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HEIGHT OF THE WORLD – 江湖海

十月 5, 2019

Jiang Huhai
HEIGHT OF THE WORLD

To look for a person with backbone,
take the bones apart,
then one by one join them together.
The kneecaps cannot bend,
the whole spine cannot be bent,
nor can it be soft.
Not one bone can be bent or soft.
The sole of the foot stands on the ground,
then the bones rise up towards the sky.
When they are joined for the final height,
that is the height of the world.
I haven’t found it yet,
can’t take myself apart after all.

Translated by MW, October 2019

世界的高度
江湖海

寻找一个有骨气的人
把骨头拆了
一根一根接起来
膝骨不能弯
整条脊椎骨不能弯
也不能软
哪一根都不能弯不能软
脚掌骨立在地上
一根一根地往天上接
接完的高度
就是世界的高度
我没找到他
我还不能把自己拆了

 

新世纪诗典作品联展#江湖海#(24.0)

 

 

TIME

六月 30, 2019

Photo by Hangang Lu

 

TIME

My best time for writing poetry
was when I had time,
when I had all the time in the world
and nary a care.
I had time enough to read
Yu Hua’s every novel and many stories,
just because of the feel of his language
and Republic of Wine by Mo Yan
and Gao Xingjian, all in Chinese.
I didn’t write many poems.
Maia was small. I had time before her.
Actually, translating more poetry
began just before Leo was born.
Anyway, we were in China
forever.

MW June 2019

 

HONG KONG – 沈浩波 Shen Haobo

六月 15, 2019
May4th

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。

 

 

黄花长城 – THE GREAT WALL AT HUANGHUA CHENG – GROSSE MAUER BEI HUANGHUA CHENG

五月 4, 2019

Martin Winter
GROSSE MAUER BEI HUANGHUACHENG

Auf der Großen Mauer
schreiben die Leute.
Manche mit Kreide,
manche ritzen in die Steine.
Die Kreide ist eigentlich der Mörtel,
der Mörtel zwischen den Ziegeln,
der herausfällt.
Jemand schreibt “Mexico”.
Jemand schreibt “Polska”.
Jemand schreibt auf Französisch ein Datum
zum Beweis, dass er gestern hier war.
Manche schreiben ihre Namen, auch gegenseitig
mit Telefonnummern,
so etwas gibt es überall auf der Welt,
junge Leute lieben das.
Und jemand schreibt
Es lebe die Rote Armee,
ich liebe die Rote Armee,
und hoffe auf den Weltfrieden.

MW 8. April 2019, geschrieben auf Chinesisch.
Deutsche Fassung 28. April 2019

Martin Winter
THE GREAT WALL AT HUANGHUA CHENG

People write
on the Great Wall.
Some use chalk,
some carve into the stone.
The chalk is actually lime,
mortar between the bricks
that fell out.
Somone writes “Mexico”.
Someone writes “Polska”,
means he’s from Poland.
Someone writes a date in French
and proves he was here yesterday.
Some people write each other’s names,
with telephone numbers.
I saw this in many parts of the world,
teenagers love it.
And someone writes
The Red Army is great,
I love the Red Army,
and hope for world peace.

4/8/19, written in Chinese
English version 4/28/19

黄花长城

伊维马丁

黄花长城
有人写字。
有的用粉笔,
有的往石头里刻。
粉笔其实是石头中间的灰,
砖头中间的灰,
掉下来了。
有人写”墨西哥”。
有人写”波兰”,用波兰语。
有人用法语写日期,
证明他昨天来过。
有人互相写朋友的名字,
加电话号码。
全世界都有,
青少年都爱这样做。
还有人写
红军伟大,
我爱红军,
愿世界和平。

2019 – 4 – 8

伊沙推荐语:千万别以为维马丁入典很容易,于私,他是我在外国人中惟一可称挚友者; 于公,他写中文诗,对于《新诗典》意义重大,但是毎次入典照样很难,他投稿落空的时候很多-因为,只要有一点小不顺,我就不会选,而他平时在中文语言场外写作,写的还是口语诗,很容易小不顺。本诗是他在这个春天的中国行中写的,写于北京,一入中文语言场,他就一顺百顺了,如此一来他这个欧洲人在"思"上的优势便完全发挥出来了。

徐江微博:徐江点评《新世纪诗典》维马丁《黄花长城》:用中文写作的奥地利诗人维马丁,写出了所有母语为中文的作者羡慕的诗篇。汉语的能力是一方面,更重要的是他发掘诗意的方式。连在城砖留字这样平时受谴责的行为,此刻读来都显出可爱和生趣。

李勋阳:涂鸦司空见惯,我自己写过有个家伙在一棵树上,刻了一句“某某某,我×你”,这个×字因为树长裂缝长成了个黑洞——就有意思了,到底是什么呢,维马丁这首细节也很足,就是结尾真是大力金刚掌,与长城形成足够深的意味,你想想长城本来就是战争工事,而最后落脚世界和平就有意思了

而前面还真有世界各族人,(法国的、波兰的、墨西哥的),空间就变大了,变厚了,(咦,又是大诗么[偷笑])

刘傲夫:容量很大的诗!

湘莲子:国际观察家!同事看到这首诗还不信,还以为只有中国人才会“到此一游”

蒋涛eatchina:世界的长城

浙江周鸣:走向世界的”长城”。。

高不见_looking:诗人写在了纸上 坚固的字 也许一天,一位诗人,一本诗集,又去了那里

赵立宏1975:从符号学角度和外国诗人看,长城有非常重要的象征内涵和文化意义,但本诗却是写现场,在“能指”层面写在旅游景点经常看到的情景,剔除了象征和意义,回到事情本身来观察、思考和呈现。可以体会到诗人的观念和价值观是包容和开放的。联想到这两天一些诗人写巴黎圣母院大火的诗歌,多么令人羞愧和不安。

민들레 꽃 활짝 핀 장성
Martin Winter

민들레 꽃이 활짝 핀 장성에
누군가가 글씨를 쓴다
어떤 사람은 분필로
어떤 이는 돌에다 글을 새긴다.
분필이라고 하지만 실은 돌 사이의 횟가루,
벽돌 사이의 횟가루가,
떨어져 나왔다.
어떤 사람은 “멕시코”라고 쓰고
누군가는 “핀란드”라고 핀란드어로 썼다
어떤 이는 프랑스어로 날짜를 써,
자기가 어제 왔었음을 증명한다.
어떤 사람은 서로 친구의 이름을 쓰고,
전화번호까지 덧붙이었다.
전 세계에 다 있다,
청소년들은 모두 이렇게 하기를 좋아한다.
그리고 어떤 사람은
홍군은 위대하다,
나는 홍군을 사랑한다,
세계 평화를 원한다고 썼다.

2019 – 4 – 8

全京业 洪君植 译

王维墓

维马丁

王维墓
科研重地
禁止入内
好像跟航天有关系。
王维在天上
笑着看见
在他种的
银杏树下
有外国诗人
还带孩子
都戴上帽子
偷偷靠近,
对他的幕牌
用外语
读他的诗。

2019,4,13

蔡文姬

维马丁

蔡文姬
当女诗人
和写下历史
的历史人物
在死后的待遇
至少现在
比同样在陕西
去世的
班固
白居易
王维
待遇都好。
有人扫墓
有纪念馆
还相当丰富。
至少这一次
重男轻女
被颠倒
一点点。

2019, 4, 13

梦见自行车钥匙

维马丁

骑车回家
有调皮的姑娘等着
一停下来把轮子中间的螺丝
拧松,
先有一边的掉下来
我下车追她,从地上捡回螺丝
可是她已经回到车另一边,
把那边的中间螺丝
拧松,
掉下来了。
大小和颜色不同了。
这次在地上很难找,
因为地上的颜色和花纹
终于找不到。
让我很烦了,
以后车怎么骑?
着急追她没赶上。
醒来慢慢地安静下来,
跟自己说是梦,
只是梦。

2019,4,14

埋下皇帝

维马丁

在西安埋下来很多皇帝,
有的还在,
是一块山丘。
可以上去,
边走边讨论他。
我们上了
两千多年前的
汉宣帝
现在叫杜陵。
可惜没有杜甫。
不过旁边据说还有一位公主。
山丘一样大,
但是她好像
搞了另一个
风景区。

2019,4,15

大雁塔

维马丁

西安大雁塔
曾经有人摔死
在韩东的诗里,
在八十年代。
现在不可能,
修得太安全。
不过如果你硬要摔死,
也许有办法。
不要到最上面,
那边有保安。
最上面第七层,
你在六层爬出去
也许可以,如果你很瘦,
也许够高。
不过要警告你,
这次韩东不会感兴趣。

2019, 4, 17

西安月亮
维马丁

清真泡馍

2019, 4, 17

北京
– 献给前门麻花大姐

維馬丁

很多地方还是老样子
地方变了,拆了更多
不过人没变,剩下的人
还是老样子。
大姐做煎饼,非常好吃,
最好的早餐。
她说她四点起床,
半夜多才睡觉,
不能睡。
做得好,还能做多久?
很多地方没变多少,
只是老了些,孤独了些。
有的地方没了,太多。
有漂亮的,干净的,
老人游泳的地方,就在二环。
日坛地坛等等公园
尽量像以前。
不过房子贵,整个气氛
比十一年前没增加活跃,
反而少了些。
还能做多少?
不知道大姐
晚上怎么想。

2019, 4, 19

伊沙主持 | 新世纪诗典9一周联展(2019.4.14——4.20)

新世纪诗典作品联展#维马丁#(10.0)

 

 

IT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO

五月 3, 2019

IT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO

it was just ten years ago
ten and a half, a little more
ten years ago
feels like twenty years
this was our place
this was our house
our stairs
our door
this was our apartment
you were pregnant here
you climbed these stairs
to the seventh floor
with eighteen kilos more
in the summer
over 40 degrees celsius
humid, mosquitoes
this was our place
very small children
small bathroom
small tub
what a great luxury
terrace
plants are still there
the most important ones
pashanhu in chinese
what’s it called?
climbs up the railings,
the stuff we erected
only ten years ago,
twelve years ago,
fifteen years ago,
some of it.
the roofs,
the birds in the morning,
bats
the other buildings
the view,
the people,
the smells
we were
sgt. pepper’s
lonely hearts club band

May 1st, 2019

 

 

 

 

20

一月 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

 

 

QUEST – 伊沙 Yi Sha

九月 8, 2018

Yi Sha
QUEST

It was in 1999,
last year of the 20th century.
The poet Ma Lan
with her American husband,
a Yale professor,
came to visit old Chang’an.
At the Small Wild Goose pagoda
in the teahouse Scented Snow Sea
we had a good meeting.
The Yale professor
of Chinese literature
had a point of view
that opened my eyes
and resonated in my heart,
I had been thinking about this for years.
He said, “In the May Fourth era,
those writers who studied in Japan,
why were they so dominant?”

Today, I am finally in Japan
and I carry this question,
roaming the coast and mountains of Honshu.
Let me think,
let me think it over,
I have enough time to think of an answer.
What was it,
what was it here,
that made them
bury themselves in their work,
lay their life on the line,
fight for truth,
plead for the people
and become the backbone of modern China?

July 2018
Tr. MW, Sept. 2018

伊沙主持 | 新世纪诗典8一周联展(2018.8.26——9.1)

 

 

 

POMELO – 劉霞 Liu Xia

五月 26, 2018

Photo by Liu Xia

Liu Xia 刘霞
POMELO

ich halt eine pomelo in meiner hand
eine goldgelbe große
mit ihrem leicht bitteren duft

ein kleines messer ist schon genug
obwohl die haut recht dick gewirkt hat
ein wortloser schmerz
ich fang an zu zittern

ein leben in dem du keinen schmerz spürst
ein obst das niemand herunter nimmt
wartet nur aufs verfaulen

ich will wirklich gern die pomelo sein
geschnitten werden oder gebissen
besser im schmerz
in ruhe sterben
als im eigenen faulenden körper
die maden wimmeln sehen

einen ganzen winter
mach ich dieselbe sache
schneid eine pomelo nach der anderen auf
und hol mir nahrung aus ihrem tod

13. September 1999
Übersetzt von MW im März 2018

Liu Xia ist Malerin, Dichterin und Fotografin. Sie war mit dem Friedensnobelpreisträger Liu Xiaobo verheiratet. Geb. 1. April 1961 in Peking. Ehepartner: Liu Xiaobo (verh. 1996–2017) Geschwister: Liu Tong, Liu Hui (Wikipedia)

 

柚子

刘霞

我把玩一个又大又圆的柚子
金黄的一团
散发苦涩的清香

用一把小刀
就能划破它看似很厚的表皮
在无言的疼痛之中
我开始颤栗

感觉不到疼痛的生活
如同无人采择的果实
等待它的只有腐烂腐烂

我真想成为这只柚子
被刀切破手或被牙咬
宁可在疼痛中
安详地死去
也不愿看到自己正在腐烂的肉体
长满了蠕动的蛆

整整一个冬天
我都会重复着同样的事情
把一只只柚子剥开
在死亡中汲取营养

1999.9.13

维马丁十首 – 10 Chinese Poems: Martin Winter

五月 13, 2018

 

维马丁10首 |《十首诗Ⅲ》127

诗锚 2018-05-07

作者 维马丁

(请点图案)

诗会主义

诗会主义好,
诗会主义好。
我们的新诗典人民地位高。
体制派被打倒,
作家协会夹着尾巴逃跑了。

2016.1.26

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stress! BUSY HATING! AND WOMEN’S DAY!

三月 8, 2017
Feminist Group Applauded, Criticized After Censorship

Feminist Group Applauded, Criticized After Censorship

Feminist Group’s Weibo Shuttered

Feminist Group’s Weibo Shuttered

三八女权节来了!盘点这些年中国女权主义者做过的25件好事

三八女权节来了!盘点这些年中国女权主义者做过的25件好事

三八女权节来了!盘点这些年中国女权主义者做过的25件好事

三八女权节来了!盘点这些年中国女权主义者做过的25件好事

三八女权节来了!盘点这些年中国女权主义者做过的25件好事

三八女权节来了!盘点这些年中国女权主义者做过的25件好事

“Busy Hating” in German.

(English version and explanations see China Change)

STRESS!

Morgens hass ich die USA,
zu Mittag Südkorea,
am Abend Japan.
Ich bin sehr beschäftigt mit Taiwan und Singapur.
Dann träum ich von Vietnam und den Philippinen.

Montag gegen Südkorea,
Dienstag gegen Japan,
Mittwoch USA,
Donnerstag unabhängiges Taiwan,
Freitag aufmüpfiges Hongkong,
Samstag undankbares Tibet,
Sonntag fromme Uighuren.

Wir haben viel Arbeit.
Alles Andere muss warten!

 

Übersetzt von MW im März 2017

See also this statement:

晚报!晚报!CHINESISCHE STIMMUNG

十月 26, 2016

Famous in China

《晚报》

晚报!晚报!

早有早报,
晚有晚报。
不是不报,
时侯未到!

 

WANBAO

Wan bao! Wan bao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.
Bu shi bu bao,
shi hou wei dao!

 

LATE NEWS (WANBAO 晚报, also BAOTAN 报摊 = NEWSSTAND)

late news! late news!

dawn has dawn news,
dusk has dusk news.
not that there’s no report,
time hasn’t come.

(bao = newspaper, revenge, retribution, karma, report)

“Wan bao!” is the cry of newspaper-sellers that begins every afternoon in every city.
This poem has only five or six lines.
The last four lines are very close to a popular Buddhist saying.
The last two lines are the same.

shan you shan bao,
e you e bao
bu shi bu bao,
shihou wei dao!

Shan means good, e means bad, evil. I have substituted shan with zao, e with wan. Benevolent becomes early, evil late.

WANBAO

Wan bao! Wan bao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.
Bu shi bu bao,
shi hou wei dao!

In meinem Buch und auf meinem Blog gibt es sehr viele verschiedene chinesische Gedichte. Dieses erste Gedicht auf Chinesisch habe ich ungefähr 1999 oder früher geschrieben. Ich glaube, es ist unübersetzbar. Sehr chinesische Stimmung. Es ist sehr kurz.

Ao = au. Das “bao” hier wird sehr kurz und entschieden ausgesprochen. Y = deutsches j. Chinesisches J ist wie auf Englisch. Das i bei “shi” ist wie das türkische i ohne Punkt. Also eigentlich kein i.

“Wan bao!” rufen Zeitungsverkäufer am Nachmittag und Abend in chinesischen Städten. Wanbao ist Abendzeitung, zaobao Morgenzeitung; z.B. Shanghai Zaobao. You (jo-u) bedeutet ‘gibt es’. Zao bedeutet früh, aber auch ‘Morgen’ im Sinn von Guten Morgen. Ich stehe jeden Tag um halb sieben auf, das ist jetzt Sonnenaufgang. Da mache ich ein Foto vom Balkon aus. Manchmal auch von meinem Sohn oder meiner Tochter beim Frühstück. So ein Foto kommt dann ins chinesische Internet, mit diesem Zeichen: 早. Zao!

Photos and video recording: Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and video recording: Beate Maria Wörz

《晚报》

晚报!晚报!

早有早报,
晚有晚报。
不是不报,
时侯未到!

WANBAO

Wan bao! Wan bao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.
Bu shi bu bao,
shi hou wei dao!

Vielleicht habt ihr den Reim auf -ao schon bemerkt. Ao = au. Wanbao, Abendzeitung. Aber dieses “bao” bedeutet nicht nur Bericht, Meldung etc, sondern auch das Karma, das von einer guten oder schlechten Tat zurückkommt. Achtung, sehr spezifisch chinesische und asiatische Stimmung! Wirklich. Zao you zaobao, wan you wanbao. Morgens kommt die Morgenzeitung, abends gibt es Abendblatt. Soweit so banal. Aber da gibt es ein sehr bekanntes buddhistisches Sprichwort. Shan you shan bao, e you e bao. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao! Die letzten zwei Zeilen sind genau dieselben wie in meinem Gedicht. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao.

善有善报,
恶有恶报。
不是不报,
时候未到!

Gutes hat gute Folgen, Böses böse. Shan you shan bao, e you e bao. Das “e” hier ist ein kurzes, entschiedenes Schwa, eher wie ein ö als wie ein deutsches “e”. Bitte versucht einmal, das ganze Sprichwort laut auszusprechen. Y = deutsches j, ou = ou. Sh wie auf Englisch. Shan you shanbao, e you ebao. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao! Bu bedeutet hier nein, nicht. Bu shi = ist nicht, das ist nicht so. Nicht, dass es kein Karma gibt, nur die Zeit ist noch nicht da. Shi-hou heißt Zeit. Wei heißt noch nicht. Ei wie bei Beijing (Peking), also kein deutsches “ei”. Ai Weiwei heißt wörtlich Ai Nochnicht Nochnicht. Ai Zukunft Zukunft. Ai ist der Familienname. Siehe auch die Wikipedia-Einträge zu Ai Qing und zu seinem Sohn Ai Weiwei. Aber zurück zu meinem Gedicht. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao. 不是不报,时候未到。Diese beiden Zeilen sind genau gleich wie in dem alten buddhistischen Sprichwort. Und auch in den Zeilen davor habe ich nur “gut” (shan 善) mit “früh“ (zao 早 frühmorgens etc.) ersetzt und ”böse” (e 恶) mit  “spät” (wan 晚, spät und abends) ersetzt. Schaut bitte noch einmal hin. Das meiste ist gleich, nicht wahr? Deshalb ist mein Gedicht unübersetzbar. Es wirkt nur, wenn man das Sprichwort schon kennt. Jede und jeder kennt es in China, Taiwan etc. Aber was haben Morgen- und Abendzeitungen mit Karma zu tun? Nicht, dass da kein Karma kommt, nur die Zeit ist noch nicht da. Nicht, dass nicht berichtet wird, nur die Zeit ist noch nicht reif. Diese beiden Sätze sind auf Chinesisch dasselbe.

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In meinem neuen Gedichtband ist dieses Gedicht auf Seite 67, unter 晚报.

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NOBLE POEM

十月 23, 2016
Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer, www.rn.co.at

Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer, http://www.rn.co.at

NOBLE POEM

wish I could write a noble poem
a prized noble poem
a swedish prized noble poem
a norwegian prized noble poem
pricey and noble
like norwegian beer
everything becomes pricey and noble
unless global warming
comes fast enough

MW October 2016

 

last week the brazilian author ricardo domeneck wrote a noble commentary on Facebook that actually sounds a little dylanesque, partly. masters of war, yes. dynamite. 伊沙 has a great little nobel dynamite poem. from 1992. 今年的文学諾貝爾得主有一首 Masters of War,我有一首 “X&Y”, 伊沙翻譯成《一搭一挡》。講尼克松和他的外交部长、大陸前领導和他的首相等等。墙上還有“毛”字,因為伊沙1991年一首小詩。 we had a reading here in vienna on Oct. 15 in our new housing close to the new central train station. we have a library downstairs. run by people from our house, we are there often. open to other houses, gudrun and peter built a stage, and we have theatre. and we had a bob dylan night a few months ago. masters of war is a little like my poem X&Y. x was cruel/ butt is sore/ y was able/ and suave./ both loved culture/ both destroyed/ hundred million/ butts are cold. written march 2007 in beijing. yes, nixon and kissinger, mao and zhou, maybe there is a pair like that in brazil? only six or seven swedes in over 100 years of a great swedish prize for literature is actually not very much, is it? wonder if ricardo brazil/domeneck/africa ever read tomas tranströmer. oh well. pity this busy monster manunkind/ not. progress is a comfortable disease:/ your victim (death and live safely beyond) plays with the bigness of its littleness …[…] pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen …. listen: there’s a hell/ of a good universe next door. let’s go. there must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief …

yes, the music of jimi hendrix. dylan is honored as tip of the iceberg, should be chuck berry and many others at the same time. preferably african brazilian women. yes, manunkind maybe doesn’t always deserve something poor ricardo doesn’t always get, maybe. pity. oh yes.

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Yi Sha 伊沙:ÜBERQUERUNG DES GELBEN FLUSSES (1) 車過黄河 (雙語版)

九月 6, 2016

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Yi Sha 伊沙: ÜBERQUERUNG DES GELBEN FLUSSES 1 車過黄河
Band 1 Gedichte 1988-2009
Übersetzt von Martin Winter 維馬丁
Zweisprachige Ausgabe Chinesisch/Deutsch
Mit einer Kaligrafie und zwei Grafiken von Yi Sha

Preis/€: 15,00

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READING IN VIENNA ON OCTOBER 15, 2016!

Martin Winter & Juliane Adler lesen aus: Der Mond muss perfekt sein/ Yi Sha: Die Überquerung des gelben Flusses

FAREWELL – Song Tik-lai 宋澤萊

一月 9, 2013

Song Tik-lai 宋澤萊

FAREWELL TO THE 20th CENTURY

Thank you, 20th century
We all grew up some time with you
I was born and grew up too
In your arms I feel at home
In your last year
You are generous
To set me free

One hundred years
Two world wars
Cold war east-west
Countless other wars and conflicts
I don’t have much experience
I carried my gun
Two years military service
Thank heavens
I stayed alive

One hundred years
One economic depression
America’s streets full of beggars
Some nations went hungry
Russia and China adopted
Communism
I have only shallow experience
When I was small
There was no rice
But there were dried sweet potatoes
Thank you
I didn’t stay hungry
Although malnourished

There was political tragedy
Military dictators
Even governing through terror
Countless people
Went to jail
Wailing was heard on
The earth’s every corner
I have limited experience
Held and carried
Flags and banners
Walked in streets
Of silent protests

There was art in various ways
Dadaists and surrealists
Stream of consciousness, expressionism
Existentialism, postmodernism
Baffling and shouting, collapsing
Suicide and going crazy
I don’t have much experience
Still at my desk
With simple words
Writing my poems

I went to Grandpa’s grave
One hundred years of graves and mounds
Thousands and millions
Buried simply
Left in the 20th century
Wrongs and grievances abroad
I don’t know much and beg your pardon
I went through this time
And stayed alive

20th century
I don’t count as your victim
Listen, century
I’m not qualified
To raise my voice
In blame
But begging your pardon
At night when the Milky Way blazes
Raising my head
I often think of
Flying away

Tr. Martin Winter, Jan. 2013
With help from Khinhuann Li 李勤岸

宋澤萊
告別二十世紀

感謝二十世紀
庶呢長e時間
予我會凍出世、生長
值妳e懷中我感覺有歸屬
最後e這年
妳寬宏大量
予我離開

一百年
有兩遍世界大戰
東西冷戰
無數e大小戰爭
庶我呒是攏有體驗
干擔八揭搶
做二年e 兵
感謝天
我平安度過

一百年
有一遍經濟大蕭條
美國滿街攏乞食
有人民大飢荒
露西亞、中國實行
共產主義
我e 體驗真淺
干擔值囝仔時代
無米通食
但是,猶有番薯簽
感謝
我無飫著
雖然有卡欠營養

有真濟e政治悲劇
軍人獨裁
甚至恐怖統治
有算朆了e志士
入監牢
哭聲值地球e
每一個角落
我e 體驗無深
干擔八揭
幾遍旗仔
值街仔路
恬恬抗議

有真濟藝術
達達、超現實
意識流、表現主義
存在主義、後現代主義
迷惑、喝喊、瓦解
自殺、起犭肖
我呒是攏有體驗
猶原值桌子頂
用尚簡單e字
寫我e 詩

我八去阿公埋骨e
百年大墓仔埔
歸千歸萬人
埋值土腳
亻因值二十世紀留落
外濟e委屈
原諒我呒是完全清楚
我猶原值世間
繼續活落去

二十世紀
我假那受害無夠深e
世紀
無資格大聲
責備
但是,原諒我
值夜晚銀河燦爛e時
揭頭
我不時道想卜
飛離開妳


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