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LANGER MARSCH ZU NEUJAHR – 唐欣 Tang Xin

3月 2, 2021

Tang Xin
LANGER MARSCH ZU NEUJAHR

bisschen nach sechs, noch dunkel, im traum
vom telefon aufgeschreckt. große schwester sagt, zu neujahr
kommen geschenke. meine alte mutter, mitten in der nacht,
steht auf, zieht sich ordentlich an, steckt geld in die taschen,
am arm ihrer zugehfrau die stiegen hinunter, im morgengrauen
schon auf dem weg. das ziel ist beijing,
den sohn besuchen. sie sagt, die großen straßen entlang,
so wird sie hinkommen. die große schwester hält die beiden auf,
zurück zu hause rät sie der mutter, zuerst mit dem sohn zu sprechen.
und so kommt es, ach, sie ist 88, ich bin 59;
eine neue reise hat schon begonnen.

Januar 2021
Übersetzt von MW am 1. März 2021

新世纪诗典作品联展#唐欣#(31.0)

伊沙推荐语
境界高者,夺冠;功能强者,居亚一一本诗在3月上半月(扩大)中当居亚军。一目了然,这是一首口语诗,又是最好的抒情诗,我敢断言:传统抒情诗不可能写得比它好,因为在传统抒情诗中,你妈不是你妈,不知道是谁他妈。至此,唐欣也漂亮地完成了十年满额的壮举,进军今年绵阳端午节一一直取李白诗歌奖”十大诗人奖”。目前硕果仅存的四大满额诗人,最后一轮非冠即亚,用质对量做了最好的注脚。

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

黄开兵:熟悉唐欣先生手书的朋友,看到我抄的这诗稿,应该觉得眼熟吧!是的,这幅字就是直接临写唐先生手稿。当我看到今天的推荐诗,看到唐先生的手稿,心里感叹:那些个天天鼓吹文人书法的书画评论家,真是瞎了眼!唐先生可能没正式练过书法,但绝对是手写过无数文稿的饱学之士。其字迹暗合颜体行书意味,写得圆劲饱满,一如其诗。我决定就照着他的手稿,用毛笔临写下来,仿佛有何绍基的笔意,效果真好!

新世纪诗典10,NPC3月2日,3619首,1160人。第31个唐欣(北京)日

张敬成:新诗典岂只写诗,多少人生妙道在里头。读了唐欣老师的诗,真是幸福的流热泪!!珍惜身边的亲人好友,珍惜每一天!

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

黎雪梅读《新世纪诗典》之唐欣《元旦的长征》:一个妈妈找儿子的故事,读来虽有些啼笑皆非,更多的是温暖感动和羡慕。“半夜起床/穿戴整齐/口袋里装好钱”,为了找儿子,可见母亲早已做好充分的准备;“黎明十分已经出发了/目标正是北京/找儿子去/她说/沿着大路走/一定能走得到”,母亲见儿子的心情不仅迫切,而且目标明确、信心十足,不管它山高水长,也要踏上这漫漫长征路……这是88岁的母亲在以自己的实际行动,表达对自己59岁儿子的深爱。“新的征程/就这样开始了”,是诗人在调侃,也是对未来的希望:元旦是新年伊始,年龄不是问题,只要心中有爱,一切只是刚刚开始!老母亲虽未正式出场,可亲又可敬的形象已然呼之欲出。平实的语言,隐忍而节制地抒情,触及的是人们共同的软肋——至爱亲情,我们能强烈地感受到汹涌澎湃的情感直击人心。愿这样的“新年礼物”年年相伴,岁岁安好!

况禹点评《新诗典》唐欣《元旦的长征》:读老唐诗是一种享受。依然是唐欣式的温情与世情描摹。本诗既是疫情亲情诗的杰作,也是中年诗人写亲情的杰作。

马金山|读唐欣的诗《元旦长征》的十一条:
1、真实里面有叫人珍视的东西,更有真诗;
2、在诗里行间,写出有温度的层次与高度,也是一种境界;
3、唐欣,中国当代诗人,批评家。1962年生于陕西。现在北京石油化工学院任教。1984年开始写诗。曾多次获奖。著有诗集《在雨中奔跑》、《晚点的列车》、《雨天和蛇》、《母亲和雪》等。现居北京;
4、每次读到唐欣的诗,总会令人会心一笑,诗意和生活气息,什么都有了,总是这样,总是给人带来更多的惊喜和期待,也是诗人的一种幸福;
5、唐欣的诗,将生活的纹理细密呈现,将真实的情感娓娓道来,将真切的体验转化为文字,这样的写作手法不仅令人感动,且没有一定的功力很难做到。祝福;
6、回到本诗,首先作者以其擅长的形式,不紧不慢地以幽默风趣的语言,道出一个个的“黄金细节”,让拨动心弦的东西,自由自在地在诗里行间徜徉,再加上绝妙的断句手法,勾勒出人世间最质朴的部分,既直达事物本身,还延展到生命的高度;
7、诗中的画面感十足,先是“黎明前,我的梦中”,再到“老母亲”具体的行为,至出发的动作,最后到姐姐的拦截,构成一幅幅生动形象而丰富多彩的人生景象,至真至纯,至善至美;
8、诗的结尾部分,以“老母亲”,以及“我”的具体年龄,作为铺垫和描述,不由得,瞬间让人心颤,感动与心酸,很自然的有一种带入感和联系性,这还不算,结尾的一句“新的征程/就这样开始了”,话语简单,却意味深长;
9、本诗的标题就是我理想中的诗的标题,《元旦长征》,多么熟悉的感觉,多么亲切的词汇,多么质朴而颇具意趣的气息,形象生动而又干净透彻;
10、本诗给予诗人的启示:“再至深的情感,也需要好好的说,慢慢的说”;
11、深情之诗,深刻之诗,深入之诗。

 

 

 

MOTHER CHEN:图雅:MUTTER CHEN

6月 23, 2019

Tu Ya
MOTHER CHEN

1962
in her mother’s womb
she stayed seven months
and came among the people,
weight only two pounds 16 ounces.
Mother asks army doctor,
will it live?
Brain development normal,
extremities sound,
says the doctor.
Mother sighs with relief,
oh, as long as it can serve the people,
that’s fine.

4/8/19
Translated by MW, June 2019

 

Tu Ya
MUTTER CHEN

1962
sie war sieben Monate
in der Gebärmutter
und kam unter die Menschen,
nur ein Kilo fünfundvierzig.
Mutter fragt Militärarzt
kann es überleben?
Gehirnausbildung normal,
Extremitäten richtig entwickelt,
antwortet der Arzt.
Mutter atmet auf.
Oh, solange es dem Volke dienen kann,
bin ich froh.

2019-04-08
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2019

 

 

 

SPREU VOM WEIZEN – 周獻

5月 6, 2019

Zhou Xian
SPREU VOM WEIZEN

Wir sprachen von Daten sammeln,
die Spreu vom Weizen trennen.
Ich ließ die Studierenden
nachforschen
was die Zahl der Toten betrifft
in den drei Jahren der Großen Hungersnot
vom Großen Sprung nach vorn.
Es kamen viele verschiedene
Antworten.
Von über 40 Millionen
bis 30 Millionen
bis 20 Millionen
bis 10 Millionen
bis ganz normal
bis nicht daran rühren
bis das sei eine Verschwörung
des amerikanischen Imperialismus.
Ich mach mir Sorgen
vielleicht werden
meine Studenten und ich
eines Tages
auch eine solche
Statistik.

2019-04-25
Übersetzt von MW am 5. Mai 2019

 

 

SUESSKARTOFFELGESCHICHTE – 赵思运

3月 27, 2019

Zhao Siyun
SUESSKARTOFFELGESCHICHTE

Vorname Digua, Süßkartoffel.
Familienname Liän, aus Yuncheng in Shandong.
Seine Mutter bekam vor Hunger drei Jahre keine Periode.
1962 erst nach einer reichen Süßkartoffelernte
wurde etwas aus ihm.

Digua hätte auch noch drei jüngere Geschwister gehabt.
Vor Angst, dass sie sie nicht aufziehen kann,
hat seine Mutter sie vor der Geburt totgemacht.
Beim ersten hat sie sich auf eine Wassertonne gelegt und es totgedrückt.
Beim zweiten hat sie sich auf einen Getreidebehälter gepresst und es totgedrückt.
Beim dritten hat sie sich über die Bettkannte gelegt und es totgedrückt.

2018-03-31
Übersetzt von MW im März 2019

 

 

FAMINE – 庞琼珍

1月 31, 2019

Pang Qiongzhen
FAMINE

After finishing
rotten sweet potatoes
peanut shells
grain husks
weeds
grass roots
leaves
bark;

Still famished,
he follows
the grown-ups,
looking for anything to fill his belly.

Between rocks
he scrapes out
white clay,
it feels soft
on his tongue.

In his belly,
the clay becomes hard as rocks;
if you want to live
it has to be scraped
out of your guts.

60 years later
my uncle says on his sickbed,
that stuff was called Guanyin soil.
Like clay to play for children,
like plasticine.

 

11/15/18 first draft
1/4/19 final text

Translated by MW in January 2019

 

 

20

1月 25, 2019

Photo by Liu Xia

 

20

20 years ago I wrote my first Chinese poem.
It was in Chongqing. “Wanbao, wanbao!”
That’s what they cry, all over China. Every afternoon.
“Evening news, evening news!”
Evening paper, every town has one.
Some have morning papers, those are called Zaobao,
most of them.
“Get your evening paper!”
Anyway, “wanbao, wanbao!”
could mean late retribution. Bào, what comes back, gets back,
a report. Wan, late. Zao, early.

“Wanbao, wanbao!”
Chongqing was the wartime capital.
Jiefang bei, liberation monument, is the city center.
It’s not from 1945 or 1949,
it’s from the 1930s or so.
Most people don’t know exactly.
Emancipation column. One of my students called it that.
Kang Di, think it was her.
Emancipation in German means women’s lib.
“Emanzipationssäule”.
I was teaching German.
Women’s Liberation Monument.
Women’s Rights Monument.
She didn’t know emancipation means many things.
Didn’t want to correct her.
Another essay was about marriage.
Were they really so conservative, our elders,
when they married a stranger,
when they slept with a stranger they had never seen before?
Good question.
Good essays, especially the girls, the young women.

“Wanbao, wanbao!”
In Beijing it sounded more like “wanbo!”, although Beijing supposedly
is where Mandarin comes from.
“Wanbao, wanbao!”
Chongqing is a hilly city. No bicycles. What did they do, back in the 1960s,
1970s, ’80s, when no-one had a car?
They had porters, for the steep slopes with the stairs,
I guess they’re still there.
“Bang-bang”, people for hire.
They bang on their tools, bang their tools together.
Bang-bang are men, but there are women porters.
Hong Ying’s mother carried sand, rocks and gravel.
Daughter of Hunger, her most famous book.
Daughter of the River in English, it was a bestseller.
Hungry Daughter, Ji’e de nü’er.
That’s right, they have a “ü”, just like in German,
and like in Turkish. Ürümqi, city in China,
nowadays governed like North Korea.
Many re-education camps. They had prisons in Chongqing,
Liao Yiwu was in there,
another famous writer from China.
Didn’t know him then. But Chongqing is about war and imprisonment.
Lieshimu, that’s the address
of our university. We taught German and English.
Two universities, one foreign languages,
the other law and police. Law and politics. Yes, they are not separated.

“Wanbao, wanbao!” No zaobao in Chongqing,
although I’m not sure now.
Lie-shi-mu, Martyr’s Grave.
Geleshan, Gele Mountain, right behind our college,
other side of the train tracks.
Someone was murdered there, some gambling debt.
Students died, one or two every few months.
Nice walks on Geleshan, very peaceful, really.
“Wanbao, wanbao!” Every city in China.
Nowadays people have cell phones,
but there are printed newspapers and magazines.
And printed books, there is no crisis.

“Wanbao, wanbao!” Late reports, late reports.
From the guns. Or whatever.
Karma. Shan means good, doing good.
A Buddhist word. Shan you shanbao,
doing good has good returns.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
But teachers believe it, teachers and parents,
again and again, otherwise you go crazy.

They went crazy too, war and famine,
all the way till 1961, ’62. When Hong Ying was born.
No, also 1969,
Cultural Revolution, like civil war.
Shan you shan-bao,
good deeds, good returns.
“Shan you shanbao, e you e-bao.”
E like in Urgh! Like something disgusting, that’s what it means.
Ur yow ur-pow, something like that. But more like b.
Eh yow e-bao. Yes, “e” like ur. “You” like yo-uw.
Shàn you shànbào, è you èbao.
Do good for good returns, do bad stuff for bad returns.
Not that it doesn’t come back, time isn’t ripe.
That’s how it goes on.

You throw the boomerang, boomerang doesn’t come back,
they tell you wait, it’ll come back.
Karma.
And so I wrote a Buddhist newspaper poem.
Bu shì bu bào, shíhou wei dào.
Wei like in Ai Weiwei, “ei” like in Beijing.
Wei means not yet, that’s his name. Really.
“Wei” like the future.
His father was the most famous Communist poet
of the People’s Republic. Imprisoned in the 1930s,
maybe in Chongqing. Then again under Mao.
Exiled to Xinjiang, North Korea today, re-education camps.
Desert, somewhere between Dunhuang and Ürümqi,
what was the town? It’s a big city now.
Ai Weiwei grew up in a hole in the ground, with his brother.
They are both artists. Anyway, where was I?

Bu shì bu bào, shíhou wei dào.
Not that it doesn’t come back, time isn’t ripe.
Emancipation monument.
MLK day, I have a dream.
They had to memorize the whole speech,
in schools in China, 1970s.
Maybe earlier too, maybe till now.
Good deeds, good returns.
Bad deeds, bad returns.
The Chinese Dream.
Not that it doesn’t come back.
Zao you zaobao, wan you wanbao.
Morning has morning papers, evening has evening news.
Early deeds, early returns.
Late deeds, late returns.
Late returns after gambling.
Famous party secretary, famous police chief,
they are in prison now. Or one is dead?
Killed a British guy, now they imprison Canadians.
Anyway, my poem.

Wanbao, wanbao!
Wanbao, wanbao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.

Bushi bu bao, shihou wei dao.

Actually the saying goes on, the Buddhist Karma.
Once time is ripe, everything comes back.
You don’t need to say that. People know.

晚报,晚报!

早有早报,晚有晚报。
不是不报,时候未到!

MW January 2019

 

Artwork by Liu Xia

 

Photos by Liu Xia

 

 


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