Archive for the ‘1991’ Category

GORBACHEV

十一月 10, 2019

GORBACHEV

Gorbachev is a moral voice.
The leader of an empire is
a moral voice for most of his life.
He tried everything to preserve
the empire he undermined.
He is a Communist.
And so
Gorbachev is a moral voice
for the world.

Reagan was a supportive
Cowboy actor.
Very supportive
for speculators
and Contra terrorists
and Kissinger’s and Thatcher’s
and the Chicago Boys’ Pinochet.
Very supportive.

Gorbachev is for democracy
and world peace.
Could he be a leader
of the European Union,
could he be a good one?
He’s too old anyway.
But it would have to include Russia
to say nothing of Britain
of course
and so on.
Wish we all
all people affected
would have a say.

P.S.: My wife
thinks this is hogwash.
She doesn’t like my political poems.
What do you think?
I know I have to write a lot
and translate and read
and do a lot of other stuff
to write some good ones.
So there.

MW November 2019

 

P.P.S.: Here are some great photos and a short film from the GDR: https://www.arte.tv/de/videos/089938-000-A/radfahrer/

 

 

 

 

FASCIST ART – 伊沙 Yi Sha – FASCHISTISCHE KUNST

六月 27, 2019

Yi Sha
FASCHISTISCHE KUNST

Ich befehle euch: Applaudiert mir!

In den Städten wo Panzer parken,
gestern. Ziehe ich drei
Intellektuellen die Haut ab. Auf dem Land
röst & verzehr ich Lebern & Nieren von sechs starken Bauern.

Blutspringbrunnen
verschönern die grünen Verkehrsinseln. Spatzen
fliegen über sonnige Dreschplätze
und sehen Statuen aus Fleisch.

Und Gedichte. Wie Kugeln
die Menschenmädchen erschießen.
Himmelslaternen. Eins zwei drei
Menschenwürste
zum letzten Abendmahl.

Das ist ein Befehl: Applaudiert mir!
In Friedenszeiten
kennt ihr keine Schmerzen.
Bei Nachkriegsprozessen stehen wir ganz vorne,
ich und meine Kunst
ausgezeichnet belohnt.

1991
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2019

 

Yi Sha
FASCIST ART

I order you: Applaud me!

In the city where tanks are parking,
yesterday. I peel off three hides
from intellectuals. In the country,
I roast and eat entrails of six sturdy peasants.

Fountains of blood
adorn the gardens dividing the roads. Sparrows
fly over the sunlight on threshing grounds
and see statues of flesh.

Also poems. Like bullets.
Mow down human sisters.
Sky lanterns up high, one after the other,
human sausages
for a last supper.

I order you: Applaud me!
In times of peace
you don’t know suffering.
At post-war trials, first-tier war criminals,
me and my outstanding art
receive their rewards.

1991
Translated by MW, 2019

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HONG KONG – 沈浩波 Shen Haobo

六月 15, 2019
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Mateusz Grochocki/Getty Images

Shen Haobo
HONG KONG

for thirty years
every single year
spring days waning
cicadas come calling
that one day
people there
come out in the streets
light candles for us
observe our memory
grieve
for us
they do not forget

the only city on earth

2019.6.13
Translated by MW, 6/15/19

“I don’t dare to share this poem in my WeChat groups. Unfortunately, most people in mainland China have no idea at all what happens abroad. They don’t know anything. Least of all that Hong Kong is a very special city with a great heart full of love and freedom. And for us Chinese people, that single one city on earth is slowly disappearing.”

Translated by MW, 6/15/19

 

《香港》

沈浩波

三十年来
从未间断
每逢春日渐逝
蝉声响起
的那一天
那里的人
就会上街
替我们点上蜡烛
替我们祭奠
替我们
悲伤
替我们不遗忘

地球上仅此一城

2019.6.13

可惜这首诗写完后我都没敢在朋友圈发出来。大部分大陆人根本不知道[外国]那边正在发生什么。什么都不知道。更没有什么人知道,香港这座城市,有一颗伟大的拥有爱和自由的心。而这对于华人来说的,地球上仅有的城,恐怕也将慢慢消失了。

 

 

FARBENBLIND – 伊沙 Yi Sha

九月 29, 2017

Yi Sha
FARBENBLIND

der regenbogen von dem du erzählst
wie schön ist der am ende?
ich hab eine landesfahne gesehen
die sah wie ein urinstreifen aus
in dem schach das sich grad noch ausgeht
in meinem leben
hab ich dir geholfen
meine türme zu schlagen
ah!
du sagst mich quälen die farben
du sagst ich kenn nur den glanz
von licht und finsternis
ich sterb unter bunten lichtern
der großstadt
und starr immer noch auf wahr und falsch
ewig unverständlich
im vorbestimmten schicksal
fällt mein letzter blick
auf meinen großvater
ein farbenblinder bauer
der hat in seinem leben
blutrotes korn eingefahren

1991
Übersetzt von MW im August 2017

 

色盲

诗/伊沙

你所讲述的彩虹
究竟如何美丽
我还看见了
一面尿片般的国旗
今生勉强下完
的一盘棋
是我帮你吃掉了
我的车
唉!
你说我饱受颜色的折磨
你说我只晓得光明与黑暗
的色泽
我死在城市的
红绿灯下
死不瞑目地看啊
那永远搞不懂的真假
这是宿命
最后一瞥
我看到了爷爷
一个色盲农民
一生收获
猩红的麦子

(1991)

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QIGONG MASTER – 君兒

九月 20, 2017


Jun Er
QIGONG MASTER

I was about to graduate from college
when my roommate took me
to a mysterious Qigong master.
At first he stared at my roommate
and saw a Gate of Heavenly Peace.
You will go to Beijing, he said,
and that became true.
Then he gazed at me
and went on to say,
you will go to a town by the sea,
move close to the waves and you will get fortune.
You will marry a worker,
he will listen to you.
That was in 1991.
At first I was sent to a watch factory
in the middle of Tianjin.
Three years on, at the end of 1994,
I came to the development zone,
a salt field hemmed in by the sea;
and married a worker from the same factory.

Translated by MW, September 2017


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