KARSAMSTAG

4月 19, 2014

alter fernseher

Li Xunyang

OLD TV

 

at night I sit

with my old parents

watching the urns

 

Tr. MW, Easter Eve 2014

 

Li Xunyang

ALTER FERNSEHER

 

in der nacht

schau mich mit meinen alten eltern

die urnen an

 

Übersetzt von MW am Karsamstag 2014

 

Von Roy-Month-Bloods nach Hit-Al-Dwarf

4月 9, 2014

“mai hart lieb zapfen eibe hold/ er renn bohr in sees kai/ so was sieht wenn mai läuft begehen/ so es sieht nahe emma mähen/ so biet wenn ärschel grollt/ ohr leck mit ei!/ seht steil dies fader rosse mähen/ in teig kurt wisch mai desto bier/ baum deutsche deutsch bajonett schur alp eiertier”

derhavas bloggt 的头像Blogzeit

… sowie von Odd-Duck-Ring nach High-Lee-Can-Shut – und noch viele andere Verbindungen.

Nicht nur für Touristen hier ein Plan der Wiener U-Bahnstationen in phonetischem Englisch
Not for tourists only here’s a map of the Vienna Metro system in phonetic English.

(Zum Vergrößern klicken/Click to enlarge)

http://haraldhavas.spreadshirt.at/


Ein T-Shirt dazu gibt’s hier/There’s a T-Shirt: http://haraldhavas.spreadshirt.at
… das Poster hier/… a poster: http://www.holzbaumverlag.at/the-vienna-underground
.
.. und auch eine Postkarte/… and a postcard too: http://www.holzbaumverlag.at/vienna-underground

Siehe auch:
Austria phonetic
Germany phonetic

Grafik: Marco Seltenreich

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WE PLANT SUNFLOWERS – Li Khin-huann

4月 9, 2014
阮種日頭花
We Plant Sunflowers

李勤岸Li Khin-huann
Translated by Tiunn Boo-thinn 譯

We planted sunflowers at Parliament
To bring some sunshine inside
To bring all that mold to light
To bring the people’s rights to light

We planted sunflowers on the president’s lawn
To throw the floodgates wide open
And flood away the steel webs of a dictator
And let the young whales of democracy swim on, and on and on

We planted sunflowers in the streets
To bloom come rain and bloom come wind
To bloom for always and for all days
By the darkening roads we must yet take

We’re planting flowers in every alley and every valley
In the cities and in the country
In the mountains and by the sea

The sun will still flower
May the will of young hearts
Rise up high in our free skies

阮種日頭花
–《人面冊ê花蕊》264

李勤岸
Li Khin-huann
WE PLANT A SUNFLOWER

we plant a sunflower in parliament
to draw in the sun
stir up the poor state of our congress
stir it up for the rights of our people

we plant a sunflower in the president’s palace
to call a young sea spirit of Taiwan democracy
to stir up a flood
to sweep away the iron nets of dictatorship

we plant a sunflower on every street
to brave wind and rain
to stir and bloom
to shine a light on our dark road ahead

we plant a sunflower on every corner
in the village in the city
on the mountains at the sea
to stir and bloom
our spirit of youth
will brighten our homeland and our skies

April 9th, 2014

Tr. MW, April 9th, 2014 (没學台語,懇請大家多指教!)

 

阮種日頭花
–《人面冊ê花蕊》264

李勤岸

阮kā日頭花種tiàm立法院
吸引日光照入來
Kā臭殕ê國會曝曝咧
Kā人民ê權利曝曝咧

阮kā日頭花種tiàm總統府
予台灣民主ê少年海翁
泅做大水流ê烏潮
溢過獨裁ê鐵線網

阮kā日頭花種tī滿街路
無管透風抑落雨
阮堅持一直開花
堅持照明台灣暗淡ê路途

阮kā日頭花種tī逐角落
種tī庄腳種tī都市
種tī山頂種tī海邊
日頭會一直開花
青春ê意志
會照光咱台灣家己ê天

–2014/4/9 台師大台文系

 

日頭花

李勤岸
Li Khin-huann
SUNFLOWERS
Translated by Alice Lee 英譯

The eyes of the young are bright,
Opening into big sunflowers
To clearly see molds on the dark undersides.

The ears of the young are sharp,
Opening into big sunflowers
To hear the sadness behind pleasant words.

The brains of the young are fine,
Opening into big sunflowers.
Petals and petals of brilliant rays of light,
Piercing through the wall of fog ahead.

The sunflowers of justice,
Flower by flower,
Blossoming upon faces of the stalwart,
Blossoming within the island’s dark age.

The radiant sunflowers,
Flower by flower,
Herald the coming of our daybreak.

少年人ê目睭真金
開出大大蕊ê日頭花
會當看清生菇ê陰暗面

少年人ê耳空真利
開出大大蕊ê日頭花
會當聽著好聽話背後ê悲哀

少年人ê腦筋真活
開出大大蕊ê日頭花
一瓣一瓣ê光芒
鑿破頭前阻擋ê罩雺

正義ê日頭花
一蕊一蕊
開tī青春堅強ê面上
開tī島嶼暗暝ê世代
光phiâng-phiâng ê日頭花
一蕊一蕊
照出咱天光ê明仔載

Taiwan Demo

Taiwan paper

To Be a Citizen Who Speaks Up and Has an Attitude: Lawyer Ding Jiaxi Speaks from Prison

4月 7, 2014

Please read and distribute! Alles Gute, Martin

T 的头像China Change

By Ding Jiaxi , published: April 6, 2014

Lawyer Ding Jia and wife. Lawyer Ding Jia and wife.

As Ding Jiaxi’s wife, every time after the lawyers met with Jiaxi, I couldn’t wait to ask them for audio or video recordings of Jiaxi, and listen or watch eagerly when I got them. Jiaxi’s familiar voice and hearty laughter have always moved and inspired me. From these recordings, I learned more about Jiaxi, understood more about the things he did, and supported him more firmly. Sometimes I feel those people who detained and imprisoned him and will put him on trial are pretty stupid. They are scared of people who oppose them, but what they do is make more people, like me , oppose them. I have also decided to be a citizen who speaks out and who has an attitude. I say: Stop creating more unjust and false cases. Release…

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My Ideals and the Career Path I Have Chosen

4月 7, 2014

大家多保重!

T 的头像China Change

By Ilham Tohti, published: April 6, 2014

 

Ilham Tohti. Photo from Tibetan writer Woeser's Twitter account @degewa. Ilham Tohti. Photo from Tibetan writer Woeser’s Twitter account @degewa.

On January 15, 2014, Chinese authorities arrested Ilham Tohti, a Uighur economics professor at the prestigious Minzu University in Beijing. Authorities formally charged him with separatism on February 25, and have so far denied him access to his attorney. For years, Tohti has discussed and commented on not only Chinese policies in the Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Region, where the vast majority of this Turkic Muslim population lives, but also the state of Han-Uighur relations. He founded the Chinese-language website 维吾尔在线 (Uighur Online), which is meant to facilitate communication and understanding between the two peoples.  The following autobiographic essay, written in January, 2011, provides a much-needed portrait of the man. In dealing with Ilham’s case, we demand that the Chinese government acts transparently and in accordance with its own Criminal Procedure Law as well…

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TEACH YOUR CHILDREN WELL ….

4月 7, 2014

SUNFLOWER TAIWAN

Chuan Fang Chang
CIVIC EDUCATION

We teach our kids to believe in justice.
You torture righteous children to death
and exonerate murderers.

We teach our kids to believe in peace.
You betray the people’s trust for your profits.

We teach our children honesty.
You swindle voters, they pay the bills.

We teach our kids democracy.
You auction off our rights on the side.

We teach our children respect.
You trample poor people under your feet
and then give out alms.

We teach our children to live in justice.
You wheel and deal and sell off their homes,
let them drink pesticides crawling and crying.

You call our children a violent mob.
Their clothes may be dirty, at heart they are pure.
Your clothes are perfect, calmly you put on your elegant ties
and wrap the filth in your hands.

You say you’re calling on education
but you let police clobber our children
and have them arrested as criminals.

What we taught our children went against facts.
They had to memorize and recite
and write it one hundred times if they failed.

Now they won’t believe what we tell them.

We put down our textbooks
to practice democracy,
exercising a spirit you never knew.

Protect our children!

Don’t let your cold-blooded thinking sentence them to death.

We are fighting to testify for all those pure and gentle hearts.

 

 

March 2014
Tr. MW, April 2014

 

Chuan Fang Chang

[公民老師]

我們教孩子相信正義
你們將正義的孩子凌虐致死
並判殺人犯無罪

我們教孩子相信和平
你們爲了利益撕裂族群情感

我們教孩子誠實
你們欺騙選民大開選舉支票全民買單

我們教孩子平等
你們設計完美的獨裁政體打造階級

我們教孩子民主
你們私下拍賣主權暴力通過條約

我們教孩子尊重
你們把窮人的生命踐踏在腳底
並佯裝佈施

我們教孩子居住正義
你們用怪手毀壞他們的家園
讓他們吞農藥匍地悲泣流離失所

你叫我們教的孩子暴民
他們衣衫襤褸 心地純淨

你們衣冠楚楚 優雅從容繫上領帶
並包裝你們污穢的雙手

你叫我們愛的教育
卻讓警察用盾牌、警棍鞭飭我們的孩子
並將他們用現行犯逮捕

我們教孩子與現實違背的知識
讓孩子反覆背誦考試
不及格的罰寫一百遍

而今,孩子已不願意相信我們

我們放下課本
實習演練那些你們作不到的民主素養

保護我們的孩子
不被你們的冷血判死刑
我們必須印証那些純潔與善良

2014年三月

Sunflower faces

 

Sunflower cake and newspaper

IMAGINE ONE DAY

4月 6, 2014

Danshui

Huang Huang-Chin
IMAGINE ONE DAY

imagine many years later
can we still watch japanese cartoons
imagine letters we might receive
maybe with contents crossed out in red
imagine we could answer in peace
curious questions from our children

I will tell them about tonight
concise and in detail
so they can swiftly run to any crowded stage

I will tell them
peace is short-lived
struggle is constant
come on, go now
on this island
find your comrades
keep your loved ones
build your dream house
look for the nation of your ideals

raise all the flags
light every lamp
shout out your pursuits
warm winds will blow
coconuts sway
students, policemen sleeping together
rain will keep falling
till you wake up to a dry day

Tr. MW, Apr. 2014

 

黄煌智

想像一日

想像多年以後
還能一起看日本的卡通
想像收到的信中
不會有被紅線掩蓋的內容
想像我們終於可以
坦然面對孩子好奇的追問

我會把這個夜晚
細緻而簡潔的讓他知道
以便他能夠迅速的奔跑到任何一個擠滿人的現場

我會告訴他
和平是短暫的
抗爭是常態
快去吧
在這座島上
認出你的朋友
顧好你的愛人
蓋你夢中的樓房
找你理想的國家

把國旗都升起來
燈都打亮
把訴求都溫柔吶喊
看風吹過來
椰子樹影搖晃
學生和警察睡在一塊
讓雨延續
在乾燥的白天醒來

Hung Hung 鴻鴻占立法院詩歌: POEMS from PROTESTS in March 2014, invoking Erich FRIED

4月 1, 2014
Photo by Terry Lin

Photo by Terry Lin

Hung Hung
RAIN WASHING THE STREETS – WRITTEN BEFORE THE MARCH 30 PROTEST IN TAIPEI

every morning
I move the whip pressed on my face
take a good breath
so I can get up

every evening
I scrub the lies seared on my forehead
so I can sleep

there are some things you can’t move away
like the police stick in your shoulder blade

sometimes you don’t wake up from dreams
you lift your head to a forest of shields

a car leaving early, I don’t remember the number
a song we sang, I don’t remember the words
I don’t remember how far we walked
and didn’t give up

silent hospitals
silent holding cells
silent TVs
silent tourist hotels
silent concerts
silent barricades
silent mount ali, sun-moon-lake, taroko gorge tribal areas

one huge silence
from teeming noise
in a cold front from the mainland
shrouding Taiwan
particulates off the charts
until one black flood
breaks worn embankments
one hard rain on the president’s palace
and the sky of tonight
and the road of tomorrow
are swept very clean

3/30/14
Tr. MW, 4/1/14

HHMit “DIE GEWALT” von Erich Fried, übersetzt ins Chinesische von Hung Hung

鴻鴻

洗街雨──寫於330凱道反服貿前夕

每天早上
把壓在臉上的靴子移開
透一口氣
才能起床

每天晚上
用力搓洗烙在額頭的謊言
才能就寢

有些東西是移不走的
比如嵌在肩胛的警棍

有些夢是不會醒的
比如抬頭就得面對盾牌的叢林

不記得提前離開的那輛車的車牌
不記得一起唱的那首歌的歌詞
不記得我們走了多遠
還不放棄

沈默的醫院
沈默的拘留所
沈默的電視
沈默的觀光飯店
沈默的演唱會
沈默的拒馬
沈默的阿里山、日月潭、太魯閣的原住民部落

人聲鼎沸
的巨大沈默
隨著大陸冷氣團
籠罩全台
懸浮微粒指數超標
直到萬頃黑色海潮
衝破疲憊的堤岸
一陣大雨掃過總統府
把今夜的天空
明天的道路
洗得乾乾淨淨

Hung Hung reciting poems at the occupied Legislative Yuan

Hung Hung reciting poems at the occupied Legislative Yuan

Hung Hung
A Poem for #CongressOccupied Protesters in Taiwan,
different link: (https://www.oximity.com/article/A-Poem-for-CongressOccupied-Protesters-1)

鴻鴻
暴民之歌──聞318佔領立法院反服貿學生被媒體與立委指為暴民

我們來了,夏天也來了
我們的腳步,可以溫柔也可以堅定
我們的聲音,可以優美也可以嘶啞
我們的拳頭,可以揮向天空也可以揮向不義
我們的心,可以是血的紅也可以是青草的綠
我們越過圍牆佔領這條街、這個廣場、這個堡壘
當別人把這裡當作提款機、當作傳聲筒、當作逃生梯
我們把這裡當作溫暖的搖籃,當作哺育稻米的農田,當作未來之歌的錄音間
我們歌唱,對,我們歌唱
我們用歌唱佔領一個原該屬於我們的國家,原該保護我們的政府,原該支持我們生存的殿堂
把它從墳墓變成子宮,從垃圾堆變成果園,從地獄變成天堂
甚至我們不奢求天堂,我們垂下眼睛,把這裡當作自己的家
今夜,原不相識的你我,在這裡多元成家
今夜,我們甘願做愛的暴民
就像五二0訴願農民那樣的暴民
就像六四天安門學生那樣的暴民
就像把美麗島當號角的那樣的暴民
就像用野百合、用茉莉花改變世界的那樣的暴民
就像以自焚為武器的鄭南榕那樣的暴民
不過今夜,我們不焚燒自己
我們焚燒這嚴寒的冬夜
讓夏天一夜之間,來到我們眼前!

Photo by Teddy Wang

Photo by Teddy Wang

Hung Hung
Lady Liberty’s Sword

Obama gave his yearly trade report, he wants to sell American pork to Taiwan. Obama is the first African American president. Black people are saved, pigs aren’t saved. Neither are cows. No matter how many hormones they feed them, all humanity has to eat your meat, and it has to be minced, so you don’t know which piece is an eye that saw the sky or a butt tired from needles. Nowadays no-one will eat black people. But there are people who want to swallow Ukrainians, Uighurs, Tibetans. They try out nuclear bombs at Lop Nor, they shoot a movie at Chernobyl, they build a nuclear power plant in Gongliao in Taiwan. Obama is happy to sell uranium for Taiwan nuclear power, I guess Americans like to eat up Taiwanese, barbecued by the torch of the Statue of Liberty. At the beginning of Kafka’s novel “America”, Lady Liberty’s torch is mistaken for a sword, piercing the suddenly brightening sky. Actually, isn’t it really a sword? Lady Liberty wielding the sword, cowering beauty beyond compare. America the beautiful. Beautiful cows, beautiful pigs, beautiful people. But definitions of beauty are changing. Beautiful Oscar movies, a junkie or a female star in a breakdown, garbage floating in space, we have to get membership, purchase tickets online, complete with Coke and popcorn (from genetically modified American corn), and put on our 3D glasses to see it all clearly.
Tr. MW, 4/1/14

鴻鴻

自由女神的劍

歐巴馬年度貿易報告,想把美豬賣給台灣。歐巴馬是美國第一位黑人總統。黑人得救了,豬沒有得救。美牛也沒有。不管被餵了多少藥物殘留,人類還是要吃你的肉,而且是絞碎了吃,分不出哪一塊是你望過藍天的眼或針孔累累的臀。現在已經沒有人會吃黑人。但是還有人想吃烏克蘭人,維族人,藏人。在羅布泊做核武試爆,去車諾比拍災難片,在貢寮蓋核電廠。歐巴馬很樂意賣原料給核四,原來美國人也吃台灣人,只是要先用自由女神的火炬烤一烤。卡夫卡寫過一本《美國》,一開始就把女神的火炬誤以為是一把劍,刺向突然亮起來的天空。那其實是一把劍不是嗎?女神揮劍恫嚇的姿態優美絕倫。我以為美牛、美豬、美人都是美的。然而美的定義已經改變了。美是奧斯卡獎頒給的嗑藥英雄和崩潰的女星、在太空中飛行的垃圾,我們要加入會員、電腦訂票、並搭配可樂和爆米花(也是基因改造的美玉米),戴上3D眼鏡才能看清楚。

Photo from Hung Hung's Facebook page

Photo from Hung Hung’s Facebook page

YI SHA: FAMOUS WORDS IN A DREAM

3月 28, 2014

Yi Sha

FAMOUS WORDS IN A DREAM

 

in this dream I swim up in the atmosphere

someone pulls me by the hair

leads me upwards

up to the top

I see his face

oh! master

my great teacher

you left your famous words in my dream

about my life when I wake up

you said: “the truth shall set you free”

 

2002

Tr. MW, 2014/3

 

伊沙
梦中名言

此梦仿佛在大气中游泳
有人揪住我的头发
朝上将我引向
大气之巅
我看见他的脸
哦!我的大师
我的师傅
你留在我梦中的名言
正指向我梦外的人生
你说:“真相使你自由”

2002

Tanks Uighur Girl

BEIJING SPRING (FACE THE SEA, SPRING IN BLOOM)

3月 26, 2014

hai zi 14 face the sea spring in bloom

Hai Zi
BEIJING SPRING (FACE THE SEA, SPRING IN BLOOM)

from tomorrow, let me be happy
feed horses, chop wood, let me travel the world
from tomorrow, vegetables, grain
I have a house, face the sea, spring in bloom
from tomorrow, writing my family
tell everyone how I am happy
this lightning happiness tells me
what I will tell everyone
give every creek every peak a warm name
stranger, I want to bless you also
may your future be bright
may your lover become your family
may you find happiness in this world
I only want to face the sea, spring in bloom

1989
Tr. MW, 2014/3

hai zi

Hai Zi

SCHAU INS MEER, FRÜHLING BLÜHT

 

ab morgen bin ich ein glücklicher mensch

hacke holz, füttere pferde, bereise die welt

ab morgen mag ich gemüse, getreide

ich hab ein haus, schau ins meer, frühling blüht

ab morgen schreibe ich allen verwandten

schreibe von warmem blitzendem glück

was dieser blitz mir jetzt gesagt hat

ich sag es jedem einzelnen menschen

geb jedem fluss, jedem berg warme namen

fremder, mögest auch du glücklich werden

ich wünsch’ dir eine leuchtende zukunft

aus deiner liebe werde familie

finde dein glück in diesem leben

ich will nur schauen ins meer, frühling blüht

 

Peking, März 1989

Übersetzt von MW im März 2014

GOOD PEOPLE

3月 24, 2014

Taiwan

Lakuz Lee
GOOD PEOPLE

all around us the world is full of good people.

all these good people at school want to lend you a pencil.
all these good people will rush to pull you up when you fall down.
all these good people won’t help you when you are bullied.
because to the bullies they are also good schoolmates.

all these good people at the army will polish your boots and stand guard for you.
all these good people will lend you money so you can get back to your hometown.
all these good people won’t help you if you are bullied.
because to the sergeant they are also good soldiers.

all these good people at work want to brew you a coffee.
all these good people will listen all night when you’re broken-hearted.
all these good people won’t help you if the boss shouts at you.
because to the boss they are also good workers.

all these good people on the street will pick up your things when you drop them.
all these good people want to give you directions when you are lost.
all these good people won’t help you when your house gets torn down.
because to the government they are also good citizens.

some of these good people will become good police.
some of these good police will protect you against violence.
all these good police won’t help you if there are bad policemen who beat you.
because to the bad policemen they are also good comrades.

all around us the world is full of good people.
all these good people are filled with good intentions.
our world depends on cooperation among these good people.
when it is time we need to stand up by ourselves and step past good people.

2014-03-24
Tr. MW, 2014-03-24

這個世界我們的身邊充斥著一群好人。

這些好人在學校會借你忘了帶的鉛筆。
這些好人在你跌倒時會適時扶你一把。
這些好人在你被惡人欺侮時不會幫你。
因為對惡人來說他們也是一個好同學。

這些好人在軍隊會幫你擦皮鞋站衛兵。
這些好人在你沒錢時會借你錢回故鄉。
這些好人在你被班長欺侮時不會幫你。
因為對班長來說他們也是一個好軍人。

這些好人在公司會幫你泡咖啡關心你。
這些好人在你失戀時會熬夜陪你談心。
這些好人在你被上司辱罵時不會幫你。
因為對上司來說他們也是一個好工人。

這些好人在街上會幫你撿起掉的東西。
這些好人在你找不到路時會主動指引。
這些好人在你房子被強拆時不會幫你。
因為對政府來說他們也是一個好公民。

這些好人後來有些變成了好警察杯杯。
這些好警察在你被暴力相對時保護你。
這些好警察在你被惡警偷打時不會阻止他們。
因為對其他惡警來說他也是一個好人。

這個世界我們的身邊充斥著一群好人。
這群好人是這個世界裡一股善的意念。
我們的世界需要這群好人互助且關心。
必要時我們必須自己站出來跨過好人。

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FRÜHLING

3月 22, 2014

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Maia Winter

FRÜHLING

Der Vogel furzt, der Schneemann weint, die Sonne scheint. Die Mutter schreit: „Hurra! Der Frühling, der ist wieder da!” Die Kinder spielen im Garten. Der Vater schläft im harten Bett. Die Oma, die ist ziemlich fett. Der Opa kocht. Sein Herz pocht, er riecht den Frühling. Die Blumen blühen, die Farben glühen. Das Pferd sagt: „Wieher!” Es klingt wie: „Der Frühling, der ist hier!“ Anna sagt: „Das erste Schneeglöckchen, das gehört mir!“ Die Tulpe sagt zum Löwenzahn: „Hör auf, in mein Gesicht zu niesen, die Rose versucht uns aufzuspießen!“ Doch Adam pflückt die Rose ab und schenkt sie Eva. Das war knapp!

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MARRIAGE VOWS: 湘莲子 Xiang Lianzi

3月 21, 2014

Xiang Lianzi Marriage Vows

Xiang Lianzi

MARRIAGE VOWS

I was your bridesmaid

you were my matchmaker

you said you

would rather die

before becoming

a former wife

and you told me

taking the heat

should not result in

being cooked into

a former wife

I took the heat

I’ve long become

a former wife

you died long ago

also becoming

a former wife

Tr. MW, March 2014

MORE POEMS BY XIANG LIANZI: here AND here.

Xiang Lianzi

EHEGELÜBDE

du warst meine brautjungfer

ich war deine heiratsvermittlerin

du sagst du

willst lieber sterben

auf keinen fall werden

eine frühere frau

du schärfst mir ein

auch wenn ich durchhalte

darf ich nie werden

eine frühere frau

ich hielt es durch

und bin doch schon lange

eine frühere frau

du bist früh gestorben

du wurdest bald

eine frühere frau

Übersetzt von MW im März 2014

YI SHA 伊沙: 二泉映月 THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING

3月 18, 2014

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Yi Sha
THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING

in the summer three years ago
my son and I
used to play soccer
on empty spaces in our block
there was this boy
must have been around ten
always came running to play with us
he was the grandchild
of the bicycle guard in our apartment block
he had a bit of a lisp
that hot summer
belonged to the soccer world championship
we had reckless matches
they sued me two times
then we stopped playing

Three years later
I’m always alone
in the hot sun
walking around our apartment block
avoiding the mobsters
“You you you
why why don’t you play football no more?”
from his lisping
I recognize him
he is three years older
now I can see it
he’s soft in the head
“Where do you go to school?”
“I I I …. don’t go to school.”

In the evening
a stifling hot night between our buildings
a jerky tune played on an erhu
You can just recognize
Blind Abing’s famous piece
The Moon Reflected in Second Spring
I guess no-one knows
except me
it is that kid not right in the head
downstairs in the garage
taught by his grandpa

July 2013
Tr. MW, March 2014

(click on the picture above to read the Chinese original)

 

Yi Sha

DER MOND IN DER ZWEITEN QUELLE

 

vor drei jahren im sommer

spielten wir fußball

ich und mein sohn

auf freien flächen in unserem wohnblock

da war ein bub

ungefähr zehn

kam hergerannt und spielte mit

er war der enkel

vom hausmeister aus der fahrradgarage

er hat gelispelt

in diesem heißen

in diesem sommer der weltmeisterschaft

spielten wir wie verrückt

bis mich die leute zweimal verklagten

dann hörten wir auf

 

drei jahre später

geh ich den ganzen sommer allein

in der prallen sonne

durch unseren wohnblock

vermeide die leute

“du du du

w-w-wieso spielst du nicht mehr fußball?”

wieso lispelt er

jetzt erkenne ich ihn

er ist drei jahre älter

jetzt merk ich er ist nicht richtig im kopf

“wo gehst du in die schule?”

“ich ich ich … geh nicht in die schule.”

 

am abend im wohnblock

in der schwüle der nacht

eine stockende erhu

die melodie entfernt zu erkennen

von dem blinden Abing

“der mond in der zweiten quelle”

außer mir

weiß es wahrscheinlich keiner

es ist der bub

unten in der garage

lernt er von seinem opa

 

Juli 2013

Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

 

 

 

REPUBLIC – 沈浩波 Shen Haobo

2月 25, 2014

REPUBLIC Shen Haobo

Shen Haobo
REPUBLIC

all those so-called platonists
all those rotten at heart
all those taking themselves for judges and kings
all those dreaming of giving
directions to mankind
all those fat shining bugs
wagging their hidden poisonous hairs
banning lions and wolves
banning desperate youths
banning indecent wives
banning loonies and thieves
banning beggars and thugs
banning satan
banning contrary jesus
banning poets
banning me
without need
you don’t need to ban me
I was just passing by
just came looking to see how you’re doing at home
I have seen enough
your republic
holds no place for loonies and no place for me

2013-10-07
Tr. MW, Febr. 2014

MOON: Wang Yiyan

2月 19, 2014

Wang Yiyan

Wang Yiyan
MOON

at a location covered by soft
unceasing wind
this time
you slowly push with your hand
and let me fall like a leaf

over there it isn’t heaven
it isn’t hell
veins and the ground in violent friction
light from a low hanging moon
shiny blood on the skin

one wave after another
resounding wind, though dying down
I know I am alive
from heartbeat and breath

Tr. MW, Febr. 2014

YI SHA: TRÄUME 伊沙:做梦

2月 18, 2014

Yi Sha

Yi Sha TRÄUME

TRAUM 362

ich gebe meine stimme ab

bei einem poesiewettbewerb

ich bin eifrig dabei

auf einmal wird es eine stimme in einer wahl des präsidenten

auf dem großen bildschirm redet live

martin luther king:

“ich habe einen traum …”

2014-01

Übersetzt von MW 2014-02

《梦(362)》

我在投一项 诗歌奖的选票

投着投着

就投成了

选举总统的一票

现场的大屏幕上

马丁·路德·金

在演讲: “我有一个梦……”

TRAUM 1

ich hab einen brief an den onkel geschrieben
und will den brief zum postamt tragen
die mutter erinnert mich:
“du schreibst unsere telefonnummer
hinten aufs kuvert”

“auf das kuvert darf nur die adresse”
geb ich der mutter genervt zurück
auf dem weg zum postamt
denk ich hin und her:
“gibt es eigentlich diese vorschrift?”

auf dem einzigen weg zum postamt
straße der kämpfe aus meiner kindheit
kommt mir die frau vom onkel entgegen
ich rufe: “tante! tante!”

sie ignoriert mich
schaut als ob sie mich nicht kennt
da fällt mir erst ein: sie ist schon gestorben
im katastrophenjahr der familie 1997

ich habe kalten schweiß auf der stirn
nimm das handy heraus und ruf daheim an
“mama, jetzt glaub ich an geister!
ich hab auf der straße die tante gesehen!”

aus dem telefon kommt über-echt die stimme der mutter:
“kind! wie kannst du das vergessen?
mama ist auch schon längst tot —
im selben jahr wie die tante gestorben!”

2012/1
Übersetzt von MW 2014/2

《梦(1)》

我给舅舅写好了一封信
准备去邮局投寄这封信
母亲叮嘱:‘你把咱家的/电话号码写在信封背面’

‘信封上不许乱涂乱画’
我很不耐烦地回应母亲
走在去邮局的路上
我还在想着此事:到底有无这项规定?

通往邮局的惟一的路
是我儿时常打巷战的那条小巷
迎面看见了我的舅婆
我叫她:‘舅婆!舅婆!’
她不理我
看我的表情就像不认识我似的
我这才恍然想起:她已经死了
死在我们家族多灾多难的1997年

我惊出了一头冷汗
赶紧掏出手机拨通家里的电话
对着母亲嚷道:‘妈,我现在相信有鬼了
我在街上看见死去的舅婆了!’

手机里传出母亲的声音十二分保真:
‘儿子啊!你怎么忘了呢?
妈也早死了——/跟舅婆同一年死的呀!’

TRAUM 368

ich schlafe in
einem riesigen zelt
wie das von 1976
von der einheit meiner eltern
wegen des erdbebens
wir erfuhren fast einen monat
den kommunismus
das kollektiv
nach dem aufstehen
ist von meinen schuhen
nur einer übrig
mit nacktem fuß
such ich im zelt
such überall
am ende
find ich unter irgendeinem feldbett
einen fuchs
mit einem schuh
in seinem maul

2014-01
Übersetzt von MW 2014-02

《梦(368)》
我睡在一个
硕大的帐篷里
好像1976年
父母单位搭建的
公共防震棚
让我们体验了
个把月的共产主义
集体生活
起床后
我发现我的鞋
仅剩下一只
便光着脚
在帐篷里
到处寻找
最后
在谁家的行军床下
找到一只狐狸
它的嘴里
叼着一只鞋

TRAUM 371

im sportfest meiner volksschule
gab es einen bewerb
handgranaten werfen
ich war der erste
gestern im traum
die ganze szene des werfens
worum es ging bei der bewegung
und meine damaligen gedanken:
“ich bin besser als sie,
aber setze ich nicht meine ganze kraft ein
kann es auch sein
dass ich nicht gewinne …

2014-01
Übersetzt von MW 2014-02

《梦(371)》
我所经历的
小学运动会
还有手榴弹一项
我得了第一
昨夜,我当年
投弹的场面
重现在我梦中
还有动作要领
和我当时的
所思所想
全都回来了:
“我是比他们强
但如果未尽全力
也有可能
拿不到第一……”

TRAUM 372

nebel und dunst auch im traum
ich will es wissen
bemerke betrübt
es ist kein nebel

2014-01
Übersetzt von MW 2014-02

《梦(372)》
梦中也有雾霾天
我仔细分辨着
沮丧地发现
不是雾
而是霾

Yi Sha New Work essay

YAN LI 严力: 阳光明媚 2x SONNE

2月 18, 2014
Painting by Ma Lan 马兰

Painting by Ma Lan 马兰

Yan Li
ZWEI MAL SONNE

Yan Li
EIN DU STEHT ZWISCHEN DER SONNE UND MIR

ein du steht zwischen der sonne und mir
du hast zwei arten von strahlen
ein du steht zwischen der sonne und mir
aber dein schatten geht zur sonne
ich sehe dein schatten
geht ganz gerade zur sonne
also bin ich verrückt geworden

ein du steht zwischen der sonne und mir
mit deinem schatten zur sonne beweist du
dass mein strahlen so …..

SCHÖNE SONNE AM SAMSTAG

schöne sonne am samstag
wir sitzen am nachmittag im kaffeehaus im garten
besprechen den tod besprechen reisen
besprechen selbstmörder
kommen von dieser welt in eine andere
ein selbstmörder kommt in eine andere welt
und tötet sich nochmals so kehrt er zurück

Frühe 1990er Jahre
Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Februar 2014

严力
我和太阳之间隔着一个你

我和太阳之间隔着一个你
你拥有两种光芒
我和太阳之间隔着一个你
但你的影子朝向太阳
看见你的影子
直直地朝向太阳
我就知道我已发了疯

我和太阳之间隔着一个你
你用朝向太阳的影子证明了
我的光芒是多么地 。。。。

星期六的阳光明媚

星期六的阳光明媚
我们在下午的露天咖啡馆里
我们谈到死亡谈到旅游
谈到自杀者
谈到从这个世界到另一个世界
谈到自杀者到了另一个世界之后
再自杀一次就又回到了这个世界

MENG LANG: UNTITLED

2月 18, 2014

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孟浪
《無 題》
——贈邁阿密地方藝術家

破罐子破摔
摔出一座黃金屋
愛誰誰心疼

破罐子破摔
摔出一個新中國
艾未未無言

破罐子破摔
滿地的蟋蟀逗弄京城

破罐子破摔
這哥們有趣兒——撅著屁股爬天安門
逗弄毛主席的痣……

Meng Lang
UNTITLED
– for a local artist in Miami (who smashed a vase by Ai Weiwei in Feb. 2014)

break a jar break a vase
break a golden pagoda
maybe break someone’s heart

break a jar break a vase
smash a whole new china
ai weiwei stands apart

break a jar break a vase
on the floor full of crickets teasing the capital city

break a jar break a vase
this guy has spunk — climbs up tiananmen
with his butt on the mole below mao’s nose

Tr. MW, Feb. 2014
[As always, Ai Weiwei is about asking what art is. Internationally. Great. (Translator’s note)]

broken china

BALL

2月 18, 2014

BALL

es hat lange gedauert
warum erst jetzt
am ball ist jetzt
die öffentlichkeit
am 8. mai
sind sie schon weg
die schlagenden
beispiele
argumente gründe beweise
sind sie schon weg
es hat lange gedauert
warum erst jetzt
am ball sind jetzt
die öffentlichkeit
alle anderen parteien
jeder aufrechte mensch
jede kämpferin für dieses land

MW Februar 2014

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VALENTIN

2月 11, 2014

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VALENTIN

der duft der blueten
erinnert an omi
es ist lange her
gar nicht so lang
sie kann bald in den garten
gut eingepackt
anfang februar kommen die blueten
von weitem wie die baeume in taiwan
die baeume in japan
rosa blueten, manchmal weisse
am donaukanal ist auch ein strauch
in zwei tagen ist valentin

MW Februar 2014

1/27/14: Hashem Shaabani executed

2月 10, 2014

Hashem Shaabani

This is the first news of the day. They killed a poet and civil rights activist. By order of the president, along with some others. It happened two weeks ago already. Now we have Olympics in Russia. Austrian skiers are winning, along with Putin, who is drinking Schnapps with the Austrian team. No, they didn’t kill that poet in Russia. It was in Iran. By order of the president, supposedly a reformer. I was just reading Marjane Satrapi and Guy Delisle. Iran and Jerusalem. Gaza. Nothing on China. My children are watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with breakfast. Beijing suspended up in the stratosphere. Michealangelo, Donatello, Leonardo and Raphael have to reach Tian’anmen Square on a tricycle, before it’s too late.

lyrikzeitung 的头像Lyrikzeitung & Poetry News

Die US-amerikanische Poetry Foundation teilt mit, daß am 27.1. auf Anweisung des iranischen Präsidenten Hassan Rohani der Dichter und Aktivist Hashem Shaabani hingerichtet wurde. Laut Radio Free Europe habe ein Islamisches Revolutionstribunal ihn und 14 weitere Personen im vergangenen Juli zum Tode verurteilt, u.a. weil sie einen “Krieg gegen Gott” führten. Nach Presseberichten sei die Todesstrafe durch Hängen vollstreckt worden.

Shaabani war während seiner dreijährigen Haft schwer gefoltert worden. Human Rights Voices schreibt:

Seine Freunde kannten ihn als einen Mann des Friedens und der Verständigung, der innerhalb des despotischen Khomeinisystems dafür kämpfte,  individuelle Freiheitsräume auszuweiten. In einem Brief aus dem Gefängnis, den seine Familie zugänglich gemacht hat, schrieb er, er habe nicht schweigen können, wenn Menschen willkürlich und unrechtsmäßig verurteilt und hingerichtet wurden. Er habe versucht, das Recht jeden Volkes auf ein freies Leben mit vollen Bürgerrechten zu verteidigen. “Die einzige Waffe, die ich in meinem Kampf gegen diese…

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新年好!Happy Year of the Horse!

2月 1, 2014

 

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And one more Happy New Year of the Horse

1月 31, 2014

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YAN LI! Yesterday I posted his THREE POEMS FROM THE 1980s. Prominent words and themes in GIVE IT BACK (1986), YOU (1987) and YOU (1989) are “love” and “citizen”. The most prominent news story from China in January 2014 was the trial and sentencing of XU ZHIYONG 许志永, a legal scholar and leading activist of the New Citizen movement. Trials, everything connected with rule of law has been very much in the news for a long time in China. See Han Zongbao’s poem 韩宗宝 from fall 2013, for example.

Xu’s statement in court was titled “FOR FREEDOM, JUSTICE AND LOVE“. I was rather surprised at “love” being evoked as a core political value like “freedom” and “justice”. Liberté, Egalité, Amour? Xu’s statement and the accompanying account of how authorities had tried to warn and intimidate him before he was arrested make it clear that he is not only an activist for the rights of migrant workers and for greater openness about public servants’ financial assets. “Can you explain what you mean by Socialism?”, he asks. This is certainly a very important question. China is a Socialist country, at least by name, just like Vietnam, North Korea and Laos. Are there any others? Socialism for China is like Shiite Islam for Iran. But what does Socialism mean, apart from one-party-rule? I think it’s something to believe in, and to practice, to change the fates of working people through actions of solidarity. Isn’t that what the New Citizen movement was trying to do? But Xu has all but dismissed Socialism and has not tried to invoke it as something originally worth believing in. This is understandable, under the circumstances. But can you imagine someone standing up in court in Iran and asking “Can you explain what Islam entails?” Maybe people do it, I don’t know. They probably wouldn’t dismiss religion.

Actually, it is more complicated. I think Xu is testing what is possible. how far the system will go to crush opposition. In his obstinacy he could be compared to Shi Mingde (Shih Ming-te) 施明德 in Taiwan in the 1980s. But Xu is much younger than Shi was in the late 1980s, he was only 15 in 1989.

Xu Zhiyong

“Me:  Aren’t the communist party and socialism western products? May I ask, what is socialism? If a market economy is socialist, why is democracy and the rule of law, which we are pursuing, not socialist? Does socialism necessarily exclude democracy and the rule of law?”

C:你的一系列文章,比如《人民的国家》,整个照搬西方体制,反党反社会主义,你们的组织活动,几个月发展到几千人,你的行为已经构成犯罪,而且不止一个罪名。
我:共产党、社会主义难道不是西方的吗?请问什么是社会主义?市场经济如果是社会主义,我们追求的民主法治为什么就不是社会主义?社会主义必然和民主法治对立吗?关于反党,这个概念太极端,方针政策对的就支持,错误的就反对,而且,我对任何人都心怀善意,如果共产党经过大选继续执政,我支持。[…] 我可能比你更爱中国!你有空可以看看我写的《回到中国去》,看一个中国人在美国的经历和感想。而你们,多少贪官污吏把财产转移到了国外?

C:爱党,爱国,爱人民,三位一体,你不爱党,怎么爱国爱人民?
我:我的祖国五千年了,来自西方的党还不到百年,将来共产党不会千秋万世永远统治,怎么可能三位一体?我爱中国,我爱13亿同胞,但我不爱党。一个原因是历史上它给我的祖国带来的太残酷的伤害,数千万人饿死,文化大革命彻底摧残了中华民族的精神文化,还有就是今天这个党太肮脏,大量贪官污吏,从申请书到入党宣誓都是在公然撒谎——有几个真的要为共产主义奋斗终身?我厌恶谎言,我厌恶为了私欲不择手段,我厌恶一个人在宣誓的时刻也撒谎。

C:敢说不爱党,算你是好汉。考虑到你的主张自由、公义、爱还不错,目的是好的,本着教育的方针,还是希望爱党,放弃公民活动,多和社会各界接触,看问题更客观些。
我:谢谢提醒,我会努力更加客观理性,既看社会问题,也看新闻联播。具体活动如果有不当之处,我可以听取建议,有些行为如果超前了,可以停下来,都可以协商,但是别说什么犯罪。

C:我知道一时半会改变不了你的观点。看过你的档案,你这个人多年来就像一根针一样那么恒定,立场就在那里一动不动。下次接着谈吧。明天后天下午什么时候你觉得合适?
我:明天吧。[words marked by me, see below]

This dialogue between Xu and Beijing State Security official C is very interesting. There is a measure of mutual respect. Xu has spunk, he is brave and obstinate. He mentions “数千万人饿死”, tens of millions died of hunger, as one of the main reasons for not “loving the party” 爱党, as suggested by his interrogator. This dialogue should be very good material for studying Chinese. This section is from the end of the first day (June 25) of Xu’s interrogations in June 2013. You can compare the original to the translation on http://Chinachange.org.  In the translation, I could not access the link to Xu’s patriotic article Go Back To China 《回到中国去》, written in New York a few years ago, but it seems to be available on several blogs readily accessible in China.

I Don’t Want You to Give Up’ – a public letter by Xu Zhiyong’s wife.

Words like “citizen” and “love”, and any other words or means of expressions, actually, become something remarkably different in a work of art, different from every-day-usage, and usage in political statements. I find Xu’s use of “love” baffling. “Love” strikes me as rather imprecise, compared to “justice”, for example. Love, simply love, not compassion or caritas. Not bo’ai 博爱, just  aì 愛, as in Wo ai ni 我愛你。Imprecise, but endearing, as something obviously non-political. And thus closer to poetry, literature, art? Ubi caritas et amor, deus ibi est. All You Need is Love. And so on.

“If I had a hammer I’d hammer in the morning/  I’d hammer in the evening all over this land/  I’d hammer out danger, I’d hammer out warning/  I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters/ All over this land …” Pete Seeger  (May 3, 1919 – January 27, 2014)

The International Federation of Journalists has issued a report on press freedom in China in 2013. Here are two small excerpts:

“On May 3, a woman named Yuan Liya was found dead

outside Jingwen shopping centre in Beijing. Police said

Yuan had jumped from the shopping centre, but her

parents suspected she was killed after she was raped

by several security guards during the night. On May

8 the media was instructed to republish a statement

issued by the Beijing Police and further ordered that

no information could be gathered from independent

sources. All online news sites were told to downplay the

case and social microblogs were required to remove all

related news items.”

This immediately reminds me of SHENG XUE’s 盛雪 poem YOUR RED LIPS, A WORDLESS HOLE, from early 2007. The original is titled NI KONGDONG WU SHENG DE YU YAN HONG CHUN 你空洞无声的欲言红唇. The poem was translated into German by Angelika Burgsteiner and recited in early March 2013 at TIME TO SAY NO, the PEN Austria event for International Women’s Day, in cooperation with PEN Brazil.

“On May 14, media outlets disclosed that several

primary school principals were involved in scandals

involving sexual exploitation of minors. All of the alleged

victims were primary school students. Some bloggers

initiated a campaign aimed at protecting children, but

the authorities demanded that the media downplay

both the scandal and the campaign.”

Cf. Lily’s Story 丽丽传 by Zhao Siyun 赵思云, from 2012.

In China, a Young Feminist Battles Sexual Violence Step by Step

YAN LI: Three poems 公民、爱的空间:严力上世纪八十年代三首

1月 31, 2014

Yan Li Huangei Wo

Yan Li, *1954 in Beijing. Lived in New York from 1985 till the mid-1990s. Founded First Line 一行 magazine.

GIVE IT BACK

please give me back that door without locks

even if it doesn’t lead to a room please give it back

please give me back the rooster that wakes me up in the morning

even if you ate him please give me the bones

please give me back that herding song from halfway up

even if you recorded it on cassette please give it back

please give me back

my relationships with my brothers and sisters

even it is just for half a year please give them back

please give me back my place for love

even if you wore it out please give it back

please give me back the whole earth

even if you have cut it up into

one thousand countries

one hundred million villages

please give it back

1986

Tr. MW, 2014/1

Yan Li

GIB MIR ZURÜCK

bitte gib mir zurück die tür ohne schloss

auch wenn da kein zimmer ist gib sie mir bitte

bitte gib mir das vogelmännchen das mich morgens aufweckt

auch wenn du es aufgegessen hast bitte gib mir die knochen

bitte gib mir zurück das hirtenlied auf halber höhe

auch wenn du es aufgenommen hast auf kassette gib es mir bitte

bitte gib mir zurück

meine beziehungen zu meinen geschwistern

auch nur für ein halbes jahr gib sie mir bitte

bitte gib mir zurück den platz für die liebe

auch wenn du ihn lange benutzt hast gib ihn mir bitte

bitte gib mir zurück die ganze erde

auch wenn du sie bereits

in tausend länder

in hundert millionen dörfer

geteilt hast gib sie mir bitte

1986

Übersetzt von MW im Jänner 2014

YOU

You clasped my hand

Loosening the hatred inside

When I grasped it again

The rock had changed into mud

Then

You clasped my hand once more

And held it

In silence for a long time

Till grass grew out between the fingers

1987

Tr. MW, 2014/1

DU

du ergreifst meine hand

und löst den hass

wenn ich ihn wieder halte

ist der stein zu lehm geworden

und so

greifst du nochmals nach meiner hand

und

hältst sie lange schweigend

bis gras heraus wächst

1987

Übersetzt von MW im Jänner 2014

 

你握了我的手

松开了我手里面的仇恨

当我再把它握起来的时候

它已从石头变成了泥土

于是

你又握了我的手

并且

长久而默默无言地

直到指缝里长出了青草也不松手

1987年

Yan Li

YOU

you

are a citizen of the universe

you live where there’s air

you

are a citizen of the Milky Way

you live where there’s sunlight

you

are a citizen of the earth

you live where there’s freedom

you

are a citizen of love

you live where there’s song

you

are your own citizen

you live where you exist

1989

Tr. MW, 2014

Yan Li

DU

du

bist ein bürger des universums

lebst wo es luft gibt

du

bist ein bürger der milchstrasse

lebst wo es sonne gibt

du

bist ein bürger der erde

lebst wo es freiheit gibt

du

bist ein bürger der liebe

lebst wo es lieder gibt

du

bist dein eigener bürger

lebst wo’s dich gibt

1989

Übersetzt von MW im Jänner 2014

是宇宙的公民

哪儿有空气你就住在哪里

是银河系的公民

哪儿有阳光你就住在哪里

是地球的公民

哪儿有自由你就住在哪里

是爱情的公民

哪儿有歌唱你就住在哪里

是你的公民

哪儿有自己你就住在哪里

1989

FOR FREEDOM, JUSTICE AND LOVE

I Don’t Want You to Give Up’

想象 IMAGINE

1月 23, 2014

IMAGINE
you might as well give up the ghost
of a chance for change in this land
change has been very fast in this land for a while
you won’t recognize a road or a house
or a street is gone that you knew very well
a decade ago or maybe a week.
sometimes the wind clears up the smog
and you can see the sky, or even the hills
and the ranges farther afield with the walls.
there are no wars. this land is peaceful.
the army is the largest by far. there are no tanks.
a tank was burnt and some soldiers were killed.
imagine there’s no heavenly peace
and no rulers above us.
there is only sky and a kite and the doves.
it’s easy if you try.
imagine all the people …
MW January 2014

《想象》

你不妨放弃在这片土地上
寻机改变什么的梦魇
在这片土地上,变化如此之快
你会不辨旧路或老屋
或一条你所熟悉的街道已经消失
十年前,或许是一周前。
偶尔,清风吹散了雾霾
你能够看见蓝天,甚至山峦
以及更加辽远的长城。
并无战争。这片土地宁静和平。
军队是最庞大的怪物。没有坦克。
坦克被烧毁,士兵被杀戮。
想象没有天安……
没有统治者骑在我们头上。
只有天空、风筝和鸽子。
这很容易,你不妨试试。
想像众生……

2014.1
(伊沙 译)

LIU XIA

1月 11, 2014

Link to video: Nobel peace prize winner Liu Xiaobo’s wife reads poem from house arrest – videoLiu Xia Article

法蘭克福匯報FAZ劉霞文

A migrant worker and his poetry

12月 24, 2013

Strittmatter Guo Jinniu

Abstract Paintings and Poems by Chin Sung

12月 13, 2013

FEUER DES KRIEGES: 吾桐紫一首

12月 13, 2013

fucking

Wutong Zi
FEUER

er und sie
sind daheim
und sie streiten
deine mutter
nein die deine
fick deine mutter
du fick deine
du fick zuerst wenn du kannst
er beginnt dinge zu zerbrechen
sie bleibt ihm nichts schuldig
hebt etwas billiges auf und wirft es
am ende sind beide müde
keuchend
liegen sie da
einerseits schimpfend
andererseits fickend
bis es erlischt
das feuer des krieges

Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2013

GLASTÜR, ICH UND DU: Zwei Generationen 玻璃门、你和我:两代诗人各一首

12月 13, 2013

glastuer

Tang Tu

GLASTÜR

 

ich schrieb von einem

kristallglas

das sich erhob

 

als eine tür

aus dem wohnzimmer

auf den balkon

 

wie die sonne

wollte sie durch

die fliege knallte

schallend aufs glas

 

ihr betäubtes

zuckendes

brummen

 

noch einmal kam es

ich wusste nicht

ob das knallen

 

dieselbe fliege

war oder nicht

 

der maeterlinck

der 1911 den nobelpreis

für literatur erhielt

dieser belgier

 

hat das verhalten

von insekten

gründlich erforscht

 

5. 8. 2013

 

Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2013

 

Han Jingyuan

ICH UND DU

 

wir nicken uns zu

du mit deinem kopf

und ich mit meinem

dann richten wir beide köpfe gerade

 

wir lächeln uns zu

du lächelst dein lächeln

ich lächle meins

dann ziehen wir die schmerzenden muskeln ein

 

wir schütteln einander die hände

du schüttelst deine hand

ich schüttle meine

dann lassen wir los

 

wir umarmen einander und machen liebe

du machst deine

ich mache meine

wir haben einander nicht kennengelernt

 

so ist das leben

die nacht ist still wie überm bett grellweisses licht

die nacht ist still wie vom schnupfen der schweiss

die nacht ist still ohne signal

im TV

die scheibe brennt mit silberstreifen

 

Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Dezember 2013

 

韩敬源

《你和我》

我们互相点头

你点你的头

我点我的头

然后各自矫正弯曲的头

我们互相微笑

你笑你的笑

我笑我的笑

然后各自收敛被拉伤的肌肉

我们互相握手

你握你的手

我握我的手

然后彼此抽开

我们搂着对方作爱

你作你的

我作我的

我们彼此不认识

生活老这样

夜晚静得像床头白炽的光

夜晚静得如感冒时渗出的汗

夜晚静得如走失了信号

的电视机

屏幕上剧烈燃烧的银色光斑

TEARS OF A CRICKET – Pang Pei

11月 25, 2013
Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

Pang Pei
TEARS OF A CRICKET

a cricket is calling outside my window
I would like to call in this way
holding you in my mouth very softly
you in a teardrop

my feelings for you are certainly not
more crystal clear than the sounds of a cricket
I hope those lending their ears to these crickets
forget how life hurts and the years vanish like water

Tr. MW, Nov. 2013

龐培
蟋蟀之淚

一隻蟋蟀在窗外叫著
我也願意像這樣叫著
在叫聲中輕含著你
一顆淚中的你

我對你的感情絲毫
不比一隻蟋蟀的聲音更美、更晶瑩
但願那些傾聽它們的耳朵
也忘記了年華逝水,人世的苦命

Pang Pei
DIE TRÄNE DER GRILLE

unterm fenster ruft eine grille
ich möchte auch so rufen
im rufen hab ich dich ganz leicht im mund
in einer träne

mein fühlen für dich ist überhaupt nicht
schöner kristallener als dieses rufen
mögen die deren ohren ihm lauschen
vergessen wie leben verrinnt und ihr leid

Übersetzt von MW im November 2013

4 POEMS BY TANG GUO 唐果

11月 20, 2013
Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

Tang Guo
A WILFUL TREE

This is a tree that does what it wants,
a tree that grows at the edge of a cliff.
A tree that’s clasping and climbing the rocks.
A tree that never had milk, never heard music.
A tree that drank northwestern winds,
A tree that had wind poured in its ears.
A tree that would have liked milk, would have liked music.
A tree that stands under dark clouds, waiting for white clouds in the sky.
A tree that doesn’t stand at attention and leans where it pleases.
A tree that slacks off, like a girl out of shape.
A tree that watches the marching ants on its body and won’t get excited no more.
A tree that explores the depths of the stones.
A tree that will not get pulled out, however it sways.
A tree all alone.
A tree that stands on the edge, overlooking the forest.
A tree that can only bow to its partner if it can stay ten yards away;
it cannot grow as they do in the woods, as they hold on to each other’s shoulders.

2005
tang guo treeTang Guo
SONG OF THE DARK

the sun has gone behind the peak. darkness comes walking out of her home,
unfolds her black velvet and covers his foot.
she pulls up her velvet and covers his waist.
she waits till he’s snoring, then folds up his head.

sleep now, mountains, rivers, towns.
sleep, mosquitoes, beasts and mum.

Tr. MW, Nov. 2013

tang guo lied der nachtTang Guo
MY EPITAPH

she had joy, she was sad. she knew happiness and wandering.
today, she has only joy at her side –
– stolen joy that comes beyond.
she needs your smile,
as you stand at her breast, a little bulge in the earth.

2007

Tr. MW, Nov. 2013
tang guo epitaph
Tang Guo
FOR YOU

What grows on my body, just take it away.
If you want it – what I haven’t grown yet- come tomorrow.
I will try with my life. If I don’t make it – here are the seeds.

Tr. MW, Nov. 2013
tang guo for you

天不生仲尼,长夜无明灯。

11月 10, 2013

Zhang Xiaodi Feng ru song - diyi ge ruzhe 2013
Liao Yiwu: Konfuzius ist mein Ahnherr – NZZ__Do_20131107

http://www.nzz.ch/meinung/kommentare/konfuzius-mein-ahnherr-1.18180530

GYÖR 匈牙利杰尔两日游

11月 7, 2013

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EIN VOGEL IN GYÖR

ein vogel sein
ein vogel im baum
im baum auf der mauer
auf der mauer am fluss
in der sonne im november
ein vogel sein
eine ente im fluss
ein schmetterling
ein löwenzahn
oder ein mann
oder ein großer glänzender baum

MW November 2013

<焦尔一只鸟>

作一只鸟
树上的鸟
城墙上的树
河边的城墙
十一月晒太阳
作一只鸟
河里一只鸭子
作一只蝴蝶
一朵蒲公英
要不作一个人
要不作一棵灿烂大树

2013/11, 于匈牙利焦尔

Photo0083<匈牙利焦尔>

焦尔是很漂亮的城市
吃饭非常好
温泉很舒服
还有一座惊人的音乐厅

很现代的楼
几乎维也纳音乐厅那么大
只外面墙上不向往德意志民族
不过也许演奏过瓦格纳

音乐厅原来是犹太庙
目前旁边有小小的犹太学校
这座小城市
五千犹太人迁往
奥斯威辛集中營毒气室
也很多小孩

焦尔是很漂亮的城市
国家歌剧院两片
瓦萨雷里的马赛克
我们看了门德尔松
写的莎士比亚
仲夏夜之梦
匈牙利人鼓掌的方式有特点

焦尔有很多教堂
一九四五年
苏联军队
杀死一位教主
他让妇女避难
牧师学校的地下

焦尔是很漂亮的城市
吃饭非常好
温泉很舒服
还有一座惊人的音乐厅

2013/11, 于匈牙利焦尔

GYÖR

györ ist eine schöne stadt
das essen ist köstlich
die therme ist herrlich
es gibt ein wunderschönes konzerthaus

was du ererbt hast von deinen vätern
erwirb es um es zu besitzen
ein schönes konzerthaus
ererbt von den toten
eine große synagoge

ein modernes konzerthaus
fast so groß wie das in wien
nur ohne deutschtum an der fassade
vielleicht spielen sie auch wagner
in der schule an der seite
existiert eine kleine gemeinde
aus dieser kleinstadt
wurden 5000 in ausschwitz vergast
auch viele kinder

györ ist eine schöne stadt
es gibt ein theater mit vasarely
an der fassade vorne und hinten
von oben wirkt es wie eine schanze
vom turm des priesterseminars
eine chance für die kultur
wir sahen ein wunderschönes ballett
mendelssohns sommernachtstraum

sokrates sagte in politeia
es brauche eine gemeinde
eine stadt beschützt von den göttern
von etwas gutem
etwas gedacht als gütige gottheit
gott der gerechten

es gibt die kirchen
es gab auch märtyrer unter den priestern
der bischof beschützte frauen im keller
und wurde erschossen

sokrates sagte in politeia
dass ein einzelner gerecht sei
sei nicht begründet
in einzelnen menschen
sondern in der ganzen gemeinde
in einem gott der ganzen stadt

was du ererbt hast von deinen vätern
erwirb es um es zu besitzen
ererbt von den toten
trebic und györ

mikulov und kosice
friedhof altstadt synagoge
viele juden fielen im weltkrieg
im ersten weltkrieg
für österreich-ungarn
oder für deutschland

was 1944 geschah
deportation und dann die bomben
das leben danach
in kleinen städten ist es recht deutlich

györ ist eine schöne stadt
das essen ist köstlich
die therme ist herrlich
es gibt ein wunderschönes konzerthaus

MW November 2013
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TRIAL: Han Zongbao 韩宗宝

10月 31, 2013

Urteil

Han Zongbao

TRIAL

judge kids by old people                       judge whites by blacks

judge black by white                  judge dusk by dawn

judge swallows by crows                       judge freedom by a bird in a cage

judge elephants by mice                        judge butterflies by the eye of a storm

judge ants on a tree by fish in a bowl

judge times by their fools          judge jobless graduates by golden iphones

judge square by round               judge sea by sky

judge cotton by iron                  judge sheep and grassroots by tanks

the silent lambs, how meek they are!

judge art and writing by dynamite                       judge people by country

judge earth by snow                  judge jews by hitler

judge christ on the cross by judas and the last supper

judge shoes by feet      judge cities by villages

judge floods by tall dams          judge water by wells

judge football by whistle                        judge hawkers by city security

judge temporary workers by public servants       judge migrant laborers by residence permits

judge B by A     judge Second by First   judge crying by smiling

stars and the gunpowder in bullets have never been exposed to moisture

if the chessboard says you’re guilty       then you are guilty

those people who died from secret questioning  those who died

when detained or arrested          they must have seen

the sullied red flag and the hands                       when an experienced questioner

becomes a murderer                  her shining and glorious life

produced how many deaths how many wrongs               written in blood

what kind of terror and torture

most one go through     before he prefers death to life

relentless questioning    what does it mean to him or her

everyone noticed his neck must have been stuck

but on tv they aired his confession

he put on his own trial of his text and the camera

we don’t need courts we don’t need laws            our nation doesn’t need them

’cause the trial is completed       in this giant one-way judgment

everyone can be a criminal         just have to grab them

and put them inside       if they are tough bones their flesh can be done with

one after another gets thrown in jail        who will be the next one

what is it that’s breaking up                    happy days and pleasant scenes

laws appear on worthless paper in restricted public trials

just like catwalks           once the process is in motion

once you get inside       your only trick is to confess

so confess       the grief of an innocent man      small traces of blood

and disgrace     tears are so helpless     just what you asked for

an innocent man in the end        hangs his head in confession     amen

2013-10-29

Tr. MW (10/31/13)

《审判》

韩宗宝

用老人审判孩子 用白人审判黑人

用黑审判白 用早晨审判傍晚

用乌鸦审判燕子 用笼中的鸟审判自由

用老鼠审判一头大象 用风暴眼审判蝴蝶

用缸中的金鱼审判上树的蚂蚁

用小丑审判时代 用土豪金审判蚁族

用圆审判方 用天空审判海洋

用铁审判棉花 用坦克审判绵羊和草根

这些沉默的羔羊多么温驯

用炸药审判文字和艺术 用国家审判人民

用雪审判土地 用希特勒审判犹太人

用犹大和晚餐审判十字架上的上帝

用脚审判鞋子 用村庄审判城市

用高高的堤坝审判洪水 用井审判水

用黑哨审判足球 用城管审判小贩

用公仆审判临时工 用暂居证审判民工

用A审判B 用甲审判乙 用笑审判哭

星星和弹孔中的火焰 一直不曾受潮

棋盘上标明你有罪 你就有了罪

那些死于秘密审判的人 那些死于

拘禁和逮捕的人 必定见过

被污染的红旗和手 当一个审讯能手

成为凶手 她光辉而荣耀的一生

制造了多少死亡和冤屈 血书累累

需要经历怎样恐怖可怕的折磨

一个人才会 宁死不生

无懈可击的审讯 究竟对他意味什么

大家注意到了他被狠狠卡过的脖子

但电视已经播出他的口供

他对着镜头和台词做出了自我审判

何需法庭 何需法律 国家不需要这些

因为审判业已完成 这单向式的强大审判

每一个人都可以是罪犯 不过是抓起来

再关进去 硬骨头可以从肉体上消灭

一个个的人陆续入狱 下一个是谁

有什么在崩溃 大好良辰好景虚设

法律形同废纸 有限的公开审判

仿佛秀场 那木马般的程序一旦启动

只要你进去了 你唯一的招就是招

招吧 一个无罪之人的悲伤 略带血痕

和耻辱 泪水如此无力 如你所愿

一个无罪的人最终 低头认罪 阿门

2013.10.29

This poem was written partly in response to the New Express 新快报 / Chen Yongzhou 陈永洲 incident, as the author told me after he showed his poem around on Weibo. However, this is not one of those poems which act like condensed news articles, like Zhao Siyun’s Lily’s Story or Sheng Xue’s Your Red Lips A Wordless Hole (German version see Angelika Burgsteiner’s translation). Han Zongbao‘s poem seems to be less straightforward.

“When an experienced questioner/ becomes a murderer/ her shining and glorious life/ produced how many deaths how many wrongs”

Whose glorious life? The murdering questioners? Why “her”? The female pronoun seems to indicate a particular person. Please look at the comments for answers to these questions.

KÜHLE ERLANGEN: Pang Pei

10月 31, 2013
Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

Pang Pei

KÜHLE ERLANGEN

 

wegen des abendwinds. wegen des duftenden mondlichts

unsere kühlenden liegestühle stecken allein in der zeit

die mückenabwehr der nachbarn schwebt in den tau unter den bäumen

glühwürmchen leuchten eins nach dem andern im hof

 

jemandes messer schneidet melonen

jemand gießt weiter die brennheiße straße

ein schmaler mond, wie kinder reden im traum

setzt sich auf deine schlafschwere wange

 

Übersetzt von MW im Oktober 2013

 

庞培

乘凉

 

因为晚风。因为月光的香气

我们乘凉用的躺椅陷于年代的寂寞

当邻家的蚊香飘来树荫深处的露滴

萤火虫一只接一只出没在天井

 

有人家的菜刀切开西瓜

有人继续朝热烫的马路泼水

一轮新月,如婴儿的梦呓

落上你睡思昏沉的脸颊

 

 

GREEN PLUM AND HER CASTLE OF SNOW

10月 24, 2013

Xing Hao Li Cuimei
Xing Hao
LI CUIMEI

Li Cuimei, do you remember,
we came to the threshing ground
in featherlight snow.
I built a castle for you.
You were 11.
You helped me building that castle forever.

Li Cuimei, it was awfully late when we got home.
The castle froze and got very hard.
We were really awfully late.
Li Cuimei, your face was red
frozen like a hot glowing apple.
I wanted to wolf it down in one bite.

Yi Sha’s New Century Poetry Canon, Oct. 23, 2013
Tr. MW, Oct. 24, 2013

Xing Hao
LI CUIMEI

Li Cuimei, kannst du dich erinnern?
Wir kamen zum Dreschplatz
In wehenden Gänsefedern aus Schnee.
Ich hab’ dir eine Schneeburg gebaut.
Du warst erst 11.
Das war eine tolle Schneeburg,
Du hast lange mitgebaut.

Li Cuimei, wir sind sehr spät nach Hause gekommen.
Die Schneeburg wurde eisig und fest;
Wir sagten, sie würde niemals schmelzen.
Es war wirklich sehr spät, viel zu spät.
Li Cuimei, deine Wangen waren
Gefroren wie Bratäpfel.
Ich wollte so gerne hineinbeißen.

Yi Sha’s New Century Poetry Canon, 20. Okt. 2013

Übersetzt von MW, Oktober 2013

邢昊
《李翠梅》

李翠梅,还记得那次吗
我们来到打谷场上
当时飘着鹅毛大雪
我用雪给你修了座城堡
那时你才十一岁
我给你修的城堡棒极了
你还帮我修了半天呢

李翠梅,我们回家的时候已经很晚了
城堡渐渐冻得硬邦邦的
我们都说它永远也不会融化
那天真的是太晚太晚了
李翠梅,我发现你的脸蛋
冻得像热透了的苹果
我好想一口吃掉它啊

THE SECOND HALF OF THE NIGHT

10月 18, 2013

mond kehrt

Nan Ren

THE SECOND HALF OF THE NIGHT

the second half of the night

the moon cleans the streets

Jan. 22, 2013

Tr. MW, Oct. 2013

南人

后半夜

后半夜

月光扫着大街

2013.1.22

Nan Ren

DIE ZWEITE HÄLFTE DER NACHT

die zweite hälfte der nacht

fegt die straßen der mond

2013-01-22

Übers. v. MW, Okt. 2013

CALLING THE GHOSTS – 李成恩 Li Cheng’en

10月 18, 2013

seele1

Li Cheng’en

CALLING THE GHOSTS

In a hotel in a dream

very softly, I hear the ghosts.

“I give my flesh to the mud for keeping.

When I need it, please give it back!

I give my bones to the stones for keeping.

When I need them, please give them back!

I give my blood to the rivers for keeping.

When I need it, please give it back!

I give my brains to the mountain for keeping.

When I need it, please give it back!

I give my eyes to the sun and the moon.

When I need them, please give them back!

I give my warmth to the stove for keeping.

When I need it, please give it back!

Only the heart I have to carry … ”

After I wake up

I open the window

and see the mountain slowly moving.

One tiny stream down from the snow

like it’s flowing in my dream.

Has my soul

gone wandering?

Or is it back?

I retain

one dusty heart.

But my soul,

where is it hidden?

Who gives it back?

Tr. MW, Oct. 2013

Li Cheng’en, born in the 1980s. Published poetry, essays and a novel.

As soon as I read this, I was reminded of Woeser 唯色, the Tibetan poet. Didn’t know Li Cheng’en was also a woman. All those verses with “I give” could be “I gave”. In the Chinese, there is no difference. The sentence construction is also unique. It is the “ba-construction”. Sometimes the “ba” is a “jiang”, but not here. Anyway, it’s a construction often discussed in Chinese grammar. Literally I think it’s like saying “I take my flesh and give it to the mud for keeping”. Maybe you could also just say “I put my flesh into the mud”, or into the soil. But why would you call on the mud to hold it for you?  MW

My translation was originally based on this picture version sent around on Tencent Weibo and Sina Weibo as part of Yi Sha‘s regular New Century Poetry Canon. Li Cheng’en has since told me about a mistake in the copying process. In the Weibo image “warmth” or literally body warmth occurs twice. Li Cheng’en says it should be “eyes” instead of warmth the first time. So originally I had “I give my warmth to the sun and the moon. When I need it, please give it back!” I like both versions. Somehow I’m glad about the mistake. Makes for closer attention.

In German, I first had “ich borg’ meine wärme der sonne dem mond – wenn ich sie brauche, gebt mir’s zurück!”.

I am still not sure about how to translate all these “ba-construction” – verses in German. Now they sound stranger than before, but this is how I had them first. The German equivalents of “please give it back” or “please give them back” sound very colloquial. It’s not standard grammar. Some people don’t like that. Maybe I’ll find a better version later.

MW

Li Cheng’en

GEISTERBESCHWÖRUNG

im traum im hotel

hör’ ich ein lied

“ich nehme mein fleisch und geb’ es dem lehm.

wenn ich es brauche, gib mir’s zurück!

ich nehm’ meine knochen und gib sie den steinen.

wenn ich sie brauche, gebt mir’s zurück!

ich nehme mein blut und geb es den flüssen.

wenn ich es brauche, gebt mir’s zurück!

ich nehme mein hirn und geb es dem berg.

wenn ich es brauche, gib mir’s zurück.

ich borg’ meine augen der sonne dem mond –

wenn ich sie brauche, gebt mir’s zurück.

ich nehm’ meine wärme und geb sie dem herd

wenn ich sie brauche, gib mir’s zurück.

nur das herz muss ich selbst mit mir tragen … ”

ich wache auf

öffne das fenster

seh’ eine kleine bewegung am berg.

ein dünner bach

aus meinem traum.

ist es meine

wandelnde seele?

kommt sie zurück?

ich behalte

ein staubiges herz.

doch meine seele

wo ist sie verborgen?

wer gibt sie zurück?

Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Oktober 2013

Li Cheng’en, geboren in den 1980er Jahren. Publizierte einen Roman, Gedichtbände, Essays.

Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

李成恩

招魂歌咒

我在旅馆的梦里

隐隐听到了招魂歌咒

“我把肉体寄存给泥土

要的时候你可得还啊

我把骨头寄存给石头

要的时候你可得还啊

我把鲜血寄存给江水

要的时候你可得还啊

我把脑浆寄存给雪山

要的时候你可得还啊

我把眼睛寄存给日月

要的时候你可得还啊

我把体温寄存给炉火

要的时候你可得还啊

只有心我得自己带走… …”

我醒来后

推开窗户

看见雪山缓缓移动

一条薄薄的河流

像是从我的梦里流出

我的魂魄

游走了?

还是回来了?

我守住了

一颗沾满灰尘的心

但我的魂魄

寄存在哪里?

谁又能还我?

Li Cheng’en

GEISTERBESCHWÖRUNG

im traum im hotel

hör’ ich ein lied

“ich habe mein fleisch dem lehm anvertraut.

wenn ich es brauche, gib’s mir zurück!

ich hab’ meine knochen den steinen gegeben.

wenn ich sie brauche, gebt mir’s zurück!

ich habe mein blut den flüssen gegeben.

wenn ich es brauche, gebt mir’s zurück!

ich hab’ mein gehirn dem berg anvertraut.

wenn ich es brauche, gib mir’s zurück.

ich borg’ meine wärme der sonne dem mond –

wenn ich sie brauche, gebt mir’s zurück.

ich nehm’ meine wärme und geb sie dem herd

wenn ich sie brauche, gib mir’s zurück.

nur das herz muss ich selbst mit mir tragen … ”

ich wache auf

öffne das fenster

seh’ eine kleine bewegung am berg.

ein dünner bach

aus meinem traum.

ist es meine

wandelnde seele?

kommt sie zurück?

ich behalte

ein staubiges herz.

doch meine seele

wo ist sie verborgen?

wer gibt sie zurück?

Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Oktober 2013

Li Cheng’en, geboren in den 1980er Jahren. Publizierte einen Roman, Gedichtbände, Essays.

AFRICAN REFUGEES RESERVE A CHAIR

10月 16, 2013

sitz
Xian Dan
RESERVE A CHAIR

a chair is missing
in the self-study classroom
this is not a big deal
every classroom has many chairs
they all look the same
if a few people die in africa
you would think it’s nothing special
because to you
they all look the same
but this missing chair
is right next to my seat
this time it’s ok
every day once I don’t look
my chair will get moved
I have to stick
a tag on my chair
otherwise
what can I do
next day I can’t find my chair
just like at night african migrants can’t find their comrades

Tr. MW, Oct. 2013

鲜丹

自习室少了
一把椅子
其实是一件很小的事情
自习室有那么多把椅子
长得都一样
如果非洲死了几个人
你肯定有觉得没什么
因为你觉得
他们长得也都一样
可是少的这把椅子
就在我座位旁边
这下可好啦
每天我一不注意
我的椅子就被搬到旁边去了
我只能在我的椅子上
也贴了一张纸条
不然
我能怎么办呢
白天我找不到丢了的椅子
正如晚上非洲难民找不到失踪的伙伴

Xian Dan
RESERVIERT

im klassenraum zum selbststudium
fehlt ein stuhl
das ist gar keine große sache
im klassenraum gibt es so viele stühle
alle sehen gleich aus
sterben in afrika ein paar menschen
regst dich das auch nicht besonders auf
du denkst dir
die sehen auch alle gleich aus
aber der fehlende stuhl
ist gleich neben meinem platz
diesmal ist es gut ausgegangen
jeden tag wenn ich nicht aufpasse
wird mein sitz verschoben
also muss ich auf meinem stuhl
einen zettel anbringen
oder was
soll ich machen?
untertags suche ich vergebens meinen sitz
wie in der nacht afrikanische flüchtlinge ihre kameraden

Übersetzt von MW im Okt. 2013

FIRST STORY: 湘莲子 XIANG LIANZI

10月 14, 2013

Xiang Lianzi Eine Geschichte

Xiang Lianzi

FIRST STORY

“In danger the sea cucumber will split itself

one half it gives the world to devour,

the other half escapes.” – from W. Szymborska, Autotomy.

I said let’s not talk poetry at the lunar new year let us tell stories

like a bricklayer half of his head bashed in by half of a steel pipe

like he and his sick room friends

arguing anything, twitching like sleepwalking

he says 3+2=1

like three fingers plus two equals one hand

two hands together equals one pair

like what a rat hates most is rat poison

whoever loves eating rat poison most must be a rat

like I said they were arguing anything

from mathematics into philosophy

from singular into plural

from fingers into a skull bashed in

into rats, poison, leaks or balloons

like 11+11=22, 22-2=2 and so on

he said not that leaks cannot be fixed

just like rat poison will always be digested by rats

just like rats knocked a hole in his skull

his skull has a leak, like a balloon

a leaking balloon is very hard to blow up

just like his half-bashed in skull pops in and out with a yawn

he said in the box with the rat poison there is no rat

rat poison is very bad for rats

just like reading is very bad for your head

just like rats eating his brain slipping into his head

when he said he had a headache, I had a headache

like he wanted me to put rat poison into his brain

like he said: “I’ll soon be an idiot

when they have finished my brain

my boss will dump me, my girlfriend dumps me”

like he is all desperate

crying his heart out like a wolf

howling just like a cat who cannot catch rats

like one hundred rats cannot overcome one single cat

he said: no-one can figure it out, nobody can fix this leak

except me, I have a method, I take a bit of cement, very good quality

mix it with alcohol, ts ts. believe me I have the technique.

he pointed at his broken temporal bone like pointing at some leak on a roof

like a leak on a roof he was fixing

Tr. MW, Oct. 2013

Foto

Yi Sha: TRAUM NR. 328

10月 9, 2013

Yi Sha
TRAUM NR. 328

in meiner anthologie des neuen jahrhunderts
erhebt ein rechtsabweichler
seinen kahlen sträflingsschädel
seine gedichte
versteh ich überhaupt nicht
jedesmal bleib ich stecken beim lesen
wie ist er hineingekommen?
weil er rechtsabweichler war
hab ich ihn etwa nur deshalb genommen?

September 2013
Übersetzt von MW im Oktober 2013

《梦(328)》

在《新诗典》诗人中
有一个右派
留着囚犯的光头

他的诗
怎么看都看不懂
怎么读都读不通

到底是怎么选进来的?
我开始自省
难道就因为他是右派?

2013.9

LOB DER JAPANISCHEN PORNOS – 伊沙

10月 9, 2013

伊沙新作(2013年9月) http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_489db0970102eudh.html

Yi Sha

LOB DER JAPANISCHEN PORNOS

 

reden wir nicht über die sexuelle

befriedigung die ich davon hatte

(sonst heisst es ich propagiere die unzucht)

nur was ich künstlerisch

daraus erkannte

scheinbar heimlich gefilmt

synchron mit der zeit

ungeschnitten fühlt es sich an

als habe man alle männlichen weiblichen

darsteller frisch von der strasse gefangen

das gefühl der nähe zu diesen laien

das selbstvergessene hineinsteigern

rein auf den sex konzentriert

schmierig, geschmacklos, hässlich, gemein

nichts menschliches ist ihnen fremd

diese perverse leidenschaft

hat sicher im stillen

meine verse beeinflusst

meine einstellung beim schreiben

und zwar sehr früh

 

Übersetzt von MW im Oktober 2013

 

伊沙

《日本AV颂》

不谈它在性上
给我的满足
(有点诲淫的嫌疑)
单说它在艺术上
带给我的启示
那种仿佛来自偷拍
与时间同步
未经剪辑的真实感
那种每位女优男优
像是从街头拉来的
群众演员的亲切感
那种不回避人性的
猥琐、阴暗、丑陋、邪恶
专注于性本身的
忘我的投入精神
貌似变态的激情
一定在暗中
影响过我的诗
以及我的写作态度
从很早以前开始

GROUND FOR DIVORCE – 湘莲子

10月 5, 2013

Xiang Lianzi Scheidungsgrund
Xiang Lianzi

GROUND FOR DIVORCE

she is too much like her

oh, your lover

my enemy

1979

in vietnam

you shot her

she shot at me suddenly from

behind a cow

you killed her

she killed my comrade

so you shot her

I shot her cow

she died

her cow died

you found her

I found her cowhide

you had a cow

I bought her cowhide

you’re having me on

no

her cowhide hangs in my hut

she looks just like her

sometimes

I really think they

might be sisters

just like your enemy

just like a dream

2013-03-23

Tr. MW Oct. 2013

Xiang Lianzi

SCHEIDUNGSGRUND

sie gleicht ihr zu sehr

oh, deine geliebte

meine feindin

1979

in vietnam

hast du geschossen

sie schoss plötzlich versteckt

hinter einer kuh

du hast sie erschossen

sie hat meinen kameraden erschossen

und du hast sie erschossen

ich erschoss ihre kuh

sie starb

ihre kuh starb

du fandest sie

ich fand ihr kuhleder

du hast gekauft

ich kaufte ihre kuhhaut

du prahlst wie vom rinderblasen

nein

kuhhaut hängt in meiner kate

sie gleicht ihr sehr

manchmal

glaub ich sie seien

schwestern

genau wie die feindin

genau wie im traum

2013-03-23

Übersetzt von MW im Frühling 2013

Yi Sha: Poems from September 2013

10月 2, 2013

伊沙新作(2013年9月) http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_489db0970102eudh.html

Yi Sha

SCHAUEN

auf dem balkon
bin ich beim schauen
mitten im schauen
fällt mir bald ein
ich mag das schauen
immer nur schauen
ich weiss ich hab
sehr viel geschaut
aber wohin
weiss ich nicht mehr

Übers. v. MW, 1. Okt. ’13

《眺望》

阳台之上
我在眺望
在眺望中
我想起来
我爱眺望
总是眺望
记忆之中
充满眺望
但想不起
眺望什么

VERSUCHUNG

auf drei wegen
kann man in unseren wohnblock hinein
ich komme immer wieder vom westen
die route ist nicht beliebt
und zwar aus einem einfachen grund
man merkt es gleich
man geht vorbei
an einem feuertopfrestaurant
und zwar von hinten
der ausguss der küche
das nimmt dir den atem
da wird dir übel
aber ich weiß es
halt mir die nase zu
und geh vorbei
dann kommen weiden
ich werd empfangen
von grünen schönen
den ganzen weg lang
dort wo es schmal wird
steht eine reihe
und alle neigen sich tief vor mir nieder
zeigen ihr langes leuchtendes haar
ich bin daheim

Übers. v. MW, 1. Okt. ’13

《诱因》

有三条路线
可以进入我住的小区
我老爱走西边那条路
别人不爱走
别人不爱走的原因
显而易见
由此路走
要经过一家火锅店
的厨房后门
从里面会飘出一股
呛鼻的泔水味儿
令人作呕
而我知道
捏着鼻子
穿将过去
就会迎来
一路柳荫
好像绿巨人美女
夹道站了一排
深鞠一躬
垂下秀发
迎我回家

TO MY COUNTRY

9月 13, 2013

Photo0012

Zheng Xiaoqiong
TO MY COUNTRY

cannot abandon this country, five thousand years of meager creeks and cold peaks
five thousand years having a band of whores erecting gateways for memory
its people industrious, intelligent, brave
and used by these whores, pressed to their last drop of blood
cannot abandon this country, connected from birth inseparably
my tears becoming one of its rivers, drinking its juices
slurping its blood, look at these whores telling lies as their trade
poets are used to the emperor’s new clothes, no-one plays a small child
I cannot abandon this country, nor am I having these whores banish me
getting angry is fruitless, I’d rather become another Sisyphus
and even for dying, it is on its earth where I am going to sleep

Tr. MW, Sept. 2013

郑小琼
《给祖国》

不能放下这个国度,它五千年的水瘦山寒
五千年它让一群婊子们立满了牌坊
它的人民勤劳、勇敢、智慧
也被这些婊子们利用,柞尽了最后一滴血
不能放下这个国度,出生就注定与它不能解除关系
我的哭泣将会成为它的一条河流,喝着它的汁
饮着它的血,看婊子们对它撒谎成性
习惯了皇帝的新装,诗人们也不肯做一次小孩
不能放下这个国度,无论是遗弃或者被婊子们放逐
我的血液里仍将有爱,有着因爱而生成的愤怒
这愤怒注定是徒劳,我宁愿再做一个西西弗斯
哪怕就是死去,我也要在它的土地上安眠

Zheng Xiaoqiong MUTE 《喑哑》

Duo Duo: TO BE ABLE

9月 10, 2013
Painting by Sara Bernal

Painting by Sara Bernal

Duo Duo
TO BE ABLE

to be able to drink big gulps of warm wine
to enjoy glory days in stupor
to be able to think
behind the ticking window curtain at noon
think of trivial things
to be really embarrassed for a long time

to be able to take a walk for yourself
sit down on a chair painted green
close your eyes for a while
to be able to sigh
thinking of unpleasant things
to forget where the ash
dropped from your cigarette

to be able to lose your temper
when you are sick, to do undignified things
to be able to walk along a familiar road
walking all the way home
to have someone kiss you
wash you scrub you, to have exquisite lies
waiting for you, to be able to live in this way

would be great, any place, any time
picking flowers
mouths finding mouths
no unrests no revolution
what flows down to the ground is the sacrificed wine
to be able to live in this way
would be great, would be the ultimate thing to enjoy!

Tr. MW, Sept. 2013

多多

《能夠》

能够有大口喝醉烧酒的日子
能够壮烈、酩酊
能够在中午
在钟表滴嗒的窗幔后面
想一些琐碎的心事
能够认真地久久地难为情

能够一个人散步
坐到漆绿的椅子上
合一会儿眼睛
能够舒舒服服地叹息
回忆并不愉快的往事
忘记烟灰
弹落在什么地方

能够在生病的日子里
发脾气,作出不体面的事
能够沿着走惯的路
一路走回家去
能够有一个人亲你
擦洗你,还有精致的谎话
在等你,能够这样活着

可有多好,随时随地
手能够折下鲜花
嘴唇能够够到嘴唇
没有风暴也没有革命
灌溉大地的是人民捐献的酒
能够这样活着
可有多好,要多好就有多好!

http://www.shishuhuazazhi.com/Part.aspx?nid=4&pid=19&id=409

Space Poems

9月 6, 2013

Lydia and Julia. My tastes are simple, mostly. No Fehlschmelzen. Although that word makes me think of Ai Weiwei. Rare words. Rare earths. Che, fourth tone. Like the chai of demolition, but with earth instead of hand. In a famous poem by Du Fu, On Top Of Yueyang Pagoda. Che, separation. Of Wu and Chu. Still great realms, 1300 years later. Wu is Shanghai, Suzhou, Hangzhou and so on. Wu-dialect of Chinese, as different from Mandarin as French is different from German or Dutch, at least. Wu and Chu. Chu is Sichuan and so on. Dongting lake separates Wu and Chu. Dongting lake seen from the pagoda. Heaven and earth, blablabla, the light on the lake. No letters from home. North still at war. Writing this, leaning at the railings, crying. 昔聞洞庭水, 今上岳陽樓. 吳楚東南坼, 乾坤日夜浮. 親朋無一字, 老病有孤舟. 戎馬關山北, 憑軒涕泗流. Xi wen Dongting shui, jin shang Yueyang lou. Don’t know what kind of dialect Du Fu used. Not Mandarin, that’s for sure. More something like Wu, probably. Which I don’t speak and can’t write. Heard of Dongting lake, now I climb the stairs. Wu Chu dong nan che, qian kun ri ye fu. Here comes the “che”. Rare word, in present Mandarin. Dong nan, east and south. Wu is southeast from Chu. Heard of Dongting lake, now I climb the stairs. Wu and Chu divorced; Sky reflected, night. Not a word from home. Sick and old, a boat. War steeds roam the north. I lean here and cry. Five syllables per verse. Yes, much like Haikus. Yi Sha has space poems. 2 from 2003. One about first signs of spring, lunar new year, mahjong, the space shuttle Columbia, fear of flying, freedom. The other one about space, father and son, skies at night, North Korea. This 2nd 1 was in the FAZ on June 26, 2013, when the Shenzhou 10 capsule returned to earth.

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Last week, in the run up to our website relaunch and the live event, Spacewe started an open call and asked for your short ‘Space Poems’. The call is closed now and we would like to thank everyone who took part!! We received 15 poems, sent to us in English and German via twitter, facebook and as blog comments and enjoyed reading the poems a lot. We hope you all do!

 

… and here are the Space Poems …

 

daybreak

 

when we credulously

reached for the clouds

a clamour

from the mouth of

a careless fish

by Achim Wagner (via twitter)

 

 

words are vinds which blow roofs

Daiga Mežaka (via blog comment)

 

 

There’s no sound in a space poem, only the charged particles of solar wind.

by Dave Bonta (via twitter)

 

 

Folda Saumtar

Dark

Weil polygam in der

Weltraumzukunft

Vergessen

Dode jedan…

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Pang Pei 龐培

8月 17, 2013

pang pei reisbrei nzz
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

Huang Jinming

8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

8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.

維馬丁五首

8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

 L1030974

THE EXISTENCE OF SPACE

6月 28, 2013

taikonauts_return Yi Sha Vater FAZ 13-06-27

Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung 2013-06-27 page 25

Yi Sha
THANK YOU, FATHER

under mao zedong
we had starry nights
we had vast starry skies
people lifting their heads
one summer night
it was father and i
father told me
about the universe
about a cosmonaut
yuri gagarin
flying in space
my mouth stood open
like a barn door
thank you, father
my heavenly father
in a dark corner
of north korea
measuring 9,600,000
square kilometers
among hundreds of millions
malnourished blockheads
i was the smartest
did not see the future
but i saw space

2003

Tr. MW, 2013

Shenzhou 10 news videos (BBC)

Taikonauts Dragonboat Tiangong shenzou-capsule

《感謝父親》
伊沙

毛澤東的時代
也有浩瀚的星空
也有星空下
翹首仰望的人民
那個夏夜
是父親和我
他告訴我
太空的存在
和一個叫做
加加林的
天外飛人
叫我嘴巴
張得老大
感謝父親
你就是我的上帝
讓我在九百六十萬
平方公里的北朝鮮
黑暗王國的一角
成為數億
營養不良的傻兒中
最聰明的一個
看不見未來
但看見了太空

2003

Tiangong lecture

Wang Yaping 王亞平 teaching from space

Concentrating on private impressions and conversations in published poems is self-evident for many, maybe for most people who read, write, translate, edit such stuff. But China, and also Taiwan to a certain extent, have put into question art, books, beauty, skills, traditions, language- anything had to serve the Party, and what the Party couldn’t use could not exist. Capitalism does it too, everything that doesn’t pay, that we can’t finance, cannot remain. They get along splendidly, finance and centralized state, Mao and the Mammon. That’s how the modern world was developed.

腳下是隱形的塵土和古蟒的灰燼。/父親拿著鐵棒,問我:“你怕不怕?”/哦,我抬起頭來,獵戶星座在中天閃耀,/空中傳來千秋的微響——/那無聲垂落的,是流星,還是一道道藍色的鞭影?

“Beneath our feet, we couldn’t see through dust and ash, rank growth of old. Father holding his iron staff, asking me: ‘Are you afraid?’ Oh, I raised my head, Orion sparkling right in the middle, space reverberations sounding from eons– falling silently, are those meteors, one blue whiplash after the other?” 流星記事, Meteor Account, or Meteor Accounts, by Zhu Fengming 祝凤鸣 (Oct. 1996). Nick Kaldis just showed me his translation of Meteor Account, from a dozen Chinese poems in the magazine Dirty Goat (#24 February 2011).The quote above is in my own translation, I couldn’t resist. Rank growth of old – 古蟒 or 古莽? Nick Kaldis thinks there might be a misprint. (“古蟒 would refer to a snake known from fossil remains, the Paleopython, while 古莽 refers to rank grass.”). 祝凤鸣,男,1964年生于安徽宿松县… Zhu Fengming (born 1964) is a geologist from Anhui.

 《流星記事》
祝鳳鳴

有一次,丘崗夜色正濃,二月還未清醒,

我踏著回家的羊腸小徑,在山坡

白花花的梨樹下,碰見鄰村

淒涼的赤腳醫生,面孔平和。

“剛從李灣回來,那個孩子怕是不行了。”

他說,藥箱在右肩閃著棗紅的微光。

路邊的灌叢越來越黑,細沙嗖嗖——

我們站在風中,談起宅基,柳樹,輪轉的風水。

陰陽和天體在交割,無盡的秘密,使人聲變冷,

“……生死由命。”這時,藍光一閃

話語聲中,一群流星靜靜地布滿天空﹔

還有一次,我和父親走在冬月下

曠野的一切彷彿在錫箔中顫抖。

腳下是隱形的塵土和古蟒的灰燼。

父親拿著鐵棒,問我:“你怕不怕?”

哦,我抬起頭來,獵戶星座在中天閃耀,

空中傳來千秋的微響——

那無聲垂落的,是流星,還是一道道藍色的鞭影?

The existence of space. Of God(s). Yin-yang, fengshui. Existence of wonder. Or the other way, wonder of existence. Outside the Party. Very much among the common people on the other hand, in the countryside, barefoot doctors, and so on, in the rest of Zhu Fengming’s poem.
Yes, 蟒 (mang3) may be a misprint for the homophonous character 莽 (mang3). 古莽之國, the ancient uncultured state. The Book of Liezi. 古莽之國,出《列子周穆王第三》,屬迺古三國。三國者何也?古莽之國、中央之國、阜落之國也。蓋處天地之外、神話之中,事未可徵,史未可考。古莽之地,陰陽不交,寒暑不辨;民不衣不食而多眠,五旬一覺,而以夢為真,真為妄也。(Wikipedia)

Space, spaceflight. A great achievement. “Sister killed her baby ’cause she couldn’t afford to feed it we are sending people to the moon.” Prince, Sign o’ the Times. Really, I think they should have written more about this in the international papers. Yes, it worked, no-one died, Wang Yaping 王亞平 teaching from space, tens of millions watching and listening to her. A great leap, a giant leap, really. Responsibility, great responsibility. How many things could go wrong, in space, for the nation. Planning everything, the very opposite of wu wei. That’s how the famine came. No space for real wondering. Everything organized, all propaganda, all of the nation. They are planning, they have begun to move hundreds of millions more to the cities. Destroying small farms, villages, settlements, temples. Like they destroyed the ancient cities.

They should write about spaceflight, every time. I have to get back to my daughter. Show her the videos from Shenzhou 10.

Yi Sha’s poem is from 2003, from the beginning of these missions 10 years ago.

An old song about moon flights (via Nick Kaldis)

Kosice (科西策)

6月 23, 2013

Exhibition
Kosice diary

Lovely town. Sleepy. Great central square. Or main street. Everybody out there on Friday night, who is not in the other beer gardens. Or begging. First rain-free night in ages, maybe. Rivers all full. Still chilly, just a little. Blankets on the seats outside. Great cathedral, we haven’t been inside yet. They had a great mass, with TV. People standing on the steps outside, and kneeling. Wonder how it was under Socialism. Much sleepier? Sleep of reason breeds … how does that go? What reason? Goya. Modernism, Kosice Modernism. An exhibition advertised around town, or a book, or an event. In Slovak, so I’m not sure. 。。。(click for more)

Olomouc diary

Brno poem (We don’t know where the light comes from)

Trebic poem (Typical Central European town, Jewish heritage etc.)

2011 poem (a year of protests, dissidents…)

ABOUT

6月 7, 2013

li-bifeng-china-dissident-liao-yiwu
What is Chinese literature about? Exile, inner exile. Inside China, banished. Happened to many poets through the ages, including the most famous. Or voluntary exile, to be somewhere else, not among the people. 别有天地非人間。Teaching Latin in a high school in Vienna, a friend of our uses Du Fu 杜甫. Du Fu, Brecht, Theodor Kramer, Guido Zernatto. She teaches Latin, so exile comes from Ovid. Epistulaes ex ponto. From Casablanca. No, it’s that port city on the Black Sea, in Romania. Constantza. Like Tristan Tzara. Z or S? Whatever. Du Fu. They use an old edition from the 1930s. Brought into verse by H. Not just translated, not directly. That’s how they used to do it. Gustav Mahler’s 馬勒 Song of the Earth 大地之歌 came from Li Bai 李白 (Li Tai-po), Wang Wei 王維 and Meng Haoran 孟浩然, through many versions in different languages in between. Mahler wrote the final versions to fit his music. Two poems by different poets merged into one, at the end. No, that Du Fu edition is very accurate, from the feel of it. Two great volumes, large and thick. Not rhymed. But rather formal. Not luosuo 羅嗦. No superfluos words. Hardly. Again, from the feel of it, I haven’t checked, just listened and read. Listened, our friends read well. Very down-to-earth, daily details. Ants, chicken. Fencing in chicken, thinking about it. A reference to the times, the circumstances. Suddenly becoming political, as our friend says. Towards the end. A moral at the end, maybe more in this German version than in Chinese. Circumstances, Du Fu’s circumstances. He always complains, says our friend. Very down-to-earth, very daily life. Strife, poverty, famine. Starving on the streets. We have a master’s thesis on Tang Poetry social critique in Vienna, from 1990. Anna Maria Eigner. Bai Juyi 白居易, many different poets. Li Shangyin 李商隐 wrote a lot about poverty in the countryside. Not in is most famous poems, unfortunately.

Daddy, who is this?
He is called Li Bifeng. I just translated a poem by him. He is in prison. They are all in prison. This one is a writer, too.
Why is he in prison?
He took part in protests, demonstrations. Demonstration, you remember what that is? Yes, we were in one together this year.
Where is this?
This is in China.
What else did he do?
He organized strikes. Do you know what strikes are?
No.
Strikes are when workers in a factory say they won’t work, all of them. To get better pay. To get insurance, you know what that is? When you are sick, to get money from insurance so you can get a doctor, go to hospital.

Daddy, are there any places with no government?
Good question. There are some places where women are in charge. They own the land, they run things. Used to. Sometimes still do. Places in China.
Well, they should. Women are important. Women bear children.
I don’t know if there are any places with no government. There are some places with not many people at all. Deserts, mountains.

A Yu (born 1994)
DOCUMENTARY: HE JUMPED FROM THE TOP OF THE BUILDING

he jumped from the top of the building
peng!
he was dead
it wasn’t like he had seen it
on tv
on tv
the contractor who owed migrant workers
when he heard someone would jump
right away he came out with his pay
but this time
no-one held him back
that’s how he died
peng!

2012
Tr. MW, 2013
A Yu Doku

OLOMOUC DIARY

6月 7, 2013
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Olomouc art museum collection

Olomouc diary
March 27, 2013
Train connection from vienna worked just fine. Half an hour at the border station of břeclav, used it for a short walk, had a big laugh over buying powidl kolačni or so. Tram to down town, found the hostel immediately. Friendly aussies, still.
Weather better than in vienna- at least no snow, and a little bit of sun.

Went out to have lunch in a micro brewery first, then on to the art museum, which has free admission on wednesdays and sundays. Some very strong and original modern stuff here, as well as a lot of boring derivatives.

Tired, both from the museum and the beer with lunch.

Waiting for martin, who went back up to photograph a couple of paintings.

Started talking about all the things we want done in a week- time alone, time together, dissertation writing… I think there just aren’t enough hours in a week. But we will keep working on it.

Went home, Martin quite exhausted. i had gotten a second wind and went out for pizza, which was quite sufficient after a late and massive lunch.

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Next day martin got yoghurt and pastries for breakfast, in a little shop right around the corner, one of these super- narrow slots in a lovely pink art nouveau building with white friezes round the windows.

Did some soul searching on whether to stay one more night. Martin phoned his parents, and they said, fine. Private room was booked already, so we got a dorm room to ourselves, at 600 crowns instead of 900 (24 vs. 36 EUR).

Went to see the town some more, including the noon-day astronomical clock, playing music on its bells and showing happy members of the working classes. Sent postcards to our respective parents. Asked tourist info about concerts that day. No, we would not drive to Brno for that. Girl in the tourist office slightly clueless. Post office right on the square.

Also bought some chapstick, found a minimalist czech version, good quality, but just a tiny amount stuck in a plastic holder. If it gets warm, you have one mess. But hey, it is still winter, and at 11 crowns i am not going to complain.

Had lunch in a place at the university, bishop’s square. Then went home to veg out a bit and even sleep some.

Caught a little concert in the museum of modern art, 50 crown entrance fee. For that, a middle aged lady who sang chansons in czech, her friend the guitar player, the pianist, and the hand drum (hang drum?) player. All very spontaneous, family- like, with the audience humming or singing along occasionally. Not too long, either, stopped just in time for dinner. Back at the lovely micro brewery, which was packed with young people. Another lovely dinner.

And so off to the hostel, chatting a bit to some finnish and portuguese travellers, and off to the bunk beds.

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March 30, 2013, train from olomouc to vienna.
Bit cold in the morning,woke up from that. Snow/ sleet falling. Managed a shower, and breakfast, and were out at the railway station in good time. Trains a bit delayed, but we should be home on time. Nice lunch at the breclav railway station canteen, new and clean place with the loveliest bathrooms.

Head in Breclav

Head in Breclav

Olomouc art museum collection

Olomouc art museum collection

Worldwide Reading

6月 1, 2013

WWR Li Bifeng Plakat
Li Bifeng: A NOTE FROM PRISON

In the summer of 1992, in a vegetable garden on the roof of a shed housing inmates of the Sichuan Province Prison # 1, I spent three days alone with the old prisoner Zhang Fafu, who had been transferred to this prison at Nanchong from forced labor at a coal mine. Our task was to build a wall out of plastic parts and wire at the side where the roof garden faced the bathing pool, to prevent other prisoners from secretly watching the women taking their baths down below. I got this assignment at that time because my sentence was short, I was working at the kiosk of my unit and wasn’t considered a common criminal. So the cadre chose that old prisoner from the coal mine and me.

From the second day on he told me everything about himself. From his talking, I could feel the jolts in his soul. He had attended high school before Liberation in 1949, he loved reading and understood a lot of things; he even liked poetry. He asked me so often until I had no choice but to give him one of the poems I had written. A few days later, I was transferred. After I arrived at Prison # 3, someone from # 1 came to go over my accounts. That’s when I heard something happened to Zhang Fafu. He had taken the plastic parts from our wall, tied them to is arms and jumped from a building. He wasn’t dead, but he became a vegetable.

I don’t know if he read my poem. Later, when I was released from Prison # 3 upon completion of my sentence, I stuffed the original manuscript of this poem into a bamboo flute I had got from Liao Yiwu, and blocked the hole at the bottom with soap. This way I got to take the poem with me. All these years, whenever I think of Zhang Fafu, I think of our plastic wall. It’s not the same as the wall in my poem, but now I cannot separate the poem from Zhang Fafu.

Tr. MW, 2013

Translator’s note: Li Bifeng’s NOTE and the following poem (http://wp.me/PczcX-zk) are part of his novel Wings In The Sky (天空中的翅膀). One chapter is available on the LIBIFENG2012 WordPress site. The main characters are an old prisoner, a bird and a woman who lives in a shed not far from the prison with her daughter. The plot is rather interesting.

Reading for Li Bifeng

5月 28, 2013

Faces

Lesung für Li Bifeng

What is Chinese literature about? What is art about, in any medium, time or place? The reading for the imprisoned underground poet and activist Li Bifeng on June 3rd, 2013 in Vienna will include works by a diverse range of authors. Li Bifeng has become known through his association with Liao Yiwu, the exiled poet and documentary writer, now in Berlin. On his own, judging from his available work and his literary impact in China, even in dissident circles, Li Bifeng would not have become famous. This doesn’t mean he is not worth reading. But he has had little opportunity to find an audience, and not everything that is available online now is as compelling as Liao Yiwu’s signature poem Massacre, or any other famous piece of writing in Chinese. Actually, none of the works by Li Bifeng I have read up to now sound very dissident at all. They are “just art”, so to speak. He could have published them, as a different person.

I am currently translating a long poem by Li Bifeng into English, and have translated several small texts into German. Two of these will appear in the literary journal Wienzeile this summer in bilingual fashion. The artist Sara Bernal is supporting the reading on June 3rd with a display of paintings.

What other texts will be read at Vienna University on June 3rd?

On May 3rd, 2013, we had a very interesting workshop and discussion at Vienna University’s East Asia Institute, on literature in Korea, China and Japan. It was initiated by Lena Springer, who invited Zhang Chengjue 張成覺, expert on the year 1957 and the so-called Anti-Rightists-Campaign in China. Zhang and Springer were inspired by Lu Xun expert Qian Liqun from Peking University, who called for research on the late 1950s in China across disciplines. The workshop in Vienna was about censorship, political changes, publishing conditions and (self-)perceptions of artistic quality. Professor Schirmer told us about a debate in South Korea 45 years ago, in 1968. A big-wig critic who became culture minister later published an essay, lamenting the lame state of Korean literature. A poet responded and said he had poems that could not be published, and his friends also had literature that could not be published because it would be considered dangerous, unstable, unsettling. 不穩。The critic said he didn’t understand. Surely good art would be independent of politics and would only need imagination and talent? Not so, the poet replied. Art is potentially unsettling, if it is powerful art at all. The critic didn’t get it again. Sounded very much like Prof. Kubin and his friends in China. Also like Taiwan 30 years ago, of course.

維也納大學遠東語言文化系在今年五月三日剛進行了文學討論會,主要談不同政權、時代的言論情況。張成覺講1957年中國『反右』,朝鮮半島語言文化系的人談了在二十幾年前在韓國的文學討論,有以後當文化部長的評論家寫文章大講韓語文學敗退,非常像顧彬對當代中國文學的廢話。有一位作家回答那以後當部長的評論家說他的抽屜裡有不能刊登的詩,而他朋友有不能出版的文章。那時候韓國聽起來像國民黨獨裁的台灣,書店有希特勒的書,但如果你家裡有馬克思你會下獄。不過那位作家不用這樣說,只需說他的詩不能刊登,因為好的文學從來都是『不穩』的 。

日本語文化系有人談當代日本語文學的討論,也有老頭藐視他後代的文學和比較年輕的作家談當地政治、社會問題跟文學的關聯。『年輕人』是沖縄県來的目取真俊, Medoruma, Shun, 1960.10.6 -。老頭是大江 健三郎。他支持研究大量沖繩島嶼人在二戰結束時被迫自殺的歷史真相。所以他一點都不像韓國的評論家支持維穩。只是藐視他後代的文學。日本語文化系還有其他人講日本三十年代初檢查雜誌和『伏字』的現象。

中文系魏格林教授介紹莫言的短篇《糧食》,以後進入了長篇《丰乳肥臀》。《糧食》和莫言自傳性的文章都證明他並不像美國林佩瑞教授所指的無視大躍進飢荒,反而承認自己像其他貧窮的農村孩子因為飢餓失去了自尊。除了進入軍隊喊主席萬歲沒有很多選擇。現在說不出來什麼反對制度的話難怪,制度給他寫作的機會已經那麼難得的。魏格林教授成功地證明談論莫言應該仔細讀他的小說。最近談論莫言這樣仔細的文章很少,希望快能出版。

中文系並且提供關於朦朧詩人北島、舒婷、顧城的感人講話,還有講《天雲山傳奇》這部電影的技術和觀眾成功的現象。 總共說非常值得組織遠東系一塊談文學,大榭張成覺,Lena Springer 和所有參加的專家!

最近五月底有兩種國際消息讓我想起文學和權利的聯繫。德國工會Verdi呼籲亞馬遜(Amazon.com)員工舉行罷工,藉此要求全球零售業龍頭提高基本薪資並改善夜班待遇。五月14日第一次罷工,五月27日又報告罷工通知。李必豐第一次被關起來因為六四。第二次因為在四川小城市組織罷工,阻擋交通。現在被關第三次,得了12年有期徒刑,好像要代替廖亦武。奧地利筆會支持德國亞馬遜員工的罷工:http://penclub.at/blog/2013/05/16/2139/

第二消息是絕食。美國关塔那摩湾拘押中心絕食消息讓我想起施明德《囚室之春》。台灣1947年二二八死了幾萬人,1991年才承認。小布什時代美國長得很醜陋的面孔,像獨裁者同樣一直公佈世界上只有一種歷史觀。廿世紀美國長期支持各種獨裁、虐待政權。無論什麼地方,社會多元化、實現底層、少數權利、都需要長期鬥爭。

Besides works by Li Bifeng, the reading for Li Bifeng in Vienna will include texts by Li Khin-huann (Taiwan), Shih Ming-te and Shih Ming-cheng (Taiwan), famous fiction writer Liu Zhenyun (Henan, Beijing), the female migrant worker poet Zheng Xiaoqiong (Dongguan), famous iconoclastic poet Yi Sha (Xi’an) and last but not least Zhao Siyun, whose poem for June 5th was introduced by Michael Day on the MCLC list in 2010. Maybe also “Farewell to the 20th century” by Song Tik-lai, if we have time. Or other stuff from Taiwan and other places.

無論怎樣,諾貝爾文學獎、和平獎十二年之內三次給中國人就是很大的機會。這次給主流作家,有矛盾。有矛盾就更加討論。像顧彬在艾未未被綁架的時候站在中國政府一邊,這樣的漢學家謝天謝地畢竟很少。馬悅然絕對不會這樣。

Liao Yiwu, Meng Huang and Maria Rosen: A performance in Stockholm

Mo Yan and Liao Yiwu

Stephane Hessel and the state of the air

Li Bifeng

5月 28, 2013
Painting by Sara Bernal (mixed media, 2013)

Painting by Sara Bernal (mixed media, 2013)

WORLDWIDE READING FOR LI BIFENG ON JUNE 4th, 2013
– in Cologne on June 5th, in Vienna on June 3rd (http://penclub.at/events/worldwide-reading-fur-li-bifeng/)

By calling for a worldwide reading on 4 June 2013 for the Chinese underground poet, Li Bifeng, the international literature festival berlin is demanding that the Chinese government release him from prison.

The poet and campaigner for democracy, Li Bifeng, wrote a report in 1998 about a courageous group of textile workers who blockaded a Chinese motorway and sent a video recording of it to foreign human rights organisations. In 1989, after he had been involved in the protest on Tiananmen Square and on the run for six months, Li Bifeng was captured and sentenced to twelve years imprisonment for ³economic crimes². In November 2012, the 48-year-old was sentenced to another 12 years, with no good reason, without evidence and despite worldwide protests. The authorities
suspect him of having helped his friend, the author Liao Yiwu and holder of the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade 2012, to escape to Germany in 2011.

In the short phases in which Li Bifeng has been able to write, he has written numerous poems, prose texts and plays as well as a novel. On the anniversary of the massacre on Tiananmen Square in Beijing, which took place on 4 June 1989, the Peter-Weiss Foundation for Art and Politics e.V. and the international literature festival berlin have initiated a
worldwide reading for Li Bifeng.
Appeal, texts by and about Li Bifeng: www.worldwide-reading.com,
http://libifeng2012.wordpress.com
Some new translations into English and German
1993libifeng

ANGER

5月 22, 2013

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AERGER
aerger noch aerger noch aerger noch aerger rauch aerger noch aerger noch aerger jedes jahr fuer jahrzehnte aerger organisation gegen organisation alle machen mit es gibt endlich nach 70 jahren am 8. mai in wien am heldenplatz einen sieg mit musik mit dem heer mit ueberlebenden mit einer freude von beethoven strauss einem tanz einem stolz

MW Mai 2013

aerger

SHORT

5月 22, 2013

KURZ

schlafen
kuessen
fliegen
verscheuchen
atmen
muessen

MW Mai 2013

SHORT

sleep
kiss
fly
die

MW May 2013

100 WOMEN WORKERS 郑小琼:女工

5月 15, 2013

Zheng Xiaoqiong
100 WOMEN WORKERS

3) YAO LIN

I am starting to understand the pain in my poems comes from myself
you don’t have the despair and confusion you are accustomed
working overtime sleeping getting paid sending money
going back home every year or two like a clockwork
you are used to the rhythm you came from a village in a different province
you didn’t face the bewildering city the temporary residence permit’s
iniquity didn’t think of putting down roots in the city
weren’t going to ponder anything a little more distant
or resist you are used to “government rules
or everyone does it that way” so they are always right
all those years being best friends but you could never
comprehend my anger and I could never understand
how you swallowed it all and kept silent “to dream is the greatest right of the age”
and exactly the opposite “why would you dream of anything unrealistic”
facing reality coming from the countryside I feel so
futile and helpless inappropriate alone sometimes
“life is about getting through every day” you tell me
we talk about outfits the weather distant Sichuan
or how we are going to go far in the factory
defective products. staying close to the factory’s wages… life
being used to repeat every day twenty-four hours
sixty minutes per hour this is life finding
work in the fields in the factory getting married giving birth
raising kids getting old like your parents your whole life
you never lose which means you never win it remains
to keep alive keep it simple breaking up endless repetitive
life being dull or pure I think of these words
and of your smile actually your life is getting less
peaceful worrying your husband far away
could he get out of hand and your kids might
obey less and less and your burden grows heavier
wearing you down sometimes you sit at the window
silent alone brooding
moments nobody notices

Tr. MW, spring 2013

3姚琳/ 我渐渐明白我诗歌中的痛苦来源于自身/ 你没有我描述中的迷茫与绝望 你已习惯了/ 上班 加班 睡觉 发工资 寄钱回家 / 一年或者两年回一次故乡 你像发条/ 习惯钟的节奏 你来自外省的乡村/ 没有面对城市的茫然 没有感受到暂住证/ 带来的屈辱 也没有想过在城市里落脚/ 对这些有点遥远的事物 你不去思考/ 也不去反抗 你习惯了“政府规定的/ 或者大家都要办” 它们就没有错/ 这么多年 尽管我们是最好的朋友/ 你无法理解我的愤怒 我也无法读懂/ 你的忍气吞声“梦想是时代最伟大的权利”/ 我们针锋相对“为什么要做不合实际的梦”/ 面对来自乡村的现实 我显得如此/ 徒劳与无力 有时会有不合适宜的孤独/ “生活的本身就是过日子” 你如此安慰我/ 我们谈论服饰 天气 遥远的四川/ 或者漫不经心地谈论工厂里的升职/ 次品 邻近工厂的工资……生活/ 它已习以为常地重复一天二十四小时/ 每小时六十分钟 就像人生 无非是/ 做事(打工或者种田)结婚 生子/ 养育小孩 像父母一样老去 这一生/ 没有所谓失败 也就没有胜利 只剩下/ 活着 你用简单瓦解无尽的繁复/ 平淡或者纯净的生活 我想起这些词/ 然后是你的微笑 其实你的生活也慢慢/ 失去了平静 你开始担心丈夫会不会/ 因为隔得太远而出轨 担心远在故乡的/ 孩子越来越不听话 生活的负担越来越重/ 压得你有些疲惫 有时你坐在窗口/ 沉默 孤独 并且有些忧郁 但是/ 这样的瞬间 无人关注

Zheng Xiaoqiong

100 ARBEITERINNEN

2) YAN Rong

Leben in täglichen Kleinigkeiten. Voller Rußgeruch.
Gewalt und Denken als zufällige Gewürze.
Die Gewalt des Beraubtwerdens hast du vergessen. Ich müh’ mich
Noch ab unterm Schatten des Denkens. Du sagst jedesmal
Das Leben mache dich viel zu müde. “Warum noch an diese Dinge denken”,
“Man kann ja doch nichts ändern. Die Realität macht nur Kopfschmerzen.”
Genau. In dieser gleichgültigen Welt. Sind wir
Winzig und schwach. All die Jahre. Hat jemand gelesen
Den Zorn und die Trauer in meinen Gedichten. Mir setzt man
Einen seltsamen Hut auf. Über das Denken und die Politik
Hab ich mir nie Gedanken gemacht. Aber zur Gerechtigkeit,
Ich kann nicht tatenlos zusehen. Es muss Aussichten geben.
Du beschwerst dich über mittlere Kader in der Fabrik.
Manchmal sind sie korrupt….Aber am Ende
Seufzt du immer und sagst: “Leider wissen ihre Vorgesetzten
Nichts davon. Sonst…. Damit wir nicht
Verzweifeln. Machen wir uns über unerreichbare Vorgesetzte
Schöne und gütige Gedanken. Bis irgendein Chef mit den Geldern durchbrennt
und dir noch drei Monate schuldet, dann bist du baff. Egal ob
Wir beraubt oder betrogen wurden. Wir stehen der Welt gegenüber
Voller Begeisterung und Vertrauen. Von Anhui bis Dongguan. Ganze sechs Jahre
Hast du lauter Fabriken gewechselt. Von Dongkeng bis Changping. Und Huangjiang
Wir waren nicht weit voneinander getrennt. Dein blinkendes Logo, wir haben gechattet,
Du hast mir dauernd etwas erzählt.
Dass die Fabrik bankrott ging. Dass die Bestellungen verschwanden.
Du hast mir erzählt, dass dein Chef, wegen der Wirtschaftskrise
Jeden Tag buckliger aussah. Du sagtest, als du ihn sahst,
Standest du deinem Vater gegenüber, im Feld nach der Missernte.

Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Frühling 2013

郑小琼:《女工》

2延容
生活是日常的琐碎 充满油烟味
暴力与思想是偶然的调味品
被抢劫的暴力你已忘记 我还在
思想的阴影下挣扎 你每次都说
活得太累 “为什么去想那些事情”
“又不能改变什么 让人头疼的现实”
是的 在这冷漠的世界 我们
如此弱小 这么多年 有人读着
我诗句中的愤怒与悲伤 给我戴上
奇怪的帽子 其实对于思想与政治
我一直漠不关心 但是对于正义
我无法视而不见 对未来要有眺望
你也抱怨工厂的中层干部的不公
有时会贪污谋私……但到了最后
你总会叹一口气说“可惜上面的老板
不知道这些 不然的话……”为了
不让自己绝望 我们对无法接触到的“上面”
保持善良而美好的想象 直到某天老板卷款逃跑
面对拖欠了三月工资你有些茫然 无论是
被抢劫或者受骗上当 我们对世界充满
热爱与信任 从安徽到东莞 整整六年
你不断换厂 从东坑到常平 到黄江
我们总相隔不远 QQ上有你闪动的头影
你会不断地告诉我一些事情
比如工厂的倒闭 订单的流失
你还跟我说你的老板 因为经济危机
日益佝偻下去的背影 你说你看到他
想起自己面对欠收 站在庄稼地的父亲

FEAR

5月 2, 2013
Painting by Sara Bernal (untitled, mixed media, 2013)

Painting by Sara Bernal (untitled, mixed media, 2013)

ANGST AND FEAR
– for Ernst Jandl

FEAR

fear. fear.
fear is. fear.
fear is a. fear.
fear is a bad. fear.
fear is a bad advisor. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in a. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in a cage. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in a cage and. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in a cage and cannot. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in a cage and cannot even. fear.
fear is a bad advisor, you lock yourself in a cage and cannot even pee. fear.
fear. fear.
fear is. fear.
fear is a. fear.
fear is a bad. fear.
fear is a bad advisor. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a tight. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a tight cage. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a tight cage and. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a tight cage and cannot. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a tight cage and cannot even. fear.
fear is a bad advisor in a tight dress in a tight cage and cannot even pee. fear.

MW    April 2013

fearANGST

angst. angst.
angst ist. angst.
angst ist ein. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter rat. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig ein. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig ein und. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig ein und kannst. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig ein und kannst nicht. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig ein und kannst nicht einmal. angst.
angst ist ein schlechter ratgeber, du sperrst dich in einen engen käfig ein und kannst nicht einmal pinkeln. angst.

MW    April 2013

angst2ANGST
angst. angst.
angst ist. angst.
angst ist eine. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen käfig. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen käfig und. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen käfig und kann. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen käfig und kann nicht. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen käfig und kann nicht einmal. angst.
angst ist eine schlechte ratgeberin in einem engen kleid in einem engen käfig und kann nicht einmal pinkeln. angst.

MW    April 2013

angst1

Different versions (click here)

tomb

打油詩

5月 2, 2013

LICHTBLAU
– für die taz, Xu Pei und Harry Heine

gut und böse, deutsch und china,
wenn es doch so einfach wär.
manchmal ist es wirklich einfach.
light is china. deutsch ist schwer.

dissonanz ist gut und wichtig,
harmonie ist selten echt.
deshalb ist das allermeiste,
was kubin sagt, falsch und schlecht.

denn er sagt ja stets dasselbe,
wenn man in die zeitung schaut.
in der forschung ist es anders.
was sich in der forschung staut,

was in vielen tausend jahren
dissonant war oder schön
ist halt nicht sehr kompatibel,
sieht man in die medien.

wer ist harmoniebedürftig,
wer ist forscher, dissident,
wer ist dichter, wer ist denker,
wer ist stiller, und wer rennt,

wer ist renitent und fuchtelt,
drängt sich stets ins rampenlicht,
ob in china oder deutschland,
wer ist prächtig, wer ein wicht?

gut und böse, deutsch und china,
wenn es doch so einfach wär.
manchmal ist es wirklich einfach.
blue is china. deutsch ist schwer.

廖亦武本來不想流亡。在中國沒工夫學德語,現在也許都沒工夫。寫作、關心李必豐、當大國敵人很費心。
Die Faszination der Wirtschaft, des Exotischen, der Kunst, der Literatur, der Wanderarbeiterinnen, der Bürger- und Menschenrechte. Die Faszination China/ Lenovo als Big Blue Chip/ Ai Weiwei/ Liu Xiaobo/ Liao Yiwu. Gao Xingjian, Liu Xiaobo, Mo Yan (und Liao Yiwu). Exil und Sprache, Dokumentation und Fiktion, Sprache(n) der unteren Schichten, der Kader, der SchriftstellerInnen drinnen und draußen. Ein mediensüchtiger Professor, der die Sinologie in die Klatschspalte der Nachrichten zerrt. Ein großer Forscher, Vermittler und eifriger Übersetzer als aufdringliche, absurd-komische Fußnote. Schweden und Norwegen sind für die heutige chinesische Literatur viel, viel wichtiger als Deutschland. Als Österreicher stört mich das naturgemäß ganz und gar nicht. Obwohl Deutschland durch die Popularität von Ai Weiwei und Liao Yiwu, in letzter Zeit wegen der Präsenz von und wegen des Preises für Liao Yiwu doch auch nicht unwichtig dasteht. Österreich und die Schweiz kommen sowieso nicht vor. Die Schriftstellerin Yu Luojin 遇罗锦 hat eine Zeitlang in Wien gewohnt, die Dichterin Shu Ting 舒婷 hat in Wien meine Frau und mich miteinander bekannt gemacht. Sheng Xue 盛雪 ist in Kanada. Und Hofmannsthal liegt in Wien begraben. Idol mancher, auch eines bekannten Sinologen. Großer Dichter, vor und im ersten Weltkrieg und nachher agitatatorisch zwischen Österreich und Deutschland gespalten. Von Stefan Zweig gepriesen, der Avantgarde hasste und faschistische Marschgruppen erst einmal faszinierend diszipliniert und schneidig fand, bevor er draufkam, wofür und wogegen sie waren. Avantgarde, Futurismus, Faschismus, Formalismus, Shklovski und Trotzki, Suprematismus, Stalinismus, Surrealismus, Pop-Art, Maoismus. Trakl, Rilke, Bei Dao, Ingeborg Bachmann, Paul Celan, Ernst Jandl, Erich Fried, Mira Lobe, Christine Nöstlinger, Elfriede Gerstl, Rosa Pock, Friederike Mayröcker, Marlen Haushofer, Christine Lavant, Hilde Spiel, Elfriede Jelinek, Robert Schindel, Maja Haderlap, Esther Dischereit, Josef Winkler. Lichtungen. Lichtblau.

YI SHA: Mount Luofu

4月 23, 2013

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Yi Sha
MOUNT LUOFU

god’s not in his temple.

god sits in the tourist cable car.
little girl blowing soap bubbles.
god sailing up to the peaks.
gold-rimmed bubble, little sun.

god’s in the shop halfway up.
rat’s brood in alcohol.
open the lid after a year –
kills with one bite. immortal snake.

dealers in demons. godless at heart.

(2012)

Tr. MW, April 2013

More from Yi Sha

Yi Sha in German

《罗浮山》

神不在庙里

神是坐在观光缆车上

吹肥皂泡的小女孩

神是飞向层峦叠嶂

小太阳般镶金边的泡泡

神是半山坡的小店里

泡在药酒里的老鼠崽

是泡了一年后揭开瓶盖

一口把人咬死的不死蛇精

装神弄鬼的人心中没有神

(2012)

Sichuan earthquake (Not again!)

4月 23, 2013

earthquake-rilkeR. M. Rilke

ERNSTE STUNDE

Wer jetzt weint irgendwo in der Welt,
ohne Grund weint in der Welt,
weint über mich.

Wer jetzt lacht irgendwo in der Nacht,
ohne Grund lacht in der Nacht,
lacht mich aus.

Wer jetzt geht irgendwo in der Welt,
ohne Grund geht in der Welt,
geht zu mir.

Wer jetzt stirbt irgendwo in der Welt,
ohne Grund stirbt in der Welt:
sieht mich an.

Aus: Das Buch der Bilder

INTERVIEW WITH A MADMAN: XING MIE 星灭三首

4月 23, 2013

Xing Mie (born 1975)
LYRIC POETRY

dog-fucking corn
dog-fucking football
dog-fucking weather
dog-fucking earthquake
dog-fuck society
dog-fuck bosses
dog-fuck reporters
dog-fucking kids
…………
we Sichuan people
open our traps
cursing at dogs
I have a little dog at home
too small to climb stairs
he’s not amused
one fine spring morning
barks up the day
lyric poetry
“barking in heat, dog-fucking creep!”
hardworking father wanting to sleep
I’m almost ready to add a few words
but what makes us bark?
not our dogs

2013-4-20
Tr. MW, April 2013

INTERVIEW WITH A MADMAN

That time at our paper,
Went to an interview.
Went on like this:
“Who are you?”
“Who are you?”
“Why did you kill him?”
“Why did you kill him?”
“Why are you here?”
“Why are you here?”
Went on forever.
Didn’t know what to do.
Suddenly his idiot laugh
Made me embarrassed.
“Number 13!”
“Present!”
“Take your medicine!”
“Yes!”
Doctor and patient
Curt, loud and clear
Immaculate white
All over the room
When I was leaving
He asked very friendly:
“What is your number?”
This is the question
I have kept asking
Myself for years.

2012-12-14
Tr. MW, April 2013

COCKS

if you don’t sing
you are a cock

skulls in the night gnashing their teeth
make your hair stand up on end

in your pupils, from the shadows
feathers hatching, wings unfurling

birdcalls drift above the city
rage against the gloomy forest

birdheads! crazed and cocky kids
twilight subjects, heaven’s rebels

2012-7-15
Tr. MW, April 2013

More from Xing Mie

Xing Mie (geb. 1975)

VOGELMENSCHEN

wer nicht singt
hat einen vogel

knirscht ein schädel in der nacht mit den zähnen
stehen dir heimlich die haare zu berge

aus den schatten in den pupillen
schlüpfen federn, werden flügel

vogelrufe treiben am himmel
gegen die trübe ragenden häuser

vogelmenschen! bunte schwänze
dunkle kinder, rebellen am himmel

2012-07-15

Übersetzt von MW, März 2013

Chinese originals

More from Xing Mie

ostermontag

4月 1, 2013

ostermontag

ostermontag ist schön.
man kann die autos zählen
man geht nach emmaus
klingt gar nicht hebräisch.
die meisten sind weg.
ich mein’ nicht die hebräer.
es gibt wirklich nicht viele.
da gibt es den schönberg.
das zentrum dort oben.
ostermontag ist schön.
am schwarzenbergplatz
den stalin umrunden
per roller, zu fuß.
der brunnen geht wieder.
und jemand spielt auf.
das kino spielt das paradies.
das kino kommt weg.
wir geh’n eh viel zu selten.
paradies hat drei teile.
sie heißen glaube, liebe, hoffnung.
ostermontag ist schön.

MW 1. April 2013

Liao Yiwu, Meng Huang, Maria Rosen: Performance in Stockholm

3月 31, 2013

Liao Yiwu reading his poem “The Massacre”, Meng Huang 孟煌 reading his “Letter to Liu Xiaobo in Prison” and Maria Rosén singing the Swedish folksong “Ballad from Roknäs”, 19th March 2013, 9 pm, Sergels Torg, Stockholm, Sweden

Click here for texts and lyrics in Chinese, and to access the FREE LI BIFENG 釋放李必丰 page:

1993libifengDVD and CD recordings of Liao Yiwu’s works, with texts in Chinese, English and German: Please click on the image below
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Click here for recent texts and speeches by Liao Yiwu.

two poems

3月 30, 2013

Pang Pei
庞培

爱来了,午夜也已临近
我们像两个掘墓人
偶尔在荒野碰见,互相
给对壮胆,赞美死亡

2005

More poems by Pang Pei

 

Schwarzenbergplatz, waiting for streetcar 71

One call
One pine
One snowy path
The wind in the pine
The pines on the square
The crows in the air
The snow all around
The monument. To end the war.
As futile as easter.
Quite lasting, you know.
The sun from afar.

MW. March 27, 2013

Three pictures, one Chinese Dream

3月 20, 2013

Ask not what Quan Ju De Peking Duck restaurants can do for you, ask what you can do for Quan Ju De Peking Duck restaurants!
Quan Ju De
“Dear reporters, after today’s press conference, you will believe in God.”
Life of Pig

Bloggers, and the Government, Respond to Pig Crisis

Father likes to take a nap…

From New Century Poetry Canon, compiled by Yi Sha 伊沙
Take a nap

Xing Mie

father likes to take a nap

father was born in 1949.
he always liked to fall asleep.
especially now
he dozes off all the time.
it’s like he never wakes up.
actually, mother says
when father was young,
he was very active at the unit.
went there early, came back late.
then, after 10 years of confusion
he never woke up again.
even when he sleeps
his eyes are half open.
2012-05-07
Tr. MW, March 2013

And here are two more pictures. Waiting for a miracle, doing crazy things in the meantime. Like going shopping.

Photo by Kai Strittmatter

Photo by Kai Strittmatter

Photo by Kai Strittmatter

Photo by Kai Strittmatter

Or taking to the streets. Last autumn, all through the first chairmen transition period, China was full of demonstrations and looting because of an island dispute. One Politbureau contender had stumbled over his wife and his police chief. Populist mobilizer for Maoist songs. Then they came up with the Chinese Dream. Same ducks, same colors.

Anti-JapanBoycott sushi! Defend Quan Ju De Peking Duck Restaurant!

the life that sprouts

3月 11, 2013

3Leo

wee

little wee gets up to play
we are more than what we are
sometimes we may call it god
wee may call as soon as twelve
sometimes we may call it light
wee may call as soon as two
wee may always call at night
little wee wakes up to cry
we are less than what we are
wee may sleep as soon as noon
sometimes we may call it god
wee may call as late as eight
sometimes we can see the light
wee can call us any time
sometimes we can feel the night
sometimes wee can be alright

October 2007

頑張る

Second Anniversary of the 2011 Japan Earthquake

hold it

(quakes, tsunamis, nuclear threats …)

the days of the blossoms
the yellow the white
the shoots and the air
and the birds and the bees
the flies and the beetles
the earth and the trembling
the cars that come floating
the buildings come tumbling
the life that sprouts

MW March 2011

innehalten

(fuer japan, yunnan, burma …)

die tage die blueten
die spitzen die gruenen
die weissen die gelben
die bienen die fliegen
die wogen die steigen
die wagen die treiben
die erde die bebt und
das leben das keimt

MW Maerz 2011

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d1/ToriiAndWreckage.jpg

TIME TO SAY NO!

3月 8, 2013

No

Time To Say No! is an initiative inspired by Malala Yousafzai. There is a presentation in Brazil today. Yesterday there was a press conference and poetry reading in Vienna, organized by Austrian PEN. Time to Say No! is about rights. Education and dignity, which means not to be violated, are basic rights of all human beings. We heard female writers from Kenya, Sudan, Iran, India, Bulgaria, a wonderful male voice from former Yugoslavia, Austrian voices: Philo Ikonya, Ishraga Hamid, Sarita Jemanani, Boško Tomašević, Dorothea Nürnberg…. And two poems from China. The first one was “YOUR RED LIPS, A WORDLESS HOLE你空洞無聲的欲言紅唇 by Sheng Xue 盛雪, English translation by Maiping Chen and Brenda Vellino, German translation by Angelika Burgsteiner. The second poem from China was Lily’s Story 丽丽传 by Zhao Siyun 赵思云. The book Time To Say No, edited by Philo Inkonya and Helmuth Niederle, also contains poems by Ana Schoretits, Chantelle Tiong 张依蘋, Hong Ying 虹影, Reet Kudu, Wu Runsheng 吴润生  and many, many others.

Mo Yan 莫言 and Liao Yiwu 廖亦武

3月 4, 2013

Mo Yan corn

無論怎樣,諾貝爾文學獎、和平獎十二年之內三次給中國人就是很大的機會。這次給主流作家,有矛盾。有矛盾就更加討論。像顧彬在艾未未被綁架的時候站在中國政府一邊,這樣的漢學家謝天謝地畢竟很少。馬悅然絕對不會這樣。

In December 2012, after Mo Yan’s Nobel lecture, they had heated discussions in Sweden, for example between Göran Sommardal and Björn Wiman. Liao Yiwu told me about it. You can read the articles in Swedish or Chinese (萬之譯) …

I also wrote a blog post about Mo Yan and ideology in early December, after the school massacre in Connecticut.

Liao Yiwu 廖亦武 is going to visit  Sweden this month (March 2013). He wrote another open letter to Göran Malmqvist. I have copied it here, along with a recent speech he held in Hamburg. In the open letter, Liao mentions a new song by the Chinese punk group Pangu 盤古.

Recently, I have translated essays and poems by Shi Mingde (Shih Ming-te) 施明德 and his brother Shi Ming-zheng 施明正, Li Khin-huann 李勤岸, Song Tik-lai 宋澤萊, Zhan Che 詹澈 and Yi Sha 伊沙. All of it has to do with resistance.

Stephane Hessel and the state of the air. A chat with Beijing.

2月 28, 2013
Baum am Donaukanal

photo by Sara Bernal

Chat with an old friend in Beijing who works in Chinese media. Thursday, Feb. 28, 2013 7:50 am GMT

hello dear

bonjour. 早上好。

how are you ??

還可以
你好嗎?
空氣很臭嗎?

feeling nauseated, pollution is above maximum level again
855 right now

他們兩會喘氣一點也好

disgusting

+o(

you know the article i translated a few days ago to tackle the pollution? they want to forbid the barbecues !!

*^o)

like 羊肉串?

dui !!

太可笑

可悲

the state of the air is the state of the art of ruling the country. we had a guy from shanghai here at the university yesterday, there is a un conference on middle east in the city, and he is a chinese expert on jews in china and relations to middle east. very pragmatic, realist guy, sounds like some of his israeli friends. we don’t want another libya chaos, so we veto.

😐

but who are they defending in the security council? sudan was massacring their own people. China supports any regime that suppresses their own population by military means.

yeaah, so now it is too late for the international community to shine, and the ones who help in Syria are the radical islamist, Al qaida etc..

exactly.

when the war will be over, do we really want an other country ruled by Al Qaida, because china did not want chaos ?
such short term vision
lets not forget the dearest firend poutine
such a nice guy to help his economy by boosting the weapons and jets industry

yes. the chinese love to cooperate on weapons with israel and do all sorts of research. he likes to talk about such things. but nobody asked tough questions. stephane hessel died two days ago in france, wasn’t it? the old guy who survived the nazis and inspired recent civil movements. it’s not easy. arab spring was risky. doesn’t look good now, on the whole.

yes, he passed away, just learned about it a few minutes ago, i just cried watching the news

every revolution takes time, the french one lasted more than 20 years
to really settle down

the name arab spring comes from prague spring 1968. there are always risks with popular movements for democracy from the bottom up. participation, human rights, civil rights, civil society.

but the good thing in the chaos in egypt and algeria and tunisia, is that now, people know they can make a difference, and wont take bullshit and abuse like sheep

so, all those who just had personal ambitions are aware that they too can be put down by civilians if they don t act according with the will of the people.

yes. two and a half years ago it looked like mubarak and gaddafi etc. would rule forever.

it will take time, but in the end, we, the basic people all want the same: quiet, freedom, work, and education for the kids

it was more convenient for everybody to support the status quo.

for us, china, eu, diplomats….

you are right. to be left in peace by the government, to have basic rights and freedom, to have work, and education for the kids. in tibetan. in mongolian. in uighur. etc. not very difficult.

Mao_pollution

你好吗?

不怎么好

头疼 头晕

那今天好好休息。。。

空气怃然挺厉害

没有办法休息没

http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_68d111990101afbr.html

https://erguotou.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/lilis-story/

i was horrified by the story of Lili

i sent it to my friends and colleagues

it’s very disgusting. the poem is from last october. it didn’t look as if she would get justice. remarkably well-written report in the newspaper when you follow the link., very detailed.

my chinese is too bad to understand the original text, but i will have some of my colleagues help me understand. I am getting ready for the NPA and CCPPC. 3 weeks with no day of for this occasion.

at austrian PEN-club they have a special activity Time To Say No. Started after Malala was shot in Pakistan. I am helping them with Chinese texts. http://www.penclub.at/

One Chinese writer who lives in Canada sent a much more horrible poem than Lily’s Story. Very good poem, too. Her name is Sheng Xue 盛雪. I can send it to you, if you like. Women’s day on March 8 is a good occasion to pay attention to the real world.

yes, please, it is always good to make people aware of these facts

too many people with power still think they can get away from their acts, thank god internet is there so nobody forgets

寄給你 8:22:16 AM Sending of “Sheng Xue.doc” http://blog.boxun.com/hero/201202/shengxue/7_1.shtml

Oh my god, that’s awful

i can’t stand injustices like that

i can’t stand that these murderous pigs can get away with it !!

i am not for violence, but sometimes i think …

:@

please send it around, if you like.

i will

the english translation is not bad. but the original is even better.

or worse, of course.

i passed them around

what are your colleagues saying? Maybe they know some of the names in the poem by Sheng Xue. I didn’t know the names, but it sounds very real.

i did not hear anything from my colleagues

i guess many chinese just prefer to ignore that kind of things

like the ostrich digging its head in the sand

at least one or two of the names in the poem by Sheng Xue would get results even in English at Google or Baidu. Lily’s Story was reported in China. Even in newspapers, though not very big.

i think the more they hear about this kind of things, the more rebellious they will be towards those jerks

yes. but it isn’t big news every day. the pollution is. that’s the good thing about it. easy to say for me when I don’t smell it right now.

2月 26, 2013

baum

sie haben den baum vorm fenster gefällt
ich weiss nicht warum
er liegt noch herum
sie standen beisammen im hof und sprachen
von polizei und so sachen
ich fragte nicht nach
wir sind nachbarn im anderen haus
es geht uns nichts an
es war nur der baum
unlängst haben sie sträucher gerodet
da ist eine gesprungen
und eine weile liegengeblieben
hat man dann erfahren
sie haben den baum vorm fenster gefällt
es steht noch ein kleiner gestutzter
und bald kommt der efeu der wilde wein
und was rotes das klettert
und noch weisse sträucher
der baum war alt
er hat halt geblüht
von uns aus gesehen das schönste im hof
jetzt gibt es mehr licht
man sieht in der richtung die serbische kirche
und weniger nester vielleicht

MW    Feb. 2013

___________________________________________________________________

zug

ein gedicht ist ein zug
eine abweichung
trug dich ein zug
ein verbotener
konntest du aufatmen
schmecken nachdenken
war es genug

MW    Feb. 2013

Mo Yan corn
mehr züge 吸引

reden 言

abstimmung 票決

frühlingsschnee 伊沙 《春雪》

drache ade 告別龍年

wiedersehen 告別

not 莫

many-coloured days

vacation 假日

coffee-house at the end of the world 最後的咖啡館

toys and the frost

Mo Yan 莫言

ideology 意識形態

distance studies 距離學

300 Recent Chinese poems 新詩三百首中英對照

The Nobel 諾貝爾獎

Dieses Leben 今生

Mo Yan’s old house 莫言故居

Lai Hsiangyin and Chen Kohua in Vienna 賴香吟、陳克華

Mo Yan and Murakami 莫言、村上春樹

Lili

Lily’s Story 赵思运//丽丽传/

Moroccan Fountain 摩洛哥噴泉

Moon From Train

Punks, empathy and torture: Pussy Riot in China and Vienna

Wang Wei: Abschied 王維-送別

Murong Xuecun, Yu Hua, Liu Zhenyun, Bob Dylan and Rivers of Bablyon 慕容雪村、余華、劉震云、流行音樂

Flying over the sea, quietly 顏峻

poetry and music 詩、歌

BIRDS OF PASSAGE

2月 13, 2013

Happy year of the snake! How are you doing? I have just finished translating an essay on bonsais in jail. From Chinese into German. Spring in a Prison Cell, by Shi Mingde (Shih Ming-te) 施明德, written in August 1989. He was Taiwan’s Liu Xiaobo. Released in the early 1990s, after 25 years in jail. Nearly executed in 1980 after organizing the Formosa protests. Arrested again in 1997, campaigning for direct presidential elections. Organized protests against corruption in 2006.
His older brother Shi Mingzheng died in a hunger strike in August 1988.

If you feel like it, please tell me how you like the following poem. Or the translation. Shorter words are easier to fit in a rhythm.

Have a good year!

Martin

 

Shi Mingzheng (1982)

BIRDS OF PASSAGE

Yes, we are September birds, arriving
on this western pacific island, panting;
marveling at the island’s beauty;
riding the breeze, changing into the foam, soaring over Green Island’s blue skies

We have wings to adore.
We don’t need passports or border controls.
We don’t have professions or housing,
picking grain anywhere, sleeping where we can rest.

We don’t have jails, no informing and framing,
no scaffolds or labor camps, no exploitation.
We eat what we find, at most we have children exploiting their parents.
We don’t have assassinations.

And so we don’t have police and informers.
We don’t have thugs performing as agents.
We have the freedom you people are craving, but if you catch us
We end up on sticks for your peace-loving teeth.

Tr. MW, Feb. 2013

施明正 (1982)

候鳥

是的,我們是九月的候鳥到達
西太平洋的孤島,我們喘息
我們羨慕島嶼的美麗風光
我們駕著和風,化成浪花,在綠島的藍空翻騰

我們長著令人羨慕的翅膀
我們不必護照,我們隨時翻騰人造的國境
我們沒有職業,沒有房屋
可是到處是糧,隨地是家

我們沒有牢獄,沒有告密、誣告
沒有死刑、勞役、剝削
我們自找自吃,頂多只在兒時剝削過雙親的口糧
當然,我們也沒有暗殺

因此我們也就沒有線民與警察
更沒有冒充特務的流氓
我們雖有人類羨慕的自由,可是佈著陷阱
把我們考成一串鳥仔疤的,竟是高呼自由與和平的人

UNITED IN SOLIDARITY. 聯合抗議拜新年。HAPPY YEAR OF THE SNAKE! 祝大家蛇年快樂!

2月 9, 2013

《新诗典》以本诗为天下苍生祈福! //@老纪微波:抄送@长安伊沙
In bloom in the chanting
Zhan Che
Chanting sutras, blossoms opening
– stopping by the shrine of the Le Sheng Old People’s Home
[to be demolished]

100 year old banyan tree stretching its roots
sunlight in the wind tipping millions of leaves
some kind of music comes from these instruments
from strings and keys
from hairs and tongues
lepers kneeling before Buddha statues
wrists without hands
wrists that had knives tied to them for cutting vegetables
wrists, mallets tied to them beating wooden fish
– wooden fish swimming in sounds of bells
sounds of bells swimming in rain

those fish without noses
bats with no eyes
earthworms with no hands or feet
by the sound of those wooden fish
growing into whatever they planted
osmanthus smiles magnolia
scents through their four elements six roots of desire
through their five sensory organs in forms of flowers
scents drawing in sutra chanting
in the unseen world –
from their deformed hands feet noses lips
growing twigs and leaves
osmanthus blossoms magnolia smiles
smiling bodhisattvas
in scents of sandalwood and flowers
lighting lanters to walk through the night

but they will be banished by rigid laws
this cultural heritage for all mankind fits into
colonial history public health human rights
they are helpless in this official-commercial structure
but they will take to the streets kneeling and praying
with their deformed blood-swollen hands and feet
kneeling praying entreating towering authorities
bringing their muttering whispering groaning
flower scents and chanting sutras
drip into memory drop in the rain

Published in Unitas Daily (Taiwan) June 23, 2006
http://www.wretch.cc/blog/htycy/4055637

Tr. MW Febr. 9, 2013

詹撤
在梵唱中開花
-駐足於樂生療養院佛堂邊

【2006/06/23 聯合報】 【詹澈】

百年榕樹還在往下伸長鬚根
陽光在風中翻動百千萬計的樹葉
有一種音樂來自那些根鬚與葉片的樂器
那些弦和鍵
那些髮和舌
那些跪在佛像前的痲瘋病患者
用沒有手掌的手腕
綁過菜刀切菜的手腕
綁著木槌敲著木魚
──木魚游在鐘聲裡
鐘聲遊在雨絲中

那些沒有鼻的魚
沒有眼的蝙蝠
沒有手和腳的蚯蚓
都在木魚鐘聲中
長成他(她)們植栽的桂花 玉蘭花 含笑
花香瀰漫在他(她)們的四大與六根
他(她)們的五官有了各種花的形狀
香氣隱隱引著誦經聲
冥冥中──
從他(她)們殘缺的手掌腳趾鼻脣裡
長出了樹枝與樹葉
開出了桂花 玉蘭花與含笑
含笑的佛菩薩們
在檀香與花香交融中
點亮了暗夜前行的路燈

然而他(她)們將被僵化的法令遷徒
這合於人權的 殖民史的 公衛史的
人類共有的文化古蹟 一群與建築
在官商結構中弱弱無依
然而他(她)們將要去跪拜遊行
用殘缺的紅腫膿血的手腳
向著尖聳的權勢跪拜懇求
帶著噥噥喃喃 嘸嘸唔唔的
在雨聲中滴答著記憶的梵唱與花香

WHITE SNOW BLACK CROWS

2月 5, 2013

Yi Sha

White Snow Black Crows

Beijing morning. Iron Lion’s Grave.

It has snowed all night.

Stepping on a field of white

walking deep into the campus,

suddenly –

sounds of attack.

A commando of crows

at my feet filling the deck

of this aircraft carrier.

Oh, white snow black crows

like God’s own picture,

make me rub my hands,

breathe at my fingers

before rolling it up

to take it away.

December 2012

Tr. MW Jan. 2013

伊沙

《白雪乌鸦》

北京,铁狮子坟的早晨

刚下过一夜的雪

我脚踏一片洁白

朝着校园深处行进

忽然间

扑楞楞几声响

一个飞行小队的乌鸦

落满我脚下航母的甲板

哦,白雪乌鸦

仿佛上帝的画作

让我搓着手

呵着热气

准备将它卷起来

带走

2012。12

 This post is from Yi Sha’s Sina blog. Iron Lion’s Grave 铁狮子坟 is the bus stop at the east gate of Beijing Normal University 北京师范大学。 White Snow Black Crows Bai xue wu ya 《白雪乌鸦》 is the title of a novel by Chi Zijian 迟子建 that came out in 2012, about a plague outbreak in Harbin 100 years ago that claimed over 60.000 lives. Didn’t know about this novel when I first saw the poem, only after I had translated it. Don’t even know if Yi Sha thought of the novel when he wrote the poem. There was some sarcasm on Weibo about the “new” aircraft carrier in the last two months. Pictures of dilapidated schools in the mountains without even benches to sit on, but the national aircraft carrier is introduced. See also this post by Chinaavantgarde. I recently translated Spring Snow 《春雪》,another poem by Yi Sha that was printed in the Neue Zürcher Zeitung.

drache ade 别龍年

1月 28, 2013

Beijing

drache ade

der mond ist ungeheuer oben.
der drache ist bald nicht mehr da.
am spielplatz sehen wir noch den mond.
es war ein schoener nachmittag
mit kleinem bob im belvedere.
der schnee ist jetzt schon laenger da.
die rampe bei den stufen rechts
wenn man hinaufgeht. leo fuhr
auf maias kleinem leichtem bob
vom schiurlaub in kaernten noch.
es war ein schoener ruhiger platz
und niemand stoerte sich an uns.
und eine mexikanerin.
der erste schnee, ganz frisch in wien
mit ihrem freund. der kann gut deutsch
er wohnt auch hier. sie fragten uns
und leo liess sie einmal fahren
und sogar beide je einmal.
der mond ist ungeheuer oben
ein bisschen hoeher als im herbst.
der letzte mond im drachenjahr
das fruehlingsfest ist heuer spaet
es kommt am zehnten februar
der mond ist ungeheuer oben
ein bisschen hoeher als im herbst.
das drachenjahr war ganz ok
mehr wasser als beim letzten mal
es rannte damals jiang zemin
mit fackel in die neue zeit
auf dem milleniumsmonument
jetzt gibt es schon den xi jinping
viel wichtiger: es gibt mo yan
man ahnte beides lang davor
beim letzten mal wars gao xingjian
das war im letzten drachenjahr
recht lang ists her. 12 jahre frueher
da war ich in taiwan
die 80er jahre
das letzte jahr vor 89
hat da shen congwen noch gelebt?
der haett es auch noch fast gekriegt
in stockholm, aus des koenigs hand
fuer literatur aus den vierziger jahren
und dreissiger jahren. vor 49.
jetzt gibts in deutschland liao yiwu
aus taiwan kamen lai hsiangyin
und chen kohua unlaengst nach wien
in taiwan ist viel hoffnung da
in china ist die luft recht dick
der mond ist ungeheuer oben
ein bisschen hoeher als im herbst
das drachenjahr war ganz ok
mehr wasser als beim letzten mal
in peking wars sogar zuviel
im juli, mit ertrunkenen.
zum abschluss wurde es sehr kalt
am ende kam ein schlimmer smog.
war es ein gutes drachenjahr?
ich weiss es nicht. wir sind in wien
in wien gibts haeupl weiterhin
und bundesheer. an seinem platz
und wenigstens nicht fuer den krieg.
der mond ist ungeheuer oben
den fluechtlingen ist ziemlich kalt
vor 20 jahren: lichtermeer
ich war in china. doch davor
nach 89 bald danach
war ich in wien. da war der loeschnak an der macht.
der cap war auch schon funktionaer.
das boot war voll. das sagte wer.
es gab die plakate
gesetze statt hetze
als auslaenderhetze.
das als das das statt war
das wollte ich kleben
auf alle plakate. in einer nacht.
ein bisschen wie bei ai weiwei.
ich hatte nicht genuegend freunde.
dann kam der krieg. jugoslawienkriege.
und ich war in shanghai.
dann war ich zivildiener, lehrer
fuer fluechtlinge aus bosnien.
doch nur weil ich wollte.
der grissemann hat nichts getan.
vielleicht aber spaeter.
es gibt nichts gutes. man tut es.
von kaestner. wie war das?
dann ging ich nach wuhan.
und spaeter nach chongqing.
dazwischen war rumaenien.
wir lernten und lehrten.
wir kamen nach peking.
und jackie ging zum militaer.
militaer in der botschaft.
und alles ganz friedlich.
und ich uebersetzte
dann waren schon die kinder da.
der mond ist ungeheuer oben
ein bisschen hoeher als im herbst
der letzte mond im drachenjahr.
ich muss jetzt endlich schlafen gehen.

MW Sa., 26. Jaenner 2013

SPRING SNOW 春雪

1月 22, 2013

Yi Sha
Yi Sha

SPRING SNOW

when I was prepared
to enter spring
it snowed again

every snow
brings good feelings
makes me pray

dear god
for suicides tomorrow morning
let it snow once more
they need it

2005
Tr. MW 2013/1

伊沙

春雪

在我做好了準備
走進春天的時候
又下了一場雪

每一場雪
都會帶來好心情
它讓我祈禱–

老天爺
為明天早上的自殺者
在下一場吧
他們需要

2005

2008年开始翻译了几首,瑞士NZZ他们要很短的,所以最近给他们寄 《春雪》等等,从《尿床》一本台湾版选几首最短的。有《精神病患者》、《感恩的酒鬼》、《致敬》、《我想杀人》、《鸽子》等等。也许他们还会登出一两。 2008年偶尔读《雪天里的几种事物》,很喜欢,翻译了以后寄给报刊,他回答说很喜欢,不过一直未登出,太长。译文可以查看在这里

More poems by Yi Sha in German

Yi Sha became well-known in the 1990s for acerbic remarks on other poets. He has been widely criticized himself. Spring is a time of hope. The Chinese moon year begins with Spring Festival, the biggest holiday of the year. Typically for Yi Sha, this poem sounds rather mundane, laconic and depressing, dashing most expectations connected with poetry.  The line “For suicides tomorrow morning” is a little truncated in my German version that was printed in the Neue Zürcher Zeitung (see image). “Für die Selbstmörder von morgen” makes a better rhythm than “Für die Selbstmörder von morgen früh”. In English I wasn’t tempted to leave out the morning. But you could say “dear god/for suicides in the morning/ let it snow once more.” In German there is something like a rhyme within the first two lines. When I was prepared/ To stride into spring/ it snowed again. Does it sound better this way in English too? You decide.
Why did I pick this particular poem? I didn’t pick it for publication. Andreas Breitenstein at NZZ (Neue Zürcher Zeitung) likes to print poems whenever he can wrangle a little space in any particular day’s edition. They have to be short. I had translated another poem by Yi Sha about snowfall in 2008. Mr. Breitenstein liked it, but it was too long. So I looked through Yi Sha’s collection Niao Chuang 尿床 (Wetting the bed), published in Taiwan in 2009. It’s a very nice edition. Huang Liang 黃梁, a critic in Taiwan, has brought out two ten-volume Series of Mainland Avantgarde Poetry 大陸先鋒詩叢, in 1999 and 2009. A great resource.  I just picked some of the shortest poems in there.

Abstimmung 票決

1月 20, 2013

Für Zivildienst. Und ein Bundesheer mit breiter Bevölkerungsbasis. Wenn überhaupt ein Heer. Aber zur Polizei hab ich kaum Vertrauen. Wir sind neutral. Nicht bei der NATO. Vertrau ich der Polizei? Warum soll ich einem Berufsheer vertrauen? Wir gehen jetzt zur Flüchtlingsdemo. 13:30 beim Volkstheater. Bis dann, alles Gute. Martin Both females  Bock.jpg large Beim Seiteneingang BarBusch

We had a vote about our military in Austria on the weekend. And a demonstration for refugees on hunger strike. Complete with a huge Sachertorte. For the protesters. In commemoration of the “Lichtermeer” against racism and xenophobia in Vienna 20 years ago. I didn’t know if I was going to vote, on Sunday morning. So I got Jackie to call our old friend, Gen. A., her employer in Beijing. The Social Democrats wanted to abolish the draft. But some prominent Social Democrats wanted to keep it, incl. the president. General A. is Social Democrat. But he said if the draft is abolished, they will only get certain segments of the population as recruits. You can do all sorts of other things instead of going to the army. Work in a hospital, teach German to refugees (what I did), even go to Qiqiha’er 齊齊哈爾 for a year. (Here is another report in German, translated from 齊齊哈爾日報)。 It’s not that bad if every healthy young man is required to do something for the community. That was my reasoning. When I did that alternative community service thing, we had to do some training at first for being able to help in case of floods, storms etc. That boat thing was fun. The guy in our group whose parents were in the far-right Freedom Party volunteered and was the first to try and row to an island in the icy Danube. Boat leaked. He didn’t get very far. They sent him to hospital. He was ok. Later on he had to teach German to refugees, helping me. He wasn’t bad, they liked him. He really tried, and I’m quite sure his attitude to refugees etc. changed.

reden

1月 15, 2013

Image

speech and rain

speech is swept by wind in winter
swept away by wind and gone

speech would hardly help in summer
hardly help against the sun

speeches held by storms in springtime
storms in springtime hold no speech

speech will come in fall in beijing
speech in beijing, always late

MW    June 2012, Vienna

See also https://erguotou.wordpress.com/reden/

Every country or region has repressed issues. 有時候被壓抑的事偶爾出頭。奧地利前內政部長剛被判4年徒刑。 A 14-year old boy was shot dead for breaking into a supermarket in Austria in 2009. The policeman who ran after him and shot him in the back is still on duty. The facade of the Konzerthaus in Vienna says “Honor your German masters and ban good spirits”. Whom or what did they ban in the 1930s and 1940s? This poem is from Beijing. We lived in Beijing 1999-2008.

Image

Photo by Andreas Landwehr, dpa

reden (und sonnenschein)

reden fegt der wind im winter
fegt der wind im winter weg

reden hilft bei starker sonne
hilft bei starker sonne kaum

reden haelt der sturm im fruehjahr
haelt der sturm im fruehjahr nicht

reden kommt im herbst in beijing
kommt in beijing oft zu spaet

MW    Dezember 2007, Beijing

http://blogs.yahoo.co.jp/dujuan99nihon/5984001.html

德語雨regen和說話、言論、發言reden很像。07年跟在歐洲的家人溝通有問題而想到这首。

北京12年七月洪水記得嗎?

regen

北京周围從來缺乏雨水。全國缺乏很多言論。

1

unser land

FAREWELL – Song Tik-lai 宋澤萊

1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

NOT

1月 7, 2013

Please click on the image

Mo1

My favourite comments on Mo Yan in the last few months are in the article by Liu Jianmei (刘剑梅), published in FT Chinese on Dec. 11 and posted on the MCLC list on Dec. 19. The title asks something like ‘Does literature still work like a shining light?’ Maybe my translation is not too bright. Should literature be a shining lantern? That’s one of the questions in Liu’s article. Literature and art were thought of as relevant to society and the nation in the 1980s. Liu talks about different approaches and relationships of life and art. Mo Yan deserves careful reading, just like Yan Lianke and Lu Xun. Nothing more or less. Liu uses “Save the cildren”, the last line from Lu Xun’s Diary of a Madman, for a close look into Mo‘s works as well as Yan Lianke’s latest novel Four Books (not published in Mainland China). The main characters of Republic Of Wine and Frogs are unable to save the children, like Lu Xun’s narrator. Republic of Wine features cannibalism and a riotous carnival of language. It’s my favorite among Mo Yan’s novels, along with The Garlic Ballads.

What is art? What is it for? A little more than 100 years ago now, the Dadaists (in voluntary exile in Switzerland and other places) concocted a virtual antidote to the First World War. Words, ordinary and exalted speech, had lost any meaning in the collective carnage. Not much later, Hu Shi, Zhou Zuoren, Lu Xun etc. attempted to change the Chinese language, in written form and on stage. Yomi Braester shows in Witness Against History how Lu Xun’s most famous passages retain ambiguities that belie any straight nationalist reading, even if the author himself would have read them that way. I like the crazed language of the Madman. Republic of Wine, more experimental than any other works by Mo (to my knowledge), goes into that direction. In Bei Dao’s Rose of Time (Shijian de meigui), a collection of essays that appeared in Shouhuo (Harvest) magazine in the early 2000s, when Bei slowly became acceptable in China again, he writes about Pasternak and Mandelstam. In his youth, Pasternak praised Stalin. Later he tried to extricate other writers from the Gulag, with mixed success. Mandelstam believed in Communism all the way to his death in a labor camp. Bei Dao doesn’t say that. But the chapter on Pasternak invokes Russian Formalism and Structuralism that grew out of the abortive 1905 revolution. Art makes reality appear strange and different, enabling the spectator to perceive it more clearly. And the flag of art is always different from the flag on the citadel.

Republic of Wine is wilder than the real Mo Yan on the Nobel stage. When the real Mo (sounds funny, doesn’t it? The real NO, or the real NOT, like NOT A WORD), when the real Mo Yan talked about his mother, I was moved. It sounded like my grandmother in rural Austria around 1920. Sometimes she couldn’t go to school in winter because she had no shoes. But Mo Yan also said his mother was afraid he would “leave the collective” with his storytelling. Qunti 群体, the masses, the collective, could that be called an example of Mao wenti or Mao-ti, Mao-Speak in this usage? Actually not, qunti 群體 is an older word, could have been used by Li Dazho and other founders of the Chinese Communist Party, before Mao, Prof. Weigelin told me recently here in Vienna. She was right, I encountered qunti in another text I liked very much, was it by Yu Hua? Anyway, I was rather baffled when Perry Link related how a mother would tell her child on the bus to “jianchi 堅持”, to hold it until the driver could stop and let the child out to go to take a leak. Would “jianchi” really sound strange outside of Mainland China? But the discussions about Mao-style are still relevant – Mo Yan is an establishment figure nowadays, and generates critique of China’s established system in general.
I was a little surprised when Chinese critics of Mo Yan talked about the carnivalesque language in his novels. As if you had to be careful not to lose yourself in there. I did think of Mikhail Bakhtin and his concept of carnival in Dostoyevsky’s novels when I read Republic of Wine. But as far as I remember, Bakhtin had defended language and storytelling that would sound strange and crazy, as opposed to Socialist Realism. So when was Mo Yan’s writing first associated with carnival? Maybe in the 1980s? And how did this association evolve?
A few days after the recent massacre in a primary school in Connecticut, Ross Douthat in the New York Times talked about Dostoyevsky’s Brothers Karamazov. Although Dostoyevsky was a Christian, Douthat says, the senseless cruelty against children in the novel is just cruelly senseless, there is no “rhetorical justification of God’s goodness”. You have to look at the behaviour of characters who show “Christian love” to find any counterpoint. Below this op-ed, there are 121 reader’s comments, all within one day. Many say they want to talk about guns, not literature.
What is literature for? Why is there a Nobel for literature, but not for music or fine art? Or films? Nobels make for debate. Very much debate, in this case. Great.

VIELFARBIGE TAGE

1月 7, 2013

Family masks

VIELFARBIGE TAGE
(Malfarben von Dr. Seuss, für Jackie und Maia)

manche tage sind gelb, manche sind blau.
so ist es mit mir, so bin ich genau.

ungleiche tage, in ungleichen farben
und ich werde anders, das ist keine frage.

an hellroten tagen ein pferd zu sein
sich auszutoben und auszuschlagen!

an anderen tagen mit anderen dingen
an hellblauen tagen heb ich meine schwingen.

an manchen tagen, nicht an den bunten
da fühl ich mich langsam und ziemlich weit unten.

dann kommt ein gelber tag. ich bin auf schiene
ich bin die schnelle geschäftige biene.

ein grauer tag. alles ist grau.
gar nichts bewegt sich, wohin ich auch schau.

dann plötzlich hab ich den seehunde-tag
orangener zirkus. ich tu was ich mag.

grüne tage im meer. tief unten und kühl.
ich bin ein fisch. frisch und still.

an lila tagen muss ich traurig sein.
ich seufze und stöhne. ich bin allein.

doch rosige tage, da kann ich springen.
ohne zu denken kann alles gelingen.

ein schwarzer tag. hab die nase voll.
ich groll jeder wolke und heule ganz toll.

dann kommt ein tag, da ist alles drin.
und wumm! bin verwirrt, weiß nicht wer ich bin.

doch es wird gut, du wirst es verstehen.
ich werd einfach ich! du wirst schon sehen.

Übersetzt von MW, 6. Jänner 2013
MyManyColoredDaysOn Bright Red Days how good it feels
to be a horse and kick my heels.

Some days, of course, feel sort of Brown.
Then I feel slow and low, low down.

Then come my Black Days. Mad. And loud.
I howl. I growl at every cloud.
My-Many-Colored-Days-9780679875970Green Days. Deep deep in the sea.
Cool and quiet fish. That’s me.

Gray Day…Everything is gray.
I watch. But nothing moves today.

Urlaub

12月 31, 2012

Hochrindl
Das tal ist angefüllt mit schnee so sieht es aus am vormittag um sieben wird es langsam hell um acht uhr geht die sonne auf um vier uhr sind die berge rot der runde mond kommt gross und grau.
Wir fahren heut zurück nach wien es war ein wunderschöner tag ein boot im ossiacher see den grossen wörthersee entlang das licht war einfach ideal und manchmal gibt es auch noch schnee.

MW Dez. 2012

最後的咖啡館 Das Kaffeehaus am Ende der Welt

12月 21, 2012

Chen Kohua Apokalypse Kaffeehaus cn1

虹影詩七首 Hong Ying: Sieben Gedichte

12月 20, 2012

风筝

我进不了那房间,哪怕它不上锁
经过楼梯
想到一只被丢弃的风筝
和一个、两个不得不
流产掉的孩子
我只能朝下走

河水泛着冰凉的气泡
从河面飘过
年华,我走得更快

虹影                            1997.2.9

Drachen

Ich kann nicht hinein, auch wenn das Zimmer nicht versperrt ist
Auf der Treppe
Denk’ ich an einen weggegebenen Drachen
An eins, an das zweite
Kind dass ich abtreiben musste
Ich kann nur hinunter gehen

Auf dem Fluss treiben eisige Blasen
Über das Wasser schweben die
Jahre, ich gehe schneller

Hong Ying    1997-02-09
Übersetzt von MW 2005-2012

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用我的身体象征水伸展
透亮, 与网若即若离
风声象高叫的弦
积蓄光, 倾洒在你有折皱的脸上
我沉落
以一生平静日子为代价

燃烧, 吸尽能飞的音色
和节奏, 稳稳挽留目标的河流

虹影                                            1996.1.4

fisch

mein körper wie wasser sich erstreckt
klar, auf eine gewisse distanz zum netz
der wind wie eine hohe saite
sammelt licht, leert es auf deine faltigen wangen
ich sinke
und geb meine ruhigen tage dafuer

anstecken, abbrennen, fliegen können
in klang und takt, der fluss behält das ziel im blick

Hong Ying                                       1996-01-04
MW    Übers. 2005-2012
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写作

原地走行的人,家乡
渡口的对岸
石头房子
欲望的秘密,三十几年
不停地称颂的

一个名字,备受折磨
自由的夏季
幻想过现在
写作,从你受伤的童年描叙起
包括你怀中金黄的虎,跟着你说
严冬结束

虹影            1996.2.16

schreiben

wer dort geht am ersten ort, der heimat
das ufer der anlegestelle gegenüber
die steinernen häuser
das geheimnis der begierde, mehr als dreissig jahre
besungen

den namen, durchgemacht hat er
den sommer der freiheit
hab ich mir vorgestellt jetzt zu
schreiben, beginn bei der kindheit verletzung
eingeschlossen den goldenen tiger in deinen armen stimmt er mit ein
der strenge winter ist zu ende

Hong Ying        1996-02-16
MW    Übers. 2005

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避开我
避开旧居,从发音开始
尖到我一看就会笑
亮到我一碰,大雨就汹涌而下
那是一个人吗
暴露在面前?首先烂掉,然后
发芽。咸味的舌头

呼唤我,从任何角落奔来
要我,再要我
这儿就是目的地
垂直的火燃到水底

虹影            1997.6.14

Hong, der Regenbogen

vermeide mich
vermeide den wohnort, beginn bei der aussprache
scharf, ich sehe hin und lache
hell: ich tippe mit dem finger, und der regen stürzt herunter
ist das ein mensch dort
bloss vor meinen augen? erst verfault, dann wachsen
keime. salzige zungen

rufen nach mir, sie kommen aus jeglichen ecken gerannt
suchen mich, sie wollen mich
hier, das ist der ort des ziels
ganz gerade hängt das feuer, brennt bis an des wassers grund

Hong Ying        1997-06-14
MW    Übers. 2005

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鱼教会鱼歌唱

扶梯深入水, 房子的泪
雕刻在墙上
四年, 还是十一年
红色
再红色

想着我将横穿过这儿
你跑
你是一条鱼
被抽断了脊骨

虹影                              1997.8.7

fische lehren fische singen

die leiter haltend, geh ins wasser, die tränen des hauses
geritzt in die wände
vier jahre, oder elf jahre
rot
wieder rot

wenn ich daran denke werd ich hier durchbrechen
lauf
du bist ein fisch
dem man das rückgrat durchschlug

Hong Ying                                        1997-08-07
MW    Übers. 2005

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安葬

逃亡具体的一分钟
躺进风信子的香气里
我呼吸
魂浮游,前往

来路
你作为一个障碍物
在黑暗中
闪着红光
擦过敞开的窗口

虹影            1996.4.7

zur ruhe gelegt

in der konkreten minute der flucht
gelegt in den duft der hyazinthen
atme ich, die seele treibt

auf dem herweg
bist du ein hindernis
funkelst du rot
in der finsternis
streiftst du das offene fenster

Hong Ying        1996-04-07
MW    Übers. 2005-2012

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速度

转机,车轮独自承受
这个时代
经纬线交叉进墓地上的云
往下拉
杜鹃花朵朵
吞噬雨
喊一声:你需在这儿

虹影        1996.1.14

tempo

in einer wendung, wagenrad trägt allein
diese zeit
kreuz längen und breiten dring in die wolken über dem grab
zieh herunter
azaleen blühen
verschlingen den regen
schreien: ich brauche dich hier

Hong Ying        1996-01-14
MW Übers. 2005-2012

維也納台灣詩選

12月 19, 2012

2009年在維也納大學讀了三本《國民文選 · 現代詩卷》(2005年,林瑞明選編)。幾年前已經知道2000年有英語、德語有兩本台灣詩選,到現在是英語、德語裡最全的台灣詩選。英語的是馬悅然(Göran Malmqvist)、奚密(Michelle Yeh)、向陽主編的《二十世紀台灣詩選》,中文版2001年出。到現在最全面的,將來還是最全面的德語台灣詩選是廖天琪(Tienchi Martin-Liao)、李敏勇、Ricarda Daberkow主編的《鳳凰樹》。《國民文選 · 現代詩卷》第三本有四首李勤岸詩:<距離學>、<解嚴以後>、<白髮>、<輓聯一對>。2009年春季應台北書展的邀請翻譯了幾首鴻鴻的詩。那年三月他去德國萊比錫書展,我抓機會去見面。
曾經有兩年在台灣學習中文,1988-1990年。那時候還未大學畢業。雖然從小喜歡詩,讀了歐洲幾種語言傳統和現代的詩文,但那時候中文水平相當限制,除了唐詩等等沒讀過很多中文詩歌。那兩年可惜沒學會台語,但是因為碰巧在現任台文筆會主席廖瑞銘台北家租了房間,晚上經常有寶貴的機會談天說地。那時候雖然剛解嚴了,魯迅等現代作家可以公開賣書了,但台灣的大學給外國人教『國語』的老師還都必須是國民黨黨員。記得有一位老師思想比較自由,因為長大喜歡聽收音機聽外地電台有比較寬闊的視界。聽了大陸電台讓他教老外算對他已經不錯。思想比較開放,但當老外學生跟他問二二八,他就說那是武裝起義,至多有幾百人死亡。幸虧只要回家晚上跟房東廖瑞銘先生聊天就可以比較詳細地了解台灣歷史和1980年代末的情況。1990年以後回維也納讀碩士比較專心德語文學。1992年-1993年在上海教德語,1994年在奧地利難民營給因為南斯拉夫戰爭從波斯尼亞來奧地利的難民教德語,替代服兵役。1995年碩士畢業,1995-1996年在武漢教德語,1996年-1998年在歐洲教德語文學。1998-1999年在重慶,1999年-2008年在北京。從2000年開始在北京做翻譯,出了幾本書。因為多年在大陸,雖然非常喜歡黃梁1998-1999年、2009年主編的《大陸先鋒詩叢》,但沒有很多機會認識台灣詩壇。2008年帶妻子杜鵑跟孩子2008年從北京搬回維也納。中文很容易用“回”這個字。孩子們在北京生的,2002年和2005年。
2009年讀了《國民文選 · 現代詩卷》,第三本裡除了李勤岸詩文還很喜歡包括宋澤萊的<告別二十世紀>、利玉芳的<憑弔>、王麗華 <這是自由的國度 >、莫那能的<恢復我們的姓名>、拓拔斯 · 塔瑪匹瑪的<搖籃曲>、<孤魂曲>,還有溫奇的<失眠>、<剝落的日子>等等。《鳳凰樹》和《國民文選 · 現代詩卷》都有陳黎、利玉芳等等。《國民文選 · 現代詩卷》和《二十世紀台灣詩選》都有楊澤、焦桶、瓦歷斯 · 諾幹。《國民文選 · 現代詩卷》竟然沒有夏宇。《二十世紀台灣詩選》有夏宇28首詩,從1980年到1999年。《鳳凰樹》沒有夏宇,但《鳳凰樹》蒐集的詩人到1956年為止。夏宇恰好那年才生出,沒有入選也許還不算那麼奇怪。
《鳳凰樹》一本包括覃子豪(1912年生於中國四川,1925-1937年留日,1963逝)、紀弦(1913年生於中國河北)、陳秀喜(女詩人,1921年生於新竹,1991年逝)、周夢蝶(1920年生於中國河南)、陳千武(1922生於台中縣,先寫日語詩)、林亨泰 (1924年生於彰化,選集題名從林亨泰一首<鳳凰樹>)、杜潘芳格 (女詩人,1927年生於新竹)、錦連 (1928年生於彰化, 會日語)、洛夫(1928年生於中國衡陽)、羅門(1928年生於海南島)、蓉子(女詩人,1928生於中國江蘇)、向明(1928年生於中國長沙)、余光中(1928年生於中國福建)、管管(1929年生於中國青島)、瘂弦(1932年生於中國河南南陽)、何瑞雄(1933年生於高雄,留日)、鄭愁予(1933年生於中國濟南)、林冷(女詩人,1938年於中國四川)、林宗源(1935年生於台南,寫台灣話)、非馬(1936生於台中)、白萩(1937年生於台中)、李魁賢(1937年生於台北縣)、葉維廉(1937年生於中國廣東中山)、朵思(女詩人,1939年生於嘉義)、張香華(女詩人,1939年生於中國福建)、許達然(1940年生於台南)、楊牧(1940年生於花蓮)、杜國清(1941年生於台中縣)、吳晟(1944年生於彰化)、曾貴海(1946生於屏東縣)、陳芳明(1947年生於高雄)、李敏勇(1947年生於恆春)、陳明臺(1948年生於台中縣)、江自得(1948年生於台中)、羅青(1948年生於中國湘潭)、莫渝(1948年生於苗栗)、鄭炯明(1948年生於台南)、陳鴻森(1950年生於高雄)、百靈(1951年生於中國福建)、陳坤崙(1952年生於高雄)、利玉芳(女詩人,1952年生於屏東縣)、陳黎(1954年生於花蓮縣)、楊澤(1954年生於嘉義縣)、詹澈(1954年生於彰化縣)、向陽(1955年生於南頭縣)、莫那能(1956年生於台東縣)。
《鳳凰樹》總共有46位詩人,34位譯者;是一本非常全面的、多元化的、具有台灣本色的詩選。不過沒有1930年出生於中國四川、2010年逝世的商禽,沒有1951年出生的李勤岸、1954年出生的王麗華。(尚禽有一本《夢或者黎明》2006年在德國出版,譯者Peter Hoffmann.)
2009年我翻譯了周夢蝶、鄭愁予、楊澤幾首詩,選入在德國法蘭克福書展代表台灣的一本《台灣現代詩選集》,中德雙語。除了周夢蝶、鄭愁予、楊澤還有余光中、洛夫、尚勤、瘂弦、隱地、楊木、席慕蓉(女詩人,蒙古族)、夏宇、鴻鴻。可以說外省人比較多。
我最近翻譯了陳克華,今年春天翻譯了吳音寧。2012年二月受邀去參加台北國際書展,同樣二月份在台灣參加了一些文化、文學活動,包括去台南參觀台灣文學館。那時候覺得雖然最近十幾年多半做翻譯,翻譯了中國文學作品,也出了幾本書,但是沒有翻譯很多台灣文學。所以回奧地利一面為文訊雜誌做翻譯,一面讀書、考慮翻譯台灣文學的計劃。最後覺得編詩選可以採用自己的詩歌熱愛和經驗。可以翻譯不同時代、作家的詩歌,並翻譯賴香吟的小說。希望可以讓德語讀者更深地了解台灣當代文學、文化、歷史、社會等等。可以促進文化交流,互相更多了解、合作。
我的同事梅儒佩(Rupprecht Mayer)已經翻譯了尚勤、陳黎的詩,還有鴻鴻。我這幾年也翻譯了鴻鴻的詩,還有夏宇、陳克華、吳音寧等等。夏宇還想翻譯很多,應該單獨出另一本書。新竹市教書的倪國榮先生幫我們聯繫到莫那能,倪老師自己的詩作也很值得收入幾首。還有幾位年輕的詩人,都聯繫上了。到現在未能聯繫到瓦歷斯 · 諾幹。如果維也納台灣詩選還可以採用上面提到的宋澤萊、王麗華、利玉芳、拓拔斯 · 塔瑪匹瑪、溫奇就會最理想的。詩選計劃在2013年秋天在維也納Löcker出版社出版。奧地利筆會(Austrian PEN, Dr. Helmuth Niederle 主任)支持本計劃。已經申請了台灣文學館的補助。

翻訳

12月 19, 2012

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寒気、玩具

12月 17, 2012

Family
spielzeug

irgendwann beisst die kaelte zu
wenn du draussen wohnst
kennst du die wege
unten am bach, wo das licht nicht hinkommt
koennen enten im wasser schlafen?
enten stecken den kopf in die federn
im schilf in den straeuchern im haus auf der insel
obdachlose schlafen am spielplatz
jedesmal wenn sie ein spielzeug verliert
einen kleinen drachen eine matrioschka
ist meine tochter traurig.
manchmal singt sie dem spielzeug ein lied.

MW Dezember 2012

不知何時寒氣咬住
住郊外曉得了
小路
在下面小溪黑暗的地方
鴨子可以在水中睡覺嗎?
鴨子把頭插進羽毛
在水草、樅樹、島上小屋
沒有屋頂的人睡在遊樂場
每次她失掉玩具
小恐龍、俄國小人形
我女兒很傷心
有時她為玩具歌唱

toys and the frost

one day or another you feel the jaws
when you live out there
you know the paths
by the stream where the light can’t enter.
are they sleeping on the water?
ducks tuck their head in their feathers
in the reeds in the growth in their house on the island
sometimes the homeless sleep on the playground
each time she looses a toy
a little dragon a matryoshka
my daughter is sad.
sometimes she’ll sing her plaything a song.

MW December 2012

Maia und Isa

Leo reitet1

12月 10, 2012

請按這裡

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you can find comments here (MCLC List)

Mo Yan’s Nobel lecture is worth seeing and hearing. The link above doesn’t work in China. Tried to post it on Weibo 微博, didn’t work either. Nobelprize.org is still banned in China, it seems. The video of Mo Yan’s speech is of course accessible on many websites in China. What is also accessible, to my surprise, is a video of Gao Xingjian’s Nobel lecture, 12 years ago. One Weibo user made this comment:
对莫言的指责,不尽赞同。但与高行健相比,莫言的差距不是一点点。结局是一个不能回国、只能在海外流浪,而另一个可以继续做作协副主席,备受当下世人追捧。相对于莫言的获奖演说,高行健2000年演说,恐怕更堪称是中文世界的骄傲。

“I don’t agree with Mo Yan’s critics. But if you compare him to Gao Xingjian, there is a huge difference. In the end, one of them can never return to his home country, the other one can keep his job at the Writer’s Association and be celebrated. Comparing the two Nobel speeches, Gao Xingjian’s could be the one more deserving of pride in the Chinese-speaking world.” Hard to translate, because it’s very good and rather literary Chinese.

They had heated discussions in Sweden, for example between Göran Sommardal and Björn Wiman. Read all about it, in Swedish or Chinese (萬之譯) …

Mo 莫

12月 9, 2012

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mo

Thanks to Charles Laughlin for his eloquent and far-reaching defense of literature. A defense, at least a deeper discussion of art and literature, is what has been missing from the debate. We’ve had apologies of Mo Yan 莫言, or the Nobel prize 諾貝爾獎. From himself, in his storied speech. From commentators, including me. I said debate in China is the best thing, perhaps the only thing, that comes from this prize. But what kind of debate? And why? Shouldn’t we be glad about the attention for Chinese literature, and for literature in China? Isn’t it enough to read more, and read more carefully?

Nick Kaldis has observed that Anna Sun’s article was the first attempt to debate Mo Yan and the current situation of Chinese literature in literary terms. Charles has pointed out the crucial flaws. The concept of Mao-speak or Mao-ti 毛體 came up in the 1980s in the context of a renaissance of culture, writing, philosophy, debate- everything that had been missing in the Mao-aftermath. Charles has emphasized that new literature in the 1980s, like the fiction of Yu Luojin 遇羅錦, Dai Houying 戴厚英, Zhang Wei 張煒, Zheng Yi 鄭義, Zhang Jie 張潔, A Cheng 阿城, Wang Anyi 王安憶, Liu Suola 劉索拉, Zhang Xianliang 張賢亮, Han Shaogong 韓少功, Jia Pingwa 賈平凹, Can Xue 殘雪, Ma Yuan 馬原, Yu Hua 余華, Ge Fei 格非 and many others, along with the critical writing, philosophy etc. around it, was supposed to overcome the effects of Mao-speak. Charles has also shown how Anna Sun’s view deliberately blocked out major portions of Chinese literature in many centuries, including the last 100 years.

But let us go back to the 1980s. In hindsight, it was very naive to believe that art and literature could renew the nation. What nation? What kind of nation, stemming from which revolution? It’s very easy and futile now to say all the hope of renewal was naive. The hope ended in 1989, and has been ending ever since, in the selling off of land 地, air 空氣, culture 文化, heritage 傳統, water 水, people 人 – with steadily worsening consequences. On the other hand, art and literature are still involved in an ongoing renewal, with very interesting results.

The only flaw in Charles’ essay, from my point of view, is what I’ve said before, too many times perhaps. I believe that ideology isn’t harmless. Questions involving ideology and philosophy aren’t harmless. At least they were thought of as relevant in the 1980s. Copying Mao’s seminal 1942 speech on literature and art in 2012 is just a ritual, yes. But what do Mao Zedong, the “Yan’an Talks” 延安講話, the involved concepts and the furious critique of ritual obeisance signify in the first place?

Are they all more important than reading more art 藝術? Maybe not. Still, how about a little theory 理論? What is ideology 意識形態? Lacan’s 拉岡 answer, according to Žižek 齊澤克, comes down to emptiness 空虛. No, this is not about Buddhism 佛教. Ideology is what people hold on to in their hearts and minds, in order to belong. To belong to a group. To have an answer, the hope of an answer, a meaning. Do you need to know what your ideology is all about, where it came from, what it involves? Not really. It’s there. Like the believe that everyone is entitled to buy automatic weapons. Every citizen.

In the 1980s, such questions, or more intelligent ones than I can elaborate here, there and anywhere, were asked a lot. A very, very big hope was involved. That’s where Liu Xiaobo 劉曉波 comes from. That’s where Wang Shuo 王朔 comes from. That’s where Yu Hua 余華 comes from. With some writer’s, it’s not always obvious where they come from. Liu Zhenyun 劉震云 and Feng Xiaogang 馮小剛, who are known for lively comedies, with sometimes well-hidden serious issues, have just released “1942”, a film about famine 飢荒. Man-made famine, mostly. And campaigns. Campaigns to unite the nation, to beat intruding foreigners.

It is rather obvious where Gao Xingjian 高行健 comes from, when you hear him speak. Some Weibo 微博 users did that last weekend, for a comparison in Nobel literature speeches 諾貝爾文學演講. Gao’s Nobel speech was available, copied on Chinese servers, which had not been policed very severely in this case, apparently. Gao Xingjian’s Mandarin has a southern accent. He is not hard to understand, but it’s not the kind of Mandarin Mo Yan commands, rather effortlessly, it seems. Mo Yan is the Writer’s Association’s 作家協會 vice chairman 副主席. The chairwoman is Tie Ning 鐵凝. I like her stories, they are very much about memory. But I haven’t heard her speak in public. Don’t know if a shining, booming Mandarin like Mo Yan’s is the standard at official cultural associations these days.

Is it obvious where Mo Yan comes from? Everybody knows where he comes from, we know his aunt, father, wife and brother, as far as they have been interviewed and compared to how they might appear in his novels. That’s what Mo Yan said in his speech. Is that all we need to know? Mo Yan spoke about is mother. It was very moving, at least to me. It’s a great text, that speech. Censorship-resistant. Available in six or seven languages on the official website. Which is blocked 被阻擋 in China, of course.

Gao Xingjian and Mo Yan are very different in their language. Everyone who has read Soul Mountain 靈山 and One Man’s Bible 一個人的聖經 in the original knows that. Mo Yan and Gao Xingjian are very different in their attempts to overcome Mao-ti. Both have written great novels, in my experience. Both stay away from day-to-day political issues and debates. But Gao Xingjian emigrated in order to write and paint in peace, comparatively. Mo Yan worked on his spoken Mandarin. Ok, that was unfair, I don’t know how he sounded in the 1980s. His novels from back then are great, especially The Garlic Ballads. Liu Xiaobo liked Red Sorghum 紅高粱, because it was very sexy, in the 1980s. I like The Garlic Ballads 天堂蒜薹之歌, and The Republic of Wine 酒国. Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out 生死疲勞 and Big Breasts And Wide Hips 丰乳肥臀 are fascinating, too. All stories about more or less recent decades. Sandalwood Death 檀香刑 is a 19th-century-story. Sex, gore and folklore. Very well done. And maybe as moving as Mo Yan’s words about his mother.

Yu Hua’s first novel Cry In The Drizzle 在細雨中呼喊 has a guy running amok in China’s 1970s. The hero’s father, if I remember correctly. Gao Xingjian’s Nobel made many exiled and self-exiled writers and other culture workers think about their paths. Maybe the prize was for all of them, in a way. Is Mo Yan’s prize, in a symbolic way, a reward for everyone in China? Depends on your ideology.

(Sorry, I am not sure where exactly Žižek 齊澤克 published what I’ve related above. Maybe in Has Someone Said Totalitarianism?)

DISTANCE STUDIES

11月 30, 2012

李勤岸
距離學

從嘴巴到筆尖有多遠?
從筆尖到街頭有多遠?
從街頭到法院有多遠?
從法院到牢獄有多遠?
從牢獄到槍聲有多遠?

法院到民主有多遠?
牢獄到民主有多遠?
槍聲到民主有多少光年?

Li Khin-huann
DISTANCE STUDIES

how far is the mouth from the tip of the brush?
how far from the tip of the brush is the street?
how far is the street from the court?
how far is the court from the jail?
how far is the jail from the shots?

how far is democracy from the court?
how far is democracy from the jail?
how many light-years away from the shots?

(Taiwan 1986)
Tr. Martin Winter, 2009-2014

__________________________________________

Li Khin-huann
ENTFERNUNGSLEHRE

wie weit ist die pinselspitze vom mund?
wie weit von der strasse?
wie weit ist die strasse entfernt vom gericht?
wie weit ist es vom gericht zum gefängnis?
wie weit vom gefängnis zum schuss?

wie weit vom gericht ist die demokratie?
wie weit ist die demokratie vom gefängnis?
und wie viele lichtjahre vom schuss?

(Taiwan 1986)
Übersetzt von MW 2009-2014

11月 17, 2012


bluete

weiss und rosa leuchtend schweben
fortgetragen in die tage
unter allen irren menschen
bluehen zweifellos die baeume
wachsen, fallen, reifen, stehen
atmen, oeffnen sich im wind

MW April 2011

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

頑張る

the danube flows

Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer

再说中国新诗 300 首 (中英对照) 300 Modern and Contemporary Chinese Poems (Chinese-English)

11月 15, 2012

再说中国新诗 300 首 (中英对照)
Lucas Klein, translator of Xi Chuan 西川, has commented on 野鬼’s new anthology of 300 Modern and Contemporary Chinese Poems (Chinese-English) 中国新诗 300 首 (中英对照). Lucas Klein’s blog is called Notes on the Mosquito, like his new Xi Chuan translations compilation. Notes on the Mosquito as a title reminds me of Bei Dao’s 北岛 Harvest 收获, don’t know if that is intended.

There is Zhang Xinying’s 张新颖 fine anthology 中國新詩 from 2000 (in Chinese), incl. 2 interesting poems by Zhou Zuoren 周作人. Zhang has close to 100 poets and up to 10 poems from each of them. If you cover the last 30 or 40 years, it would have to be rather thick to include at least ten or twenty examples each from 食指、芒克、多多、楊煉、于堅、韓東、西川、伊沙等等,to mention only a few older living males.

My favorite contemporary anthology is 黃梁’s 大陸先鋒詩叢. 10 volumes came out in 1998/1999 – Bai Hua 柏华、Zhu Wen 朱文、Meng Lang 孟浪 etc. 等等. Another 10 came out in 2009, incl. Tibet’s poetess and dissident blogger Woeser 唯色, migrant worker poetess Zheng Xiaoqiong 郑小琼(鄭小瓊), and a few more not-so-well-known poets like Pang Pei 庞培(born 1962).

The new 300-poems-anthology is Chinese-English, but it seems the English versions will all be done by Chinese translators. Some translators could be native speakers of English, and/or writing poetry in English. But it does look like an inner-Chinese project, so to speak. The Chinese Issue of The Drunken Boat from 2006 provides a very broad spectrum in the categories minorities, gender and localities in Asia and beyond. Xi Chuan is prominently featured. The 2008 China issue of The Atlantic Review also has an interesting mixture and beautiful poems, incl. Xi Chuan. But these two anthologies are all in English. In my earlier blog post on this topic of anthologies I have written about the advantages of starting from women writers and minorities. That was in Chinese, sorry.

Huang Liang is operating in Taiwan, but he still had some trouble with Mainland authorities about meeting and publishing Woeser 唯色. The 300 modern poems anthology includes the blind folk singer Zhou Yunpeng 周云蓬, who is also in the 10/19/12 New Statesman issue curated by Ai Weiwei, along with Zuoxiao Zuzhou 左小祖咒. On the other hand, compiler Diablo 野鬼 (Zhao Siyun 赵思云 is not the editor) told me they could never include Li Qin’an’s 李勤安 When Martial Law Was Lifted 解嚴以後, because with books you have to worry much more about (self-)censorship than online. I think When Martial Law Was Lifted 解嚴以後 is a landmark poem in any sense. I like Xi Chuan’s poetry very much, but on the whole now and then it needs to be complemented with something more explicitly political. Actually you could say the same about Hsia Yu 夏宇, maybe. Anyway, Li Qin’an 李勤安 still sounds relevant in Taiwan today, according to some of my friends there. On the Mainland, the role(s) of poetry are more acutely questioned, also by Zhao Siyun 赵思云 and Diablo 野鬼 (Zhang Zhi 张智), for example. See Diablo 野鬼’s “非诗” and Zhao Siyun’s Lili’s Story 丽丽传.

莫言得諾講起

11月 14, 2012

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the noble

the nobel is stronger than china

china jumping up and down

on feet of clay

The situation is maddening for every serious literature critic who cannot acknowledge the encroachment of such a hyper-prize-situation on their territory. On the other hand, this is the perfect opportunity to see, and maybe even acknowledge, the impossible challenge of writing a balanced political or literature and art history of the last 100 years, or even 20 or 30. You could see the huge discrepancy between the international relevance of China and its surroundings and the impossibility for Chinese Studies (and Taiwan Studies etc.) of doing it justice in research, of reacting in adequate or satisfying ways. Actually, Anna Schonberg has found a convincing personal way of talking about Mo Yan’s work and the current debate. Goenawan Mohamad has written an article on Mo Yan and Yu Hua, seen from Indonesia. And Yang Jisheng’s investigation of the Great Leap famine is spawning documentary work in villages in the way of writing “people’s histories” in the People’s Republic. Howard Zinn’s People’s History of the US came out in 1979. China is catching up. There is Yang Xianhui, and there is 1942, a new film centered on famine, after the story Remember 1942 Liu Zhenyun wrote in 1992. But how relevant is literature on the whole?

Li Bai, China’s most famous poet, has been constructed as a would-be useful patriotic official in a recent play. I remember one or two other political readings of his poems. The political role of all literature and art that the CCP ostensibly demanded led to, or enforced overwhelmingly political reading of everything. Now Mo Yan cannot escape political criticism because he is a CCP official. He has written great literature. But because he got this larger-than-anything-even-China-in-a-way-prize, on one hand he can finally be a public intellectual, let his conscience speak and speak out for a return to reason in Chinese-Japanese relations and for a release of Liu Xiaobo, both taboo topics. A voice of reason after “street protests” against Japan (?), somehow evoking both Cultural Revolution and Fascism. Tolerated and stoked by a system in the midst of a supposedly tightly choreographed leadership transition. Leaders of the Bo Xilai generation installed. They’re different, of course.

Yang Jisheng in the international media is the perfect contrast, or antidote, to the 18th Party Congress spectacle. Another good contrast is running a detailed article on the One Child policy, like Die Zeit did. Speaking of family planning, Mo Yan’s Frogs is coming out soon in English and German. Granta magazine has an excerpt online.

Mo Yan spoke out, but he still was attacked because he didn’t speak out before, which is kind of unfair, because it would mean every writer has to be like Liao Yiwu, every artist like Ai Weiwei etc. The Nobel prize is very unique, because it entails so much international attention. And so especially societies with a huge inferiority complex, stemming at least in part from a rather recently constructed nation (as in Turkey) have to turn the recipient into an anointed emblem. The only alternative is to deny, like in Gao Xingjian’s case, that he/she belongs at all to the country he/she comes from and the language he/she wrote most of his/her works in, as Anne Sytske Keijser and Maghiel van Crevel have pointed out in a recent article in “De Groene Amsterdammer” (10/17/2012). In today’s China, for a virtual, fleeting audience online, you can show you are not part of this official face. Up to a point, that is. No mentioning of other recent Chinese Nobel laureates. But you can criticize Mo Yan, no matter if you have read his fiction or not. So anyone interested in freedom of speech has to be thankful to the Nobel prize and to Mo Yan for all the national and international attention they have generated. Mo Yan has chosen to speak out, so he should be respected. You can speak about your own impression of his work, as you should, according to Kant, if the question is “whether it is beautiful” (Critique of Judgement, Book 1). Or you can speak about your personal relationship with him and his work, as Howard Goldblatt has done. But you can also write about Mo Yan in a political light, which is what everybody has done, including me. Reading “Republic of Wine”, for example, both in Chinese and in translation, is much more rewarding.

The debate after Mo Yan won the Nobel is about debate. How much debate is allowed? How does debate get allowed or possible at all? It’s obedience vs. disobedience. What Charles Laughlin said on the MCLC list sounds like this: Demanding outspokenness from Mo Yan now is the same as demanding, in effect, obedience to the Party line in 1942. This is how it sounds like, not only to me, I am afraid. Obedience and disobedience are thus blurred. One-party systems enforce obedience and silence. Draconically, as the 8-year sentence on Oct.31 in Kunming of a young father of an unborn child for talking about a multi-party-system online shows. Multi-party systems include and tolerate traditions of disobedience. In some countries, civil disobedience is highly valued- think of Thoreau and Ghandi. Doesn’t mean these places are always better in every area and aspect.

Apart from Mo Yan and the Nobel subject discussed nobly or not, the New Statesman issue from Oct. 19-25 (guest-editor: Ai Weiwei) and the new issue of Words Without Borders provide worthwhile reading.

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