg deinen schwerpunkt ganz nach hinten
du kannst dich noch halten
säg ab das rechte hinterbein
dein gewicht kann nur am linken hinterbein sein
einbeiniger hocker
du sitzt zitternd und wankend
säg ab das linke hinterbein —
ha!
vierbeiniger hocker
ganz ohne beine
streck aus ein bein noch ein bein
deine eigenen beine
sitzt sehr gemütlich
obwohl du nicht auf den tisch reichst ….
2014-05-04
Übers. v. MW, 6. Juni 2015
标签：bein, chair, leg, poetry, saw, stool, Yang Du, 新世纪诗典, 杨渡
发表在 June 2015, MAY 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 8, 2015
Qi Guo 祁国
SAWMILL
doctor
I often hear some kind of crying
a long drawn-out whining sound ‘round and around
what you have is called tinnitus
chronic tinnitus
first I’ll prescribe you a few sleeping pills
doctor
my body feels like it’s cut in half
one half is numb the other half hurts like hell
what you have is called hemiplegia
chronic
first I’ll prescribe you a few sleeping pills
doctor
there are these cracks all over my body
and I feel there are worms eating through
what you have is called psychosis
chronic
first I’ll prescribe you a few sleeping pills
Tr. MW, June 2015
Qi Guo 祁国
SÄGEWERK
herr doktor
ich höre oft so ein weinen
ein scharfes langgezogenes
sie haben ohrensausen
chronisches
ich verschreib ihnen erst einmal etwas zum schlafen
herr doktor
mein ganzer körper ist wie aufgespalten
die eine hälfte ist taub die andere tut irrsinnig weh
sie haben eine halbseitige lähmung
chronische
ich verschreib ihnen erst einmal etwas zum schlafen
herr doktor
ich hab lauter sprünge am ganzen körper
und bin schon von würmern durchlöchert
sie haben eine psychische krankheit
chronische
ich verschreib ihnen erst einmal etwas zum schlafen
Übers. v. MW, Juni 2015
标签：body, chronic, crack, crack in everything, cracks, cry, 祁国, disease, doctor, drawn-out, half, hemiplegia, ill, illness, long, medicine, mental, mental illness, mind, numb, physician, pill, poetry, prescription, psychosis, Qi Guo, saw, saw mill, sleep, sound, treat, treatment, whine, work, worms, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2015, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 1, 2015
Xidu Heshang
THE GUY WHO SELLS SWEET POTATOES IS GONE
only the sweet potato oven is there
on the side of the road
baking by itself
next to the oven
a long line of people
but
the guy who sells sweet potatoes is gone
there is a girl with paper boxes
there is a boy who squats by the road
with a stand selling tangerines
and the cart shouting out stinky tofu
dusk and the scenes of departure
pressed into juice
by the crowd of the evening
parking lot auntie putting her life on the line
chasing a fee-dodging audi
at the bus stop
people coming to blows
only the line at the sweet potato oven
stays in perfect order
but the guy who sells sweet potatoes is gone
2014-12-17
Tr. MW, May 2015
Xidu Heshang
DER SÜSZKARTOFFELVERKÄUFER IST WEG
nur der süßkartoffelofen
steht noch an der straße
bäckt alleine weiter
vor dem ofen
eine lange schlange
aber
der süßkartoffelverkäufer ist weg
da ist ein mädchen mit papierschachteln
da hockt ein mann auf der straße
und verkauft mandarinen
und der stinktofu-karren preist laut seine ware
und die menge am abend
presst ihren saft
aus dämmerung und szenen des fahrens
die tante vom parkplatz
riskiert ihr leben,
verfolgt einen audi, der nicht bezahlt hat
an der bushaltestelle
ist eine schlägerei
nur vor dem süßkartoffelofen
steht eine stille geordnete schlange
aber der süßkartoffelverkäufer ist weg
17. Dezember 2014
Übersetzt von MW, 2015
标签：audi, auntie, bus stop, cars, china, crowd, disappeared, dodging, 西毒何殇, fee, fight, food, gone, NPC, oven, parting, people, poetry, potatoes, red, street, sweet potatoes, vanished, vendors, Xidu Heshang, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2014, June 2015, MAY 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
6月 1, 2015
Ming Zhi
IT’S A DRAG ALL ALONE
winter holidays are so long
it’s a drag all alone
just have to
produce a turd to keep me company
2015/2
标签：alone, big one, crap, drag, 茗芝, holidays, Ming Zhi, NPC, poetry, turd, winter holidays, 新世纪诗典
发表在 February 2015, June 2015, MAY 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 1, 2015
Yan Li 门
DOORS
1
I’ve always felt close
to simple images
like a bench or a shoehorn.
Only doors make me uneasy
mainly because after the gate it gets complicated
and so I have heard
when they make doors
people have built in the sound of knocking.
What is the use of that?
It’s decades since then.
I think it has been useful.
Doors often need a knock on their heart.
2
The door kept in by the doors
is the door to the bedroom.
The door kept out of the doors
is the door of the house.
The door that never needs to be closed
has not been born.
March 2015
Tr. MW, June 1st, 2015
Yan Li 门
TÜR UND TOR
1
bei einfachen erscheinungen
hab ich immer schon ein vertrautes gefühl
zum beispiel eine bank oder ein schuhlöffel
nur bei einem tor trau ich mich nicht so leicht
erstens wirds nach dem tor zu kompliziert
ich hab auch gehört
deswegen baut man bei der herstellung
extra ein klopfen ein in das tor
wofür ist das denn
nach ein paar dutzend jahren
kommt mir vor das ist wirklich nützlich
ein tor muss oft auf sein inneres pochen
2
die tür eingeschlossen von türen
ist die schlafzimmertür
die von den türen ausgeschlossene tür
ist die wohnungstür
und die tür die du nie schließen musst
die ist noch nicht geboren
März 2015
Übers. v. MW, Mai 2015
标签：abstraction, concrete, door, gate, history, image, knock, memory, NPC, poetry, things, Yan Li, 新世纪诗典, 严力
发表在 June 2015, March 2015, MAY 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
3月 26, 2015
Wang Youwei
KATERFRÜHSTÜCK
3 uhr in der früh
ich geh durch den torkelnden wohnblock
und seh einen hund
den schwanz eingezogen
die nase am boden
ich werf ihm einen fleischfladen hin
aber er saust davon!
“Hund beisst Lü Dongbin!”
schimpf ich ihm nach
bück mich und heb
den fleischfladen auf
werf ihn in eine tonne
dann fällt mir ein
das war mein
frühstück
2015/1
Übers. v. MW, March 2015
标签：breakfast, dog, drinking, meat, NPC, snack, Wang Youwei, yi sha, 新世紀詩典
发表在 January 2015, March 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
3月 26, 2015
Xi Wa
VIETNAMESE MORNING TEETH
early morning, on a bus passing
an old narrow lane
feeling cold, not really awake
a small iron gate, halfway open
a little girl with a red schoolbag
walks out of that rusty gate
old motorcycle waits at the curb
dark, skinny father
before she climbs on the bike
she shouts towards the house
a woman in grey scurries out
holds the little girl’s head
messing her hair
woman says something
starting to laugh
man also laughs
little girl laughs
mouth after mouth, white gleaming teeth
Tr. MW, March 2015
标签：children, 西娃, feeling cold, iron gate, laughter, narrow lane, NPC, school, travel, Vietnam, Xi Wa, 新世纪诗典
发表在 March 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
2月 11, 2015
Ma Xi
NATION
I am from a minority nation.
Although I live where we congregate,
I don’t speak our language.
I have never worn an ethnic costume.
I say this is normal
in our region
and so some people
are disappointed.
Tr. MW, Feb. 2015
标签：costume, language, Ma Xi, Maxi, minority, nation, normal, NPC, region, yi sha, 新世纪诗典, 么西
发表在 February 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
2月 3, 2015
Xing Hao
FRECKLED BEAUTY
everyone who eats fresh buns
will drop sesame seeds
including GOD, creator of woman
Tr. MW, Feb. 2015
标签：beauty, buns, creation, 邢昊, god, man, NPC, poetry, sesame seeds, spots, woman, Xing Hao, yi sha, 新世纪诗典
发表在 February 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Welcome!, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 26, 2015
Yang Yan
IF THOSE YEARS WERE NOT THERE
those years she was there
he was there if
if they took a turn
arrived at those years
she didn’t like it if
he didn’t like those years
she was always there those years
he was always there what if
he was hoping so much
what if those years
weren’t there
11/4/14
Yang Yan 杨艳
WENN DIE JAHRE NICHT WÄREN
die jahre war sie da
war er da wenn
wenn ums eck
gleich die jahre wären
sie mag es nicht wenn
er sie nicht mag die jahre
wo sie immer da war die jahre
und er immer da war wenn
er so gern hätte
wenn sie nicht wären
die jahre
2014-11-04
Übers. v. MW, Jan. 2015
标签：grammar, he, if, memory, NPC, poetry, relationship, she, together, Yang Yan, years, 新世纪诗典, 杨艳
发表在 January 2015, November 2014, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 14, 2015
Zhang Mingyu
EIN MÄDCHEN
am ersten tag auf der uni
traf ich ein mädchen
sie nahm mir den platz weg
ich sagte ich sehe schlecht
sie sagte sie auch
doch ihre augen glänzten ganz groß
wir waren einander bös
redeten einen monat nichts mehr
nachher
wurde sie meine erste liebe
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2014
张明宇
《一个女孩》
师范第一天
我碰到一个女孩
和我抢座位
我说我的眼睛不好
她说她的也不好
可她明明眼睛大大亮亮的
我们都生对方的气
一个月没说过话
后来
她成了我的初恋
标签：college, contact, education, eyes, girls, love, NPC, poetry, Zhang Mingyu, 张明宇
发表在 2014, December 2014, January 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 16, 2014
Jun Er
RAT-NOTES
the money my mother gave to me and my brother
that was never enough
she hid in the wood stack in the store room
after a while she thought of looking
rats had bitten three bills
into weird crescent shapes
I took them into the city
to the bank
the bank attendant let me tape them
when I taped half a bill together
he gave me half of the money
300 yuan in rat-notes
became a new bill of 100 yuan
I held it up to the sun
it was real, a brand new portrait
of the great man
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
标签：bank, banknotes, bills, brother, city, history, Jun Er, life, memory, money, mother, poetry, rats, sun, wood, 君儿, 新世纪诗典
发表在 November 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
10月 19, 2014
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
标签：1980s, actors, “strike hard", Chi Zhiqiang, contest, 西毒何殇, 迟志强, fountain pen, heroes, jail, PEN, poetry, prison, prison bars, prize, songs, stars, teaching, Xidu Heshang, 新世纪诗典, 严打
发表在 October 2014, poetry, September 2014, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
8月 5, 2014
Xing 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
标签：birthday, cabbage, cave, cement, children, death, 邢昊, factory, father, funeral, graduation, grief, June, kang, money, mother, NPC, operation, poetry, sun, work, Xing Hao, 新世纪诗典
发表在 August 2014, NPC, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 3 Comments »
7月 24, 2014
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
标签：chair, food, friends, home, invitation, poetry, sun, table, Zhu Jian, 新世纪诗典, 朱剑
发表在 July 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
7月 22, 2014
Dong 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
标签：core, corpse, death, disappear, Dong Yue, food, missing, notes, pear, poetry, 新世纪诗典, 东岳
发表在 July 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 16, 2014
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
标签：1957-1963, 1989, anthology of poetry, catastrophies, children, china, countryside, family, famine, fertility, food, grain, Guanyin, hunger, June, poetry, rice, trees, wheat, Xin Shiji Shidian, Ye Zhen, 叶臻, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 10, 2014
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
标签：beijing, eating, 闫永敏, face, food, great wall, the Great Wall, Yan Yongmin, 新世纪诗典
发表在 June 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
5月 16, 2014
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
标签：day, death, light, night, poetry, sky, speech, times, Xiao Wan, 小宛, 左右, 新世纪诗典
发表在 May 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
5月 16, 2014
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
标签：apples, birds, evening, 黄芳, Huang Fang, light, poetry, rain, 新世纪诗典
发表在 May 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
5月 11, 2014
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
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
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
标签：An Qi, children, Du Fu, life, mother, poetry, spirits, trees, women, 安琪, 新世纪诗典
发表在 May 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
3月 21, 2014
Xiang Lianzi
MARRIAGE VOWS
I was your bridesmaid
you were my matchmaker
you said you
would rather die
before becoming
a former wife
and you told me
taking the heat
should not result in
being cooked into
a former wife
I took the heat
I’ve long become
a former wife
you died long ago
also becoming
a former wife
Tr. MW, March 2014
MORE POEMS BY XIANG LIANZI: here AND here.
Xiang Lianzi
EHEGELÜBDE
du warst meine brautjungfer
ich war deine heiratsvermittlerin
du sagst du
willst lieber sterben
auf keinen fall werden
eine frühere frau
du schärfst mir ein
auch wenn ich durchhalte
darf ich nie werden
eine frühere frau
ich hielt es durch
und bin doch schon lange
eine frühere frau
du bist früh gestorben
du wurdest bald
eine frühere frau
Übersetzt von MW im März 2014
标签：death, friendship, marriage, poetry, separation, women, Xiang Lianzi, 新世纪诗典, 湘莲子
发表在 March 2014, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 20, 2013
Picture by Sara Bernal
Tang Guo
A WILFUL TREE
This is a tree that does what it wants,
a tree that grows at the edge of a cliff.
A tree that’s clasping and climbing the rocks.
A tree that never had milk, never heard music.
A tree that drank northwestern winds,
A tree that had wind poured in its ears.
A tree that would have liked milk, would have liked music.
A tree that stands under dark clouds, waiting for white clouds in the sky.
A tree that doesn’t stand at attention and leans where it pleases.
A tree that slacks off, like a girl out of shape.
A tree that watches the marching ants on its body and won’t get excited no more.
A tree that explores the depths of the stones.
A tree that will not get pulled out, however it sways.
A tree all alone.
A tree that stands on the edge, overlooking the forest.
A tree that can only bow to its partner if it can stay ten yards away;
it cannot grow as they do in the woods, as they hold on to each other’s shoulders.
2005
Tang Guo
SONG OF THE DARK
the sun has gone behind the peak. darkness comes walking out of her home,
unfolds her black velvet and covers his foot.
she pulls up her velvet and covers his waist.
she waits till he’s snoring, then folds up his head.
sleep now, mountains, rivers, towns.
sleep, mosquitoes, beasts and mum.
Tr. MW, Nov. 2013
Tang Guo
MY EPITAPH
she had joy, she was sad. she knew happiness and wandering.
today, she has only joy at her side –
– stolen joy that comes beyond.
she needs your smile,
as you stand at her breast, a little bulge in the earth.
2007
Tr. MW, Nov. 2013
Tang Guo
FOR YOU
What grows on my body, just take it away.
If you want it – what I haven’t grown yet- come tomorrow.
I will try with my life. If I don’t make it – here are the seeds.
Tr. MW, Nov. 2013
标签：character, earth, life, memory, poetry, seeds, Tang Guo, trees, wilfulness, will, 唐果, 新世纪诗典
发表在 November 2013, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
10月 14, 2013
Xiang Lianzi
FIRST STORY
“In danger the sea cucumber will split itself
one half it gives the world to devour,
the other half escapes.” – from W. Szymborska, Autotomy.
I said let’s not talk poetry at the lunar new year let us tell stories
like a bricklayer half of his head bashed in by half of a steel pipe
like he and his sick room friends
arguing anything, twitching like sleepwalking
he says 3+2=1
like three fingers plus two equals one hand
two hands together equals one pair
like what a rat hates most is rat poison
whoever loves eating rat poison most must be a rat
like I said they were arguing anything
from mathematics into philosophy
from singular into plural
from fingers into a skull bashed in
into rats, poison, leaks or balloons
like 11+11=22, 22-2=2 and so on
he said not that leaks cannot be fixed
just like rat poison will always be digested by rats
just like rats knocked a hole in his skull
his skull has a leak, like a balloon
a leaking balloon is very hard to blow up
just like his half-bashed in skull pops in and out with a yawn
he said in the box with the rat poison there is no rat
rat poison is very bad for rats
just like reading is very bad for your head
just like rats eating his brain slipping into his head
when he said he had a headache, I had a headache
like he wanted me to put rat poison into his brain
like he said: “I’ll soon be an idiot
when they have finished my brain
my boss will dump me, my girlfriend dumps me”
like he is all desperate
crying his heart out like a wolf
howling just like a cat who cannot catch rats
like one hundred rats cannot overcome one single cat
he said: no-one can figure it out, nobody can fix this leak
except me, I have a method, I take a bit of cement, very good quality
mix it with alcohol, ts ts. believe me I have the technique.
he pointed at his broken temporal bone like pointing at some leak on a roof
like a leak on a roof he was fixing
Tr. MW, Oct. 2013
标签：health, hospital, intelligence, life, pain, poetics, poetry, story, storytelling, Xiang Lianzi, 新世纪诗典, 湘莲子
发表在 October 2013, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
10月 5, 2013
Xiang Lianzi
GROUND FOR DIVORCE
she is too much like her
oh, your lover
my enemy
1979
in vietnam
you shot her
she shot at me suddenly from
behind a cow
you killed her
she killed my comrade
so you shot her
I shot her cow
she died
her cow died
you found her
I found her cowhide
you had a cow
I bought her cowhide
you’re having me on
no
her cowhide hangs in my hut
she looks just like her
sometimes
I really think they
might be sisters
just like your enemy
just like a dream
2013-03-23
Tr. MW Oct. 2013
Xiang Lianzi
SCHEIDUNGSGRUND
sie gleicht ihr zu sehr
oh, deine geliebte
meine feindin
1979
in vietnam
hast du geschossen
sie schoss plötzlich versteckt
hinter einer kuh
du hast sie erschossen
sie hat meinen kameraden erschossen
und du hast sie erschossen
ich erschoss ihre kuh
sie starb
ihre kuh starb
du fandest sie
ich fand ihr kuhleder
du hast gekauft
ich kaufte ihre kuhhaut
du prahlst wie vom rinderblasen
nein
kuhhaut hängt in meiner kate
sie gleicht ihr sehr
manchmal
glaub ich sie seien
schwestern
genau wie die feindin
genau wie im traum
2013-03-23
Übersetzt von MW im Frühling 2013
标签：china, ground, love, marriage, memory, poetry, reason, story, Vietnam, war, Xiang Lianzi, 新世纪诗典, 湘莲子
发表在 May 2013, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
中国大好き 