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Pang Pei 龐培

八月 17, 2013

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Pang Pei

REISBREI

unsere liebe ist ein gericht
im winter: gebratene sprossen mit sauergemüse
am frühen morgen
zu einer schüssel mit brei
frisch dick gekocht

2001

Übersetzt von Martin Winter 2012

龐培

我和她的戀愛就像
冬天的一道菜餚:酸咸菜燒豆芽
一大清早
用這道菜下
剛熬稠的粥

2001

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Huang Jinming

八月 14, 2013
Photo by Sara Bernal

Photo by Sara Bernal

Huang Jinming

MUSIC RISING ANEW

clamoring flowers drowning the factory’s din
I am the angriest, rising an inch from the earth
lights and the night, mirrors of flesh
love’s virtual image, opposite
objects lean on each other. horses in sleep
dream of a storm. I am a tree
I talk to my blossoms. I am a fish
I breathe in my river. in the darkness
wildflowers up on both shores burning till dawn
I am the perfect spring dream I cannot express
tongue slides on the tip of the words. rolling rocks
music rising anew, a forest keeps still
roots rotating fast in the mud, in a dance…
bodies forming furniture
axes and saws roar from afar
look how lonely he is, counting his rings
like that tree in the waste

Tr. MW, August 2013

 

黃金明

<音樂重新升起>

花朵的呼喊淹沒了工廠的噪音
我像那最憤怒的一朵,高出大地一寸
諸如燈盞和夜,肉體的鏡子
和愛情的虛像,兩件相反的
事物互相靠對方。沉睡的馬群
夢見了風暴。我是一棵樹
跟身上的花朵對話。我是一尾魚
在自己的河流上呼吸。黑暗中
兩岸的野花一直焚燒到天亮
我是春天最完美的夢想,但無力表達
舌頭滑過語言的刀鋒。巨石滾動
音樂重新升起,一座森林保持緘默
根在泥土下高速旋轉、舞蹈。。。
身軀形成了家具的模樣
遠方傳來斧頭和鉅子的怒吼
瞧,這個人多麼寂寞,細數著自己的年輪
就像荒野中的那一顆樹

 

Huang Jinming

ERNEUT STEIGT MUSIK

das rufen der blumen erstickt den lärm der fabrik
ich sei die wütendste, rag einen zoll aus der erd’
der spiegel des fleisches, die nacht und das licht
virtuelle liebe, gegensätzliche dinge
bedingen einander. schlafende pferde
träumen von stürmen. ich bin ein baum
im gespräch mit meinen blüten. ich bin ein fisch
atme in meinem strom. die ganze nacht
brennt blühendes unkraut an beiden ufern
ich bin der schönste frühlingstraum, den ich nicht sagen kann
die zunge rutscht auf der klinge der sprache. rollend geröll
erneut steigt musik, ein schweigender wald
wurzeln rotieren rasend im lehm, dreh’n sich im tanz…
leiber richten sich als möbel
brüllende äxte und sägen von ferne
schau, dieser mensch ist so einsam, er zählt seine ringe
ein baum in der wüste

Übersetzt von MW im August 2013

Ai Weiwei in Canada, … almost

八月 12, 2013

The Globe and Mail article quoted by Paul Manfredi is well informed and sympathetic. But it doesn’t spell out any concrete reasons for Ai Weiwei’s singular status. Ai Weiwei’s status, even after his imprisonment, is that of a “princeling”. It seems to be easier to get rid of Bo Xilai. Bo’s father was one of the “eight immortals” of the Communist Party. Ai Weiwei’s father Ai Qing was a persecuted Communist writer, persecuted under Communist rule since the 1940s. Persecuted before, that’s where he got his name. Most of his colleagues denounced each other. Among famous writers, few seem to have been as obstinate as Ai Qing. He was banished to an army town in Xinjiang, a huge city today. There he cleaned toilets, together with little Weiwei. But after Deng Xiaoping came to power in 1978, Ai Qing became an icon. Unlike Bo Xilai and his henchmen, Ai Weiwei did not build labor camps and organ-harvested Falungong-followers. Before he was arrested, Global Times had published many sympathetic articles about his civil rights activism. And even after his abduction and imprisonment at an unknown location, Ai Weiwei gets to keep his comparatively huge house and grounds and most of his fortune. If he was persecuted too much, the main reason for Ai Weiwei’s status would come out too clearly: It would be awkward to discuss his father’s fate in detail. Cultural policy since the 1940s is no secret to anybody in and around the arts in China. But still. Maybe it would come out too clearly how control over art and literature and everything connected to culture was deemed even more important than in other Socialist countries. How idealism had been betrayed again and again, most effectively with broad domestic and international participation in economic growth after 1989. Ai Weiwei is very different from his father Ai Qing in many aspects, as well from his older brother Ai Xuan, who is also a well-known artist in China. But like his father, Ai Weiwei remains an icon of idealism. It would be awkward and politically dangerous to challenge such icons too much and thus revive ideals in a big way.

The Globe and Mail article quoted by Paul Manfredi gives convincing evidence of Ai Weiwei’s civil disobedience and civil rights engagement. Another good recent piece on Ai Weiwei, his imprisonment in 2011 and comparable phenomena elsewhere around the world is a TED-talk by An Xiao Mina.

Ai Weiwei wrote an indignant indictment of the US behaviour in the Snowden case in The Guardian back in June. That was before the plane carrying Bolivia’s president was refused airspace by France, Spain and Italy on US orders on July 3.

China Avantgarde

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I have just discovered, courtesy of the Real Clear Arts, that Ai Weiwei will take questions from attendees of his Ontario exhibition “According to What?” in online chat format.

This exhibition began in 2009 in Mori, Japan. It was reprised this year, starting at the Hirshhorn museum, moving to Indianapolis, stopping now in Ontario en route to Miami and finally Brooklyn.

One wonders how the curators plan to approach this chat experience. Will they be moderating, perhaps even reviewing questions in advance? If so, will they be editing out overtly political content? If not, could this turn into a no-holds-barred discussion of Chinese authoritarianism, political corruption, and all other manner of potentially seditious talk? Obviously, Ai may choose not to answer if he feels line of questioning veering into unsafe territory. But from what we’ve seen of Ai already, self preservation is not the highest…

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維馬丁五首

八月 6, 2013
Yang Jinsong and Fans

Yang Jinsong and Fans

(櫻)

白與粉色漂浮

透著光載入一日

在狂人群眾

樹木兀自開花

生長、成熟、垂落

佇立,迎風呼吸

2011/4

英、德文/ 維馬丁

中譯/ 彤雅立、維馬丁

2012-2013

BLOSSOM

shine and float in white and pink

carried forth into the day

all among the loony people

certainly the trees are blooming

growing, falling, ripening

standing, breathing in the wind

MW April 2011

BLÜTE

weiss und rosa leuchtend schweben

fortgetragen in die tage

unter allen irren menschen

blühen zweifellos die bäume

wachsen, fallen, reifen, stehen

atmen, öffnen sich im wind

MW April 2011

那兒沒啥好說的

維馬丁

那兒沒啥好說的

他們全是建築工

拆掉又蓋上

那兒沒啥好說的

他們是孩子充滿歌

歐羅巴的軍樂
吶喊,旗幟飄揚

那兒沒啥好說的

他們是舞動的秋葉

他們是翱翔的飛鳥

那兒是今年的早熱
在城市的放射器裏

那兒沒啥好說的

他們是販售店鋪

歐羅巴的車

裝飾在黑窗子裏

踐踏小包心菜葉

他們被非法販售

那兒沒啥好說的

他們是古老的城河

每個人保持健康

他們試圖去過活

他們站立在街上

他們賣VCD碟

那兒沒啥好說的

那兒啥都能買

這兒是北京,終究

2004

林維甫 譯

2012


THERE IS NOTHING TO DESCRIBE

there is nothing to describe

they are all construction workers

tearing down and building up

there is nothing to describe

they are children full of songs

european marching tunes

shouting, waving up and down

there is nothing to describe

they are dancing autumn leaves

they are soaring flocks of birds

there is early heat this year

in the city’s radiators

there is nothing to describe

they are selling groceries

and the european car

all decked out in darken’d windows

tramples little cabbage leaves

they are sold illegally

there is nothing to describe

they are ancient city moats

everybody keeping fit

they are trying to get by

they are standing on the street

they are selling vcd

there is nothing to describe

there is everything to buy

this is beijing, after all

MW 2004

那兒沒啥

維馬丁

那兒沒啥好說的

我們是活老百姓

蓋上又拆掉

那兒沒啥好說的

那兒沒啥好交代的

我們是活老百姓

蓋上又拆掉

那兒沒啥好交代的

那兒沒啥好記住的

我們是活老百姓

蓋上又拆掉

那兒沒啥好記住的

那兒沒啥好盼望的

我們是活老百姓

蓋上又拆掉

那兒沒啥好盼望的

那兒沒啥好道歉的

我們是活老百姓

蓋上又拆掉

那兒沒啥好道歉的

那兒沒啥好遺忘的

我們是活老百姓

蓋上又拆掉

那兒沒啥好遺忘的

2007/8

林維甫 譯

2012

THERE IS NOTHING

there is nothing to describe

we are ordinary people

building up and tearing down

there is nothing to describe

there is nothing to explain

we are ordinary people

building up and tearing down

there is nothing to explain

there is nothing to remember

we are ordinary people

building up and tearing down

there is nothing to remember

there is nothing to expect

we are ordinary people

building up and tearing down

there is nothing to expect

there is nothing to regret

we are ordinary people

building up and tearing down

there is nothing to regret

there is nothing to forget

we are ordinary people

building up and tearing down

there is nothing to forget

MW August 2007

Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

<主席>

維馬丁

主席,他不是鳥

主席,他不是飛機

到底主席是什麼?

主席為你作一張椅子

主席,他作所有的腳

主席,他作所有扶手

主席,他作每道靠背

主席,他作所有的椅子

別跟我說你不知道

主媳又是什麼?

主媳也會作這些

主媳作所有的腳

主媳作所有扶手

主媳作每道靠背

主媳作所有的椅子

別跟我說你不知道

2008/3

林維甫 譯

2012

CHAIRMAN

chairman, he is not a bird
chairman, he is not a plane

what is chairman all about?
chairman makes a chair for you
chairman, he makes all the legs
chairman, he makes all the arms
chairman, he makes every back
chairman, he makes all the chairs
don’t tell me you didn’t know

what is chairlady about?
chairlady will make them too
chairlady makes all the legs
chairlady makes all the arms
chairlady makes every back
chairlady makes all the chairs
don’t tell me you didn’t know

MW March 2008

<下次>

維馬丁

下次我是顆石頭

下次人生,你會是什麼?

當你死時,你會是什麼?

這問題並不算精確

那裏並沒有一個世界在下次

當我們累了,它就在這裏

而在早上,神會願意

下次我會是張紙

下次我是個孩子

下次人生,你會是什麼?

當你死時,你會是什麼?

這問題並不算精確

那裏並沒有一個世界在下次

它跟著我們,當我們到那裏

而在早上,神會願意

這次我的孩子在這裏

2007年8月

林維甫 譯

NEXT TIME AROUND

i am a rock next time around
what will you be in your next life?
what will you be when you are dead?
the question is not accurate
there is no world next time around
when we are tired, it is here
and in the morning, god be willing
i’m paper then next time around

next time around i am a child
what will you be in your next life?
what will you be when you are dead?
the question is not accurate
there is no world next time around
it is with us, when we are there
and in the morning, god be willing
my child is here this time around

MW         August 2007

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