Archive for the ‘2003’ Category
八月 1, 2019
SKARS
The day we are going to Skars,
you stand by the road seeing us off, you are so sad
you take down your wings, you say you won’t fly any more.
You will always stay here, with this city, and sink to the bottom.
The day we leave here
slowly we fly into the air, see you become smaller and smaller
with this city together, fade into the distance.
That time we see a few fish flying past
with furtive faces, dressed in black lace
and they say: “Water is a gentle organism.”
I cannot understand their language, we are passing shoulder to shoulder.
The day we are going to Skars,
we say we are leaving for thirty days, we’ll be back here by the end of fall.
You stand by the road, you are so sad,
you say: Skars, Skars, a city that doesn’t exist.
On the way we all say that’s the scariest joke,
we all dreamed of this city before.
Wide open streets, trees dressed in white and silent angels.
The day we are going to Skars,
you stand by the road and say you’ll sink to the bottom of the sea with this city.
You say: Skars, Skars,
a city that never existed at all.
Translated by MW, July 2019
标签：city, fly, flying, language, Li Yunfeng, NPC, people, poetry, sea, story, writing, 新世纪詩典, 李云枫
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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
标签：children, china, Europe, family, literature, play, poetry, reading, time, work, writing
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六月 15, 2019
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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。
标签：1989, 香港, freedom, heart, history, Hong Kong, love, memory, poetry, politics, protest, Shen Haobo, 沈浩波
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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
标签：air, beijing, children, family, friends, home, house, life, memory, people, poetry, pregnancy, roof
发表在 1999, 2000, 2000s, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2013, 2019, 20th century, 21st century, April 2008, April 2019, February 2008, January 2008, June 2008, March 2008, May 2008, May 2019, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
三月 10, 2019
Jiang Xinhe
FRIEDHOF
in der früh
mit dem lastenfahrrad
raus aus dem dorf
vorbei
an einem friedhof
auf einmal schreit meine kleine schwester
hallo
friedhof
13.11.2018
Übersetzt von MW im März 2019
标签：death, family, graves, Jiang Xinhe, NPC, poetry, shout, sisters, sudden, transport, village, 姜馨贺, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2003, 2018, 2019, 21st century, February 2019, November 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
九月 25, 2018
“WELT BLEIB WACH”
Welt, bleib wach
sagt meine Werbung für Thalia.at
Ich mag Buchhandlungen
Maybe they have Mary and the Witch’s Flower
or we’ll get it in China
Thalia is big enough
the main one at Wien Mitte
to have stuff in English and DVDs
and other languages maybe
I dream of a bookstore
with Turkish Arabic Czech and Hungarian
Slovac Italian Hebrew Slovenian
and many other books
in Vienna
a chain store
maybe Thalia even
that would be something
to stem the tide
of people glued to their smartphones
or screens with ebooks
from Thalia.at
maybe just a little
MW September 2018
I HATE UTUBE TUTORIALS
i hate my tube tutorials
i hate your tube tutorials
i hate his tube tutorials
i hate her tube tutorials
i hate its tube tutorials
i hate our tube tutorials
i hate your tube tutorials
i hate their tube tutorials
maybe we should have our tubes tied
just kiddin’
is there a tutorial for poetry?
MW September 2018
SOMEONE SAYS THERE ARE MORE EMOTIONS THAN THERE ARE EMOJIS
In a quick ad they say that very quickly
in German they are so excited
there is an extra r
Es gibtr mehr Gefühle als Emojis
Who cares
people ain’t gonna read any more books
if you tell them books are cooler than movies
or things on a screen
which could be books
or poetry
Anyway
sell your books
more power to you
Your campaign in German is rather retro
Welt, bleib wach
sounds like something from 1932
Afterwards
everyone knows
world didn’t stay awake, not enough
Racism
Fascism
Stalinism
Maoism
Neoliberalism
ILLIBERAL DEMOCRATIC
STRONGMANISM
Just how long would you have to stay awake
with a nice book
from the chain store
with this nice ad
to prevent
anything
I have a poem about emojis
no, it’s not written in emojis
it’s in Chinese
I translated it into German
its a very nice poem
They have it up in the streetcars
and buses in Stuttgart
Maybe two more months
I still don’t have a photograph
They sent me two posters
they also sent two posters to China
and a very nice letter
Poetry doesn’t prevent anything
Mao wrote poetry
Stalin wrote poetry
Don’t know if Mussolini
wrote poetry
or Tojo or Franco
or that fucking German Austrian fart
Emojis are nice
Emojis are not competing with books
The poem is by Jiang Xinhe
she was 14
when she wrote it in 2017
The poem is called USELESS CHINESE
that’s a short version
MY CHINESE IN SCHOOL IS USELESS SOMETIMES
On a train through the desert
I add
an Uighur boy on my WeChat
When I’m back in Shenzhen we say hello
but I don’t understand Uighur
and he doesn’t understand Chinese writing
Talking doesn’t work out either
so we can only send emojis
We have used every emoji available
all the way down
now
we are starting again
from the top
7/8/2017
So what’s your emotion
after reading this poem?
Do you know
what’s going on about Uighurs
in China?
Right now, in 2018?
The camps
must have been there
in 2017, last year,
some of them.
Hundreds of thousands, some say one million
mostly men and boys
caught up in camps
for re-education.
Women, too.
So where is that boy now?
I am afraid
to ask the poet.
MW September 2018
SCHADE
schade um kern
schade um die spö
schade um österreich
schade um wien
aber hauptsache
die u6
wird steril
MW September 2018
HEIMATLAND
schwiegersohn und sicher kein nazi
aber ein rechter mann für die wirtschaft
koaliert mit
abgehalftertem ex-neonazi
und konsorten
und die machen zusammen
die entsprechende politik.
oder soll ich’s vielleicht
netter sagen?
naja, es gibt noch den präsidenten
und lokal gibt’s auch noch ganz viel
und lokale gibt’s auch noch ganz viele.
MW September 2018
HEIMATLAND II
das kinderfreibad in wien ist sehr schön
ich mein das im dritten bezirk
über den gürtel
also vielleicht schon im zehnten
nicht weit vom elften
im schweizergarten
nicht weit von der welt
nämlich von der autobahn
vom hauptbahnhof sowieso
alte bäume
ein schönes gelände
heuer haben sie modernisiert
neue klos
alles größer
dort hinten war früher ein basketballring
jetzt im september sind keine leute
endlich hat es richtig geregnet
aber die sonne ist noch genug
MW September 2018
HEIMATLAND III: MARILLENKNÖDEL
marillenknödel
marillenknödel
noch einen
marillenknödel
noch einen
marillenknödel
noch einen
marillenknödel
noch einen
marillenknödel
noch einen
marillenknödel
sind es schon acht
noch einen
ich weiß ich hab
mindestens acht vertragen
MW September 2018
标签：advertisement, asia, austria, awake, bath, books, brand, buses, camps, chairman, chairperson, china, Chinese, company, dumplings, education, Europe, Fascism, Germany, history, Jiang Xinhe, language, media, memory, name, NPC, people, poetry, politics, posters, public transport, race, racism, re-education, season, slogans, social media, society, Stalin, streetcars, Stuttgart, Thalia, Uighurs, understanding, Uyghurs, Vienna, world, writing, 姜馨贺, 新世紀詩典
发表在 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 19th century, 2000s, 2003, 2010s, 2017, 2018, 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, August 2018, JULY 2017, July 2018, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
六月 3, 2018
Jiang Xinhe
SLEEPING TOGETHER WITH MY LITTLE SISTER
When she doesn’t move at all,
sometimes I stretch out my hand
to feel at her nose
if she’s breathing,
before I go back to sleep.
4/10/18
Translated by MW in June 2018
Jiang Xinhe
SCHLAFEN MIT MEINER KLEINEN SCHWESTER
manchmal bewegt sie sich gar nicht
dann streck ich meine hand aus
spür ihren atem an ihrer nase
bevor ich weiter schlaf
10. April 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2018
标签：care, children, death, family, Jiang Xinhe, life, NPC, poetry, sister, sisters, sleep, 姜馨贺, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2000s, 2003, 2010s, 2018, 20th century, 21st century, April 2018, May 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
九月 22, 2017
Liu Xia
HYSTERISCHE REDE
ich bin die seele von einem mann namens nijinsky
ich esse sehr wenig obwohl ich dünn bin
ess nur was mein geist mich essen lässt
ich mag keinen angeschwollenen bauch
sonst kann ich nicht tanzen
ich hab angst vor den leuten
ich habe angst vor ihnen zu tanzen
sie wollen das tanzen zur unterhaltung
aber die unterhaltung ist tot
sie könnens nicht spüren
und wollen doch dass ich lebe wie sie
ich bleib lieber daheim
bleib weg von den leuten
schließ mich ein in die wohnung
schau auf die wände auf den plafond
ich kann auch leben wenn ich gefangen bin
ich bin ein philosoph ohne denken
auf der bühne des lebens
und keine fiktion
ich bin ein geist in einem körper
rede gern in gedichten
also bin ich der rhythmus
schlafmittel helfen mir nicht beim schlafen
alkohol auch nicht
ich werd immer müder
ich möchte gern aufhören
der geist lässt mich nicht
ich will geradeaus gehen
ganz hoch hinauf und runterschauen
die höhe spüren die ich erreichen kann
ich will gehen
2003
Übersetzt von MW im September 2017
癔语
我是尼金斯基身体里的灵魂
我吃得很少，尽管我很瘦
我只吃神让我吃的东西
我讨厌鼓胀的肠子
那会阻碍我跳舞
我害怕人群
害怕在他们面前跳舞
他们要我跳欢娱的舞蹈
欢娱就是死亡
他们感觉不到
却要我过和他们一样的生活
我要留在家里
避开人群
把自己关在房间里
望着天花板和墙壁
监禁中我也能找到生命
我是不思想的哲学家
是生命的剧场
不是虚构
我是有身体的神
喜欢用诗来谈话
我就是韵律
安眠药不能让我入睡
酒也不能
我越来越累
我想停下来
但神不允许
我要一直走
走到很高的地方往下俯视
感觉我所能到达的高度
我要走
2003
标签：alcohol, apartment, art, body, ceiling, crazy, dance, entertainment, fear, fiction, height, history, home, hysterics, imagination, Liu Xia, Liu Xiaobo, memory, people, philosophy, pleasure, poetry, politics, prison, rhythm, room, sleep, soul, spirit, 刘霞, 刘晓波, 劉霞, 劉曉波
发表在 1980s, 1989, 1990s, 2000s, 2003, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
二月 25, 2017
POETRY
poetry
is impo
rtant
truth
is impo
tent
or is it
or are you
MW February 2017
REPORT
every report
every detailed incisive report
kind that makes powerful people squirm
is just as important
as any art
any poem
any church, temple
that makes you pause
think
feel
every report
MW February 2017
标签：art, articles, attention, communication, conditions, custody, 秦晓宇, death, Eleanor Goodman, 郑小琼, 许立志, feelings, film, friends, literature, Maghiel van Crevel, media, migrants, people, poetry, police, politics, power, Qin Xiaoyu, religion, reportage, reporting, review, society, space, suicide, time, women, women workers, work, Xu Lizhi
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十一月 10, 2016
LETTUCE
lettuce
make
a merry bull
insignificant
again
worked so well
under bush
MW November 2016
标签：again, animals, austria, bull, countries, cow, 美国 America, elections, Europe, food, Great, history, memory, merry, salad, significant, US, vote
发表在 2000, 2000s, 2003, 2004, 2008, 2016, November 2016, poetry, PR, Roman times, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
十月 23, 2016
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.
标签：Africa, beer, Bob Dylan, brazil, Chuck Berry, languages, men, music, Nobel prize, noble, Norway, people, pity, price, prize, Ricardo Domeneck, Sweden, Tomas Tranströmer, women, writing, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1989, 1990s, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, December 2016, November 2016, October 2016, poetry, prose, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
十月 1, 2016
标签：austria, danger, democracy, elections, Europe, expression, extreme right, fascists, freedom, history, hope, independence, memory, military, nation, national day, neutral, parties, peace, president, refugees, rights, sirens, speech, vote, war, wealth
发表在 1933, 1934, 1936, 1937, 1938, 1945, 1955, 1960s, 1966, 1970s, 1980s, 1989, 1990s, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, April 2016, August 2015, August 2016, December 2016, February 2016, January 2016, July 2016, June 2016, March 2016, May 2016, November 2016, NPC, October 2016, prose, September 2016, Uncategorized, Welcome! | Leave a Comment »
九月 6, 2016
Martin Winter 維馬丁:
DER MOND MUSS PERFEKT SEIN 《不敢不完美》 SHE HAS TO BE PERFECT
POEMS IN ENGLISH, CHINESE AND GERMAN.
包括維馬丁寫的中文詩歌，英語詩歌被詩人伊沙譯成中文.
READING IN VIENNA ON OCTOBER 15, 2016!
Martin Winter, born 1966. Poet, translator. Studied in Vienna, Taipei etc. Worked in China etc. Writes in English, Chinese, German
Martin Winter, Dichter und Übersetzer. Studierte Germanistik und Sinologie, verbrachte 15 Jahre in China und Taiwan. Schreibt Gedichte auf Deutsch, Englisch, Chinesisch.
Mit einer Grafik der chinesischen Künstlerin Wang Qi 王琦画
Format: 14 x 20,4 cm
Seiten: 332
Fertigung: 1 s/w-Abbildung, Broschur
Preis/€: 15,00
TEXTPROBE SAMPLE PAGES
标签：art, austria, bicycles, book, Brno, canada, children, china, czech republic, Denmark, election, Europe, expression, family, Germany, history, hungary, Italy, justice, language, life, literature, love, Malaysia, Martin Winter, memory, moon, poetry, police, politics, prague, prayer, refugees, sex, Singapore, slovakia, Slovenia, society, speech, taiwan, thailand, translation, USA, vermont, Vienna, vote, VSC, work, world, writing, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1966, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | 1 Comment »
九月 6, 2016
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
TEXTPROBE– Sample Pages
READING IN VIENNA ON OCTOBER 15, 2016!
标签：art, book, expression, freedom, history, language, life, memory, poetry, politics, sex, speech, translation, work, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1966, 1970s, 1972, 1980s, 1988, 1989, 1990s, 1994, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, August 2016, 葵, July 2016, June 2016, May 2016, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
六月 26, 2016
《戈尔巴乔夫》
我在想一个人
不知道这些年
他都在做什么
过得好吗
我在想一个人
这个人在1989年
来过对我而言
最后的北京
我在想一个人
我替我的领导人
感到不好意思见他
他令伟人不再伟大
我在想一个人
我在想他的时候
他就出现啦
在电视里
我在想一个人
这些年他走遍世界
死了老婆
对亡妻一往情深
我在想一个人
他的秃顶上有红星的胎记
被中国人认定是颗灾星
他却很在乎愚民一族的看法
2003
Yi Sha 《戈尔巴乔夫》
GORBATSCHOW
ich denk an einen menschen
weiss nicht wie es ihm geht
in den letzten jahren
was er so macht
ich denk an einen menschen
1989 kommt er nach peking
für mich ist die stadt
dann bald untergegangen
ich denk an einen menschen
ich hab mich für unsere leute geschämt
die großen männer waren nicht groß
neben ihm
ich denk an einen menschen
da taucht er auf
hier vor mir
mitten im fernseher
ich denk an einen menschen
er ist viel herumgereist auf der welt
seine frau ist gestorben
er liebt sie noch immer
ich denk an einen menschen
er hat einen roten stern auf der glatze
das ist für chinesen ein böses omen
aber er kümmert sich was wir dummköpfe meinen
2003
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2016
标签：1989, china, history, memory, poetry, politics, shame, soviet union, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 1989, 2003, June 2016, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
四月 8, 2016
Zhao Siyun
SANS
(SEVERE ACUTE NERVOUS SYNDROME)
lately I’ve learned to wash my hands
all the time
countless times every day
every time I want to count my fingers
I find it most peculiar
there have to be ten
not one more
not one less
2003, written in the time of SARS (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome)
Last modified March 2016
Tr. MW, April 2016
标签：2003, beijing, Canton, china, disease, disinfection, 赵思运, fingers, habit, hands, health, history, Hong Kong, infection, memory, nerves, SARS, taiwan, Zhao Siyun, 新世纪诗典
发表在 2003, April 2016, March 2016, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
七月 5, 2014
Yi Sha
GOING HOME FOR LUNAR NEW YEAR
in our red china
a household of four generations of scholars
could end up deep
in a slum
and so in my youth
I had it wild
wilder than kids of labor-camp inmates
at least I knew what was going on
on the first morning in the lunar new year
I took a walk through the old streets
they even looked
just like before
standing there I suddenly realized
my pals from back then had no time to grow up
most of them were caught in a crackdown
and sent up to heaven
2003
Tr. MW, July 2014
伊沙
过年回家的路上
在我红色中国
四代书香之家
也可以坐落在
贫民窟的深处
使我的少年时时代
比劳改犯的儿子
还要野蛮
野蛮又不蒙昧
大年初一的早上
当我信步走过那老巷
发现它们还保持着
过去的模样
当时我站在那里
不免怔怔地想
我儿时的伙伴来不及成长
他们大都被镇压到了天上
2003
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发表在 2003, July 2014, Translations, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
