Posts Tagged ‘1989’

TEACHER – 沈浩波 Shen Haobo

八月 12, 2017


Shen Haobo
TEACHER

People often tell me
I look just like him
When I open my mouth,
my tone and my mien make me even more similar.
He was a teacher at my university,
but I was not in his class.
If I had been his student,
would I be his perfect spitting image?
But how could I think
I could be like him?
He used his own life
to teach me
a moral lesson.
If he had not used his own life
for this lesson,
no-one would have believed him.

July 2017
Translated by MW, August 2017

老师 | 沈浩波

经常听人说
我和他长得像
一听我开口说话
口气和神态就更像了
他是我母校的老师
但我没当过他的学生
如果我当过他的学生
会不会和他更像?
但我怎么配
和他更像呢?
他用生命
给我上了一堂
道德课
这种课
不用命来上
就不会有人信

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HUNG HUNG’S POEM FOR LIU XIAOBO

七月 19, 2017

Hung Hung
ONE MAN VS. ONE COUNTRY – FOR LIU XIAOBO

one man dies
one country awakes from a dream

actually it wasn’t sleeping
the country was just pretending to dream
it keeps its eyes open behind its mosquito net
watching who dares to dream their own dream
who dares in their dreams to sing their own song
who dares to call each stag a stag, each horse a horse

this country never sleeps
its atm’s count their money 24 hours
its warriors patrol on the net day and night
to bury alive every weathercock showing his head

this country infects with its disease
the livers that aren’t asleep
so they can’t detox anymore
they can’t tell the limbs to move around freely
the case history of this country is painted as poetry
everyone of the people it calls its citizens
must memorize and recite without rest

just like that hottest summer 28 years ago
a summer that seems to go on forever
one person dies
and the blood that was washed off
flows out steaming again on the square
to jump the dark floodgate

only when this sick country dies
every person can finally wake up alive

7/13/17
Translated by Martin Winter, July 2017

 

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Hung Hung
EIN MENSCH GEGEN EIN LAND — IN GEDENKEN AN LIU XIAOBO

Ein Mensch stirbt.
Ein Land erwacht aus einem Traum.

Eigentlich hat das Land gar nicht geschlafen.
Es hat nur so getan, als würde es träumen.
Hinter seinem Moskitonetz sperrt es die Augen auf:
Wer wagt es und träumt seinen eigenen Traum?
Wer wagts, singt im Traum sein eigenes Lied?
Wer nennt einen Hirsch einen Hirsch, und ein Pferd auch ein Pferd?

Dieses Land kann nicht schlafen.
Seine Bankomaten zählen sein Geld Tag und Nacht.
Seine Krieger patrouillieren 24 Stunden im Netz:
jeder Wetterhahn der seinen Kopf hebt
wird lebendig begraben.

Dieses Land steckt mit seiner Krankheit
jede Leber an, die nicht schläft:
sie können alle nicht länger entgiften
oder Glieder anstiften, sich frei zu rühren.
Es malt seine Krankengeschichte aus als Gedicht
und befiehlt allen jenen, die es seine Bürger nennt
das Gedicht vorzutragen bis sie nicht mehr können.

So wie in jenem heißesten Sommer vor 28 Jahren.
Der Sommer geht offenbar nie vorüber.
Ein Mensch ist gestorben:
Das abgewaschene Blut
spritzt wieder heiß hervor auf dem Platz,
schlägt gegen das finstere Schleusentor.

Nur wenn das schwerkranke Land endlich stirbt
kann jeder Mensch erst lebendig erwachen.

13. Juni 2017
Übersetzt von MW am 13. Juni 2017

 

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鴻鴻
〈一個人vs.一個國家──祭劉曉波〉

一個人死去
一個國家的夢醒了
.
其實國家沒有睡著
它只是在假裝作夢
它在蚊帳後睜大眼睛
看有誰膽敢作自己的夢
有誰膽敢在夢裡唱自己的歌
有誰膽敢指鹿為鹿、指馬為馬
.
國家沒有睡著
它的收銀機24小時還在數錢
它的戰士24小時在網路上四出偵騎
活埋那些冒出頭來的風信旗
.
國家把自己的病
傳染給那些不寐的肝臟
讓它們無法再排毒
無法再使喚四肢自由行動
國家還把自己的病歷彩繪為詩歌
要求所有被它指認為子民的人
汗流浹背地記誦
.
一如28年前那個炎熱無比的夏天
這個夏天也好像永遠不會結束
一個人死去
那些被洗淨的血
又熱滾滾從廣場上冒出
撲上黑暗的閘門
.
只有重病的國家死去
每一個人才能活著醒來

廖亦武: 搶救劉曉波! Liao Yiwu’s Appeal for Liu Xiaobo

六月 27, 2017

Save Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiaobo!

搶救劉曉波

中國監獄使劉曉波得了絕症。
這一消息轉瞬傳遍了世界。
作為劉曉波和劉霞多年的知交,我在此呼籲:
出於基本人權,西方各國政府首腦,特別是美國、德國、法國、
英國,以及歐盟政府首腦,應該敦促中國政府,盡快讓劉曉波夫婦出國就醫,不,人道搶救。

廖亦武,德國書業和平獎得主

2017年6月26日

Liao Yiwu writes:

“I know, we’re all so concerned with Turkey, Syria or that maniac in the US, and that’s alright, but it’s about to draw some attention back to human rights violations in China. Please. I do know some people personally who are or have been imprisoned in China for no crime but writing on behalf of humanistic endeavours.”

“The news that Liu Xiaobo’s time in a Chinese prison has left him terminally ill has spread across the globe.
Liu Xiaobo and his wife Liu Xia have been close friends of mine for decades. As their friend, I hereby call upon the leaders of Western governments, particularly leaders in the US, Germany, France, the UK, and the European Union, to urge the Chinese government to allow Liu Xiaobo and his wife to leave the country to seek medical treatment overseas.
This is a humanitarian imperative.”

Liao Yiwu
2012 Recipient of the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade

26 June 2017

LIU XIA. Eine Fotografin aus China.
Vernissage am 10.Februar 2015.
Ausstellungsdauer: 21.Februar – 19.April 2015 m Martin Gropius Bau Berlin.
LIAO YIWU, MARCUS HAGEMANN, MARTIN WINTER

“Dies ist ein Appell an die chinesische Regierung von Herta Müller, Liao Yiwu, Ulrich Schreiber und vielen Freunden. Inzwischen haben auch Elfriede Jelinek, Eva Menasse, Madeleine Thien, Salman Rushdie, Wole Soyinka, Ian McEwan und 100 weitere Autoren aus allen Kontinenten unterzeichnet.

Nobel Peace Prize Laureat Liu Xiaobo has been diagnosed with liver cancer. His wife, Liu Xia, who has been under house arrest for several years, is also gravely ill. They have the wish to travel to Germany so they can receive medical care. Their wish to leave China is so strong that Liu Xiaobo has stated that – if he is to die – he does not want to do so on Chinese soil. Liu Xia also no longer wishes to live there. Time is running. We urge the Chinese government to grant Liu Xiaobo and Liu Xia the freedom to leave the country!

Der Friedensnobelpreisträger Liu Xiaobo ist an Leberkrebs erkrankt. Er und seine Frau Liu Xia haben hat den Wunsch geäussert, nach Deutschland auszureisen, um medizinische Hilfe für beide zu bekommen – denn auch Liu Xia, die seit Jahren unter Hausarrest steht, ist schwer erkrankt. Der Wunsch der beiden geht soweit, dass Liu Xiaobo sagt, er möchte – selbst wenn er sterben muss – nicht in China sterben. Und Liu Xia sagt, dass sie nicht länger in China leben möchte. Die Zeit ist knapp. Wir appellieren dringend an die chinesische Regierung: geben sie diesen beiden Menschen die Freiheit, das Land zu verlassen!

强烈呼吁
诺贝尔和平奖得主刘晓波身患肝癌,他和他的夫人刘霞表示希望两个人都能够来德国寻求医疗救治。因为刘霞在长期软禁中也身患重病。他们出国求医的愿望非常坚决,刘晓波表示,如果必死无疑,那也不要死在中国。刘霞表示,再也不愿意在中国生活下去了。目前时间紧迫,我们强烈向中国政府呼吁,给他们自由,让他们离开中国。赫塔.米勒 廖亦武 乌里.赛博

El Premio Nobel de la Paz, Liu Xiaobo, está muy enfermo, tiene cáncer de hígado. Tanto él como su esposa Liu Xia han expresado su deseo de poder viajar a Alemania para obtener ayuda médica para ambos. Xiu Liu, con arresto domiciliario desde muchos anos, también está muy enferma. El deseo de ambos, así lo dijo Liu Xiaobo, es tan fuerte que dice no querer morir en China – si esto es su destino inmediato, y su mujer insiste que no quiere seguir viviendo en China. El tiempo apremia, y por ello pedimos al Gobierno de China: Por favor, conceden la libertad a estas dos personas para que puedan dejar el país.

Le lauréat du prix Nobel de la paix, Liu Xiaobo, est atteint d’un cancer du foie. Lui et son épouse Liu Xia ont émis le vœu de se rendre en Allemagne afin de recevoir des soins médicaux pour les deux. En effet, Liu Xia, qui est en résidence surveillée depuis plusieurs années, est gravement malade. Leur souhait est si profond que Liu Xiaobo dit qu’il ne veut pas — s’il doit décéder — décéder en Chine. Liu Xia quant à elle dit qu’elle ne veut plus vivre en Chine. Le temps est court. Nous en appelons d’urgence au gouvernement chinois: donnez à ces deux personnes la liberté de quitter le pays.

Fredspristagaren Liu Xiaobo är sjuk i levercancer. Tillsammans med sin Liu Xia har han uttryckt önskan om att få resa till Tyskland för att där få den medicinska vård de båda behöver. Också Liu Xia, som sedan många år befinner sig i husarrest, är nämligen svårt sjuk. Liu Xiaobo säger att om han måste dö så vill han inte dö i Kina. Liu Xia säger att hon inte längre vill leva i Kina. Tiden är knapp. Vi appellerar till den kinesiska regeringen att snarast ge dessa två människor friheten att lämna landet.

O ganhador do Prêmio Nobel Liu Xiaobo está com câncer de fígado. Ele e sua Liu Xia manifestaram vontade de viajar para a Alemanha, a fim de obter tratamento médico para ambos. Liu Xia, que está sob prisão domiciliar há anos, também está gravemente doente. A vontade deles, nesse sentido, é tanta que Liu Xiaobo afirma que não deseja morrer na China, mesmo que sua condição seja terminal. E Liu Xia diz que não quer mais viver na China. O tempo é curto. Por isso, dirigimos um apelo urgente às autoridades chinesas: concedam a essas duas pessoas a liberdade para sair do país.”

Liu Xia’s handwritten letter

廖亦武: 眼下,刘晓波夫妇已被严密控制,我不得已公布刘霞的手迹。我还有刘霞向国宝提出出国申请的手迹,暂时不便公布。媒体,以及大伙儿可以此为凭:出国治病是他们最迫切的心愿,劉曉波説死也要死在西方,千真万确!
“I am sick of my life, this grotesque life. I want to tear the version of myself who lives this grotesque life to pieces. I long to escape.
I can hardly believe that Xiaobo agreed to leave China together with me and [my brother] Liu Hui. When he finally learned about it, he was very concerned about my illness.

I am grateful to you and to our friends for everything you’ve been doing and cannot wait to embrace you.

Liu Xia
20 April 2017”

我厭惡我的生活,我的生活很難看,我想撕碎這醜陋生活中的我,我渴望逃離。

沒想到劉曉波同意跟我和劉暉一起離開,在有機會*的時候,他非常擔心我的病。

拜托你和朋友們為我們奔波,我想儘快擁抱你!

端午六四

六月 4, 2017

端午不按照阴历

已经很烦
年年端午
都是六四
不按照阴厤
儿童节类似
在海外网上
昨天星期日
带孩子们玩
中国端午节
五月底年年
重复信息
因为没办法
昨天跟朋友玩
朋友妻子去世
最近意外去世
他们不会中文
但喜欢杜甫
把杜甫当流亡作家
妻子教中学拉丁文
奥维德也被流放
他们用德语版本
几乎象散文
但节奏不错,也很清楚
丈夫很喜欢朗读
昨天跟他们玩
三口人,原来四口
一共七个人
玩得很愉快
同时也难过
就是没办法

2017.5.29

CLEARING THE SQUARE – 沈浩波

九月 8, 2016

Shen_Haobo

清场

沈浩波

无意中来到
天安门广场
惊讶地发现
竟空无一人
才想起今天
是六月三日
几辆警车
安静地停泊
像刚干完活儿的
除草机

2016.6.4

 

Shen Haobo
CLEARING

Accidentially
came to Tian’anmen Square.
Surprised to find
nobody there.
Then I remembered
it was June 3rd.
A few police cars
peacefully parked.
Weeding tools resting
when work is done.

6/4/1
Tr. MW, September 2016

GORBATSCHOW – 伊沙

六月 26, 2016

shihuizhuyi

《戈尔巴乔夫》

我在想一个人
不知道这些年
他都在做什么
过得好吗

我在想一个人
这个人在1989年
来过对我而言
最后的北京

我在想一个人
我替我的领导人
感到不好意思见他
他令伟人不再伟大

我在想一个人
我在想他的时候
他就出现啦
在电视里

我在想一个人
这些年他走遍世界
死了老婆
对亡妻一往情深

我在想一个人
他的秃顶上有红星的胎记
被中国人认定是颗灾星
他却很在乎愚民一族的看法

2003

 

Yi Sha 《戈尔巴乔夫》
GORBATSCHOW

ich denk an einen menschen
weiss nicht wie es ihm geht
in den letzten jahren
was er so macht

ich denk an einen menschen
1989 kommt er nach peking
für mich ist die stadt
dann bald untergegangen

ich denk an einen menschen
ich hab mich für unsere leute geschämt
die großen männer waren nicht groß
neben ihm

ich denk an einen menschen
da taucht er auf
hier vor mir
mitten im fernseher

ich denk an einen menschen
er ist viel herumgereist auf der welt
seine frau ist gestorben
er liebt sie noch immer

ich denk an einen menschen
er hat einen roten stern auf der glatze
das ist für chinesen ein böses omen
aber er kümmert sich was wir dummköpfe meinen

2003
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2016

Yi Sha Gorbatschow

 

Yi Sha Gorbatschow2

AUDIENCE AND MASSACRE

六月 4, 2016
Calligraphy by Chen Shih-hsian

Calligraphy by Chen Shih-hsian

IS THERE A GOOD WAY TO (TRANSLATE) POETRY?

Is there a way?
Is there a good way?
Is there a good way to poetry?
Is there a good way to translate poetry?
Why not?
Depends on the poetry.
The source poetry,
the target poetry.
The audience
and the massacre.
Maghiel van Crevel’s translation
of Han Dong’s Big Wild Goose Pagoda
is perfect.
Both pagodas are perfect.
Maybe the small one
retains more of the flavor
of Xi’an 20 or 30 years ago.
Haven’t been to the small one in many years.
Nicky Harman’s translation quoted by Xujun Eberlein
in the LA Review of Books
should have no quite in my opinion
only quiet.
Otherwise it is perfect.
Is there a good way to translate poetry?
Into what?
Mashed potatoes?
If I’m not a poet
in target poetry
– how many shots for a dollar?
If the person in charge
doesn’t produce competent targets
why do they buy them?
Is there a way?
Is there a good way to poetry?
Depends on the poetry.
The source poetry, the target poetry.
The audience and the massacre.

June 3rd, 2016
P.S.: Pls refer to Shen Haobo’s REPUBLIC. Maybe his best poem. Maybe my best translation.

Thank you,
Martin

KOLLEGE – 妖风 – COMRADE

三月 31, 2016

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Yao Feng
KOLLEGE

ein gedicht
hält keinen panzer auf
aber ein panzerfahrer
schreibt vielleicht ein gedicht

er springt aus seinem eisenhaufen
sitzt unter bäumen
versinkt in gedanken
schreibt solche sätze:

frühling ist noch nicht da
ein paar vögel
landen auf einer grünen kanone
und zwitschern

Übersetzt von MW am 31. März 2016

 

Yao Feng
COMRADE

poetry
won’t stop a tank
but could make a poet
out of the driver

he jumps from his heap of iron
sits down under a tree
gets lost in thought
writes down such lines:

spring has not yet arrived
a few birds
land on a green cannon
twittering

Tr. MW, March 2016

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悼大衛鮑伊 – FOR DAVID BOWIE

一月 15, 2016

悼大衛鮑伊

惦記他
故他在
记得9/11以後
他在紐约唱保羅西蒙的歌
America
惦記盧·里德
兩三年前聽他的現場
惦記臺灣老朋友
廖瑞銘臺灣語教授
记得88年在臺灣買崔健的卡带
惦記傳聲頭像
AC-DC 酒吧
平克·弗洛伊德
寫在BUFFALO TOWN 天花板
惦記臺灣摇滚
以及所有抵抗强暴的聲音

2016.1.11

60x60-5zg

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星期六七月26号去了鲍勃.迪伦现场 – Bob Dylan concert 在 Wiesen, 奥地利 Austria.
Rather good. Full raspy voice. Lots of ambivalence in the songs. Experimenting with old songs, making it new.
Songs from the albums TIME OUT OF MIND, WORLD GONE WRONG, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS and others. “Love Sick” was the last song. Very, very good. Before that, a new version of Blowin’ in the Wind.
Dylan was rather like Cui Jian 崔健 when he’s good – new songs every time, all of it – especially the classics.
Dylan mostly played piano. Good band. Each song a surprise. We saw Lou Reed two years ago. Also very good. Experimental, still.
That was the last chance I would get to experience Lou Reed live. He was himself, as far as I could tell. They also had what was left of The Doors – still with Ray Manzarek – and Ian Anderson and others. Doors trying to sound like on the records. Oh well. Ian Anderson coherent for one song only. Sad. Lou Reed strong. Like Dylan this time.

LAWN – 伊沙

九月 2, 2015

Yangrou Paomo

Yi Sha
LAWN

this green lawn
has life and death

it’s not the lawnmower
parked here
reminding us
grass grows like crazy

jade-coloured
butterflies
fluttering, chasing
one after the other

it’s one green flag
two flying bullets

June 2010
Tr. MW, 2015

草 坪

这块绿色的草坪
有生命也有死亡
倒不是
停在上面的除草机
提醒着我们
草儿在疯长
是玉色蝴蝶
在翩翩起舞
一只将另一只
追逐
宛如一面绿色旗帜上
掠过两块纷飞的弹片

2010

Yi Sha
RASEN

der grüne rasen
der tod und das leben

es ist nicht
der rasenmäher geparkt auf dem rasen
der uns erinnert
es wächst wie verrückt

es sind jadefarbene
flatternde falter
ein schmetterling
jagt den anderen

ein grünes banner
zwei patronen im flug

Juni 2010
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015

Qinghai Lake Festival Homepage

TIAN’ANMEN PARADE 天安門閱兵

八月 17, 2015
Picture by Thomas Wong

Picture by Thomas Wong

TIAN’ANMEN

even after tian’anmen
tian’anmen wasn’t always oppressive
you could fly a kite
then came the tanks
in 2009
for the 50th anniversary
of the liberation
this year they celebrate into september
beating the japanese
at least getting rid of them
I’m sure there will be
perfect command
of dancing children
no kites and no pigeons
at least for a while

MW August 2015

伊沙译维马丁诗《想象》IMAGINE

Imagine

SCH-SCH-T-TOT-T-TT-TERN – 伊沙维也纳朗诵会 – S-S-ST-T-T-TUT-T-TER-RING

五月 16, 2015
Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Yi Sha 《结结巴巴》
S-S-ST-T-T-TUT-T-TER-RING

m-m-my s-st-tut-t-ter-r-ring t-trap
d-d-dis-s-sab-b-bl-led c-c-cla-p-t-trap
c-c-can-n-t g-g-et a-a b-bit-te i-int-to m-my b-brain
and l-look a-at m-my l-legs

y-you-your f-f-fly-i-ing spit
y-y-your m-mildewed s-slime
m-m-my w-weary l-lungs
a-are f-f-full o-of g-grime

I n-need t-to b-b-break out
f-f-from y-y-your s-sp-pout-ting s-song
b-break o-out o-of y-your h-house

m-m-my sh-shoot-t-ting t-t-tongue
m-m-mach-chine g-g-gunn f-fire
it feels so good

i-in m-m-my s-st-tut-t-ter-ring l-life
the-there a-are n-no g-ghosts
ju-just l-llook at-t m-my f-face
I d-d-don’t c-care!

1991
Tr. MW, 2015

Yi Sha 《结结巴巴》
ST-STO-TO-TT-TERN

m-mein st-sto-to-tt-ternd-der m-mund
b-b-behind-dderter schschlund
b-b-bei-sst- s-ich wund
an m-meinem r-rasenden hirn
und m-meine b-beine –

euer t-trief-fend-der,
schschimmliger schschleim
m-meine l-lunge
i-ist m-müd’ und hin

i-ich w-will r-r-aus
aus eurem g-gross-a-artiggen rh-rhythmus
a-aus eurem h-haus

m-m-meine
sch-schp-prache
m-masch-schinengewehr-s-salven
es tut so gut

in m-meinem st-stott-ttoterndem r-reim
auf m-mein l-leben g-gibt es k-keine l-leich-chen
s-s-seht m-mich a-an
m-m-mir i-ist all-les g-gleich!

1991
Übersetzt von MW im April 2013

<結結巴巴>

結結巴巴我的嘴
二二二等殘廢
咬不住我狂狂狂奔的思維
還有我的腿

你們四處流流流淌的口水
散著霉味
我我我的肺
多麼勞累

我要突突突圍
你們莫莫莫名其妙
的節奏
急待突圍

我我我的
我的機槍點點點射般
的語言
充滿快慰

結結巴巴我的命
我的命裡沒沒沒有鬼
你們瞧瞧瞧我
一臉無所謂

1991

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Yi Sha 《精神病患者》
GEISTESKRANKE

theoretisch
weiß ich nicht
wie es sich äußert
wenn eine geisteskrankheit ausbricht
ich hab nur gesehen
in diesem land
in dieser stadt
wenn ein geisteskranker loslegt
streckt er den arm hoch und bricht aus
in parolen
der revolution

1994
Übersetzt von Martin Winter 2013

《精神病患者》

從理論上講
一個精神病患者的發作
應該是怎樣的
我不知道
我只看到
在這個國家
在這座城市
一個精神病患者的發作
往往是振臂高呼
一串革命口號

1994

Yi Sha《精神病患者》
MENTAL PATIENTS

theoretically
I don’t know
how it should be
when a mental patient
suffers an outbreak
but what I have seen
in this country
in this city –
a mental patient suffers an outbreak:
up goes his arm
out come the slogans of revolution

1994
Tr. MW, 2013-2014

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Yi Sha 《我想杀人》
ICH MÖCHTE JEMANDEN UMBRINGEN

ich fühle mich etwas komisch
ich will jemanden töten

oh! das war letztes jahr
herbst kroch über das laub

zwanzig todeskandidaten
am flussufer nördlich der stadt

“peng! peng!”
einer wurde aufgeschnitten

in der folgenden operation
erhielten WIR eine niere

1994
Übersetzt von MW 2012

《我想殺人》

我有點不大對勁了
– 我想殺人
噢!那是去年
在爬滿落葉的秋天
二十名死囚被押往
北郊的河灘
“砰!砰!”
其中一個被剖腹取腎
在隨後進行的手術中
移植寡人

1994

Yi Sha 《我想殺人》
I WANT TO KILL

I am feeling a little strange
– I want to kill someone
Oh! It was last year
autumn crept over the leaves
twenty death candidates lined up
at the river north of the city
„Peng! peng!“
One of them was cut open
and in the following operation
We got a kidney

1994
Tr. MW, 2015

angewandte2

Yi Sha 《9/11心理报告》
9/11 AUF DER COUCH

erste sekunde mund offen scheunentor
zweite sekunde stumm wie ein holzhuhn
dritte sekunde das ist nicht wahr
vierte sekunde kein zweifel mehr da
fünfte sekunde das brennt nicht schlecht
sechste sekunde geschieht ihnen recht
siebte sekunde das ist die rache
achte sekunde sie verstehen ihre sache
neunte sekunde die sind sehr fromm
zehnte sekunde bis ich drauf komm
meine schwester
wohnt in new york
wo ist das telefon
bitte ein ferngespräch
komme nicht durch
spring zum computer
bitte ins internet
email ans mädl
zitternde finger
wo sind die tasten
mädl, schwester!
lebst du noch?
in sorge, dein bruder!

2001
Übersetzt 2013 von Martin Winter

Yi Sha
9.11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH

Ist second: mouth barn-door open
2nd second: wooden-chicken stiff
3rd second: couldn’t believe it
4th second: it must be true
5th second: what a great fire
6th second: well they deserve it
7th second: this is retribution
8th second: these buggers have guts
9th second: must be their religion
10th second: before I realize
my own little sister
lives in new york
I need a telephone
long distance call!
can’t get a connection!
I go storming for a computer
where is the internet
typing out characters
writing an email
shaky fingers
“sister, sister!
are you alive?
your elder brother is worried sick!”

2001
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

9/11心理報告

第1秒鐘目瞪口呆
第2秒鐘呆若木雞
第3秒鐘將信將疑
第4秒鐘確信無疑
第5秒鐘隔岸觀火
第6秒鐘幸災樂禍
第7秒鐘口稱復仇
第8秒鐘崇拜歹徒
第9秒鐘感嘆信仰
第10秒鐘猛然記起
我的胞妹
就住在紐約
急撥電話
要國際長途
未通
扑向電腦
上網
發伊妹兒
敲字
手指發抖
“妹子,妹子
你還活著嗎?
老哥快要急死了!”

2001

VERTEIDIGT SARAJEWO – 伊沙

四月 15, 2015

Yi Sha
VERTEIDIGT SARAJEWO

die erde bebt
als ob der himmel brennt
walter
du stehst am brückenkopf
hörst die kirchenglocken
ein schlag nach dem andern
unter den parteistandarten
die altstadt ein haufen ruinen
walter
du weißt was du gebrauchst
ist nicht mehr ein kennwort
was verteidigt werden muss
ist auch nicht nur
der boden
es ist der wind
ob er durchwehen kann
die gassen in feindeshand
zwischen verlassenen
häusern hindurch
auch wenn nur eine
eidechse überbleibt
spricht sie serbokroatisch
vielleicht bleiben nach einer explosion
nur noch kreisende mücken
aber du musst dich dennoch anzünden
walter walter
die erde bebt
als ob der himmel brennt

1989
Übers. v. MW, 2015

《保卫萨拉热窝》

大地在颤抖
仿佛天空在燃烧
瓦尔特
当你伫立桥头
听教堂钟声
一记记锻打着
残垣断壁
在党卫军旗帜的抚摸下
故城已变成一片废墟
瓦尔特
你就知道你所使用的
不再是一句暗语
需要保卫的
也不仅仅是
沦陷的土地
而是风
能否自由通行
在失陷的街巷之间
在空掉的
房间与房间之间
哪怕只剩下
最后一支壁虎
也说着塞尔维亚语言
也许在一场爆炸之后
只留下飞翔的蚊子
但还是要将自己点燃
瓦尔特 瓦尔特
大地在颤抖
仿佛天空在燃烧

1989

IN PRAISE OF CIGARETTES – 伊沙 Yi Sha

四月 5, 2015

Yi Sha
IN PRAISE OF CIGARETTES

I praise cigarettes
the fingers that produce them
I imagine where tobacco comes from
in that golden season
people appear in and out of the sun like black slaves
a battered truck drives into the distance
smokestacks puff out grey curling clouds
the cigarettes I crave
that’s where they come from
on the assembly line
they are like bullets ready to fire
or like rows of standard white poplars
but I cannot compare them like this
I know the meaning of work
every good cigarette
retains a heavy taste of sweat
each time I enjoy them
watch them burn to ash
in a short time
I have a special satisfaction
because I care about origins

1989
Tr. MW, April 2015

 

Yi Sha
LOB DER ZIGARETTE

ich preise zigaretten
die hände die sie produzieren
ich stelle mir vor wo der tabak herkommt
in der goldenen jahreszeit
leute tauchen auf aus der sonne wie sklaven
ein verbeulter lkw fährt in die ferne
schornsteine speien ringelnde wolken
die zigaretten auf die ich warte
dort kommen sie her
auf dem fließband
sind sie wie patronen fertig zum schießen
wie standard-reihen von weißen pappeln
aber so kann ich sie nicht vergleichen
ich weiß was arbeit heißt
eine gute zigarette
hat noch das schwere aroma von schweiß
wenn ich sie genieße
wenn sie in kurzer zeit
abbrennen
hab ich eine eigene befriedigung
ich achte auf herkunft

1989
Übers. v. MW, April 2015

 

《写给香烟的一首赞美诗 》

我赞美香烟
赞美制作香烟的手指
我想象烟草的来历
在那黄金季节
黑奴般的人儿出没在阳光里
一辆破铁皮的卡车开向远方
烟囱喷吐着灰色的卷云
我所期待的香烟
就出自那里
它们在流水线上
像一粒粒整装待发的子弹
或一排排标准的白杨树干
但我不能如此比喻
我深知劳作的意义
一支好的香烟
都弥漫着浓重的汗味
每当我享用它们
看它们在短暂的时间
烧成灰烬
我都有着非凡的快意
因为我是深明来历的人

(1989)

ERSTER APRIL – 伊沙 Yi Sha

四月 2, 2015

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Yi Sha 《愚人节》
ERSTER APRIL

am ersten april sind die straßen ganz voller leute
am ersten april stehst du und wirst ein spucknapf
wartest auf den straßen der stadt bis dir jemand
erzählt von feuer, vom krieg
von sachen die nicht jeden tag vorkommen
das hat ein spucknapf davon dass er wartet
auf einen dicken mundvoll – die lust der erwartung
den ganzen tag
die sonne rutscht ihm vom scheitel hinunter
wie eine fliege mit rotem kopf
ausrutscht und sich das rechte bein bricht
auch diese blicke die bleichen
die kommen herüber
und bleichen die roten vorhänge vor den geschäften
die bürger der stadt
sind voller kultur
nicht ein einziger schöner
faden von speichel
heute bleibst du ganz sauber
und ganz allein
an sonstigen tagen
bückst du dich und sammelst
den schleimigen schorf
das blut von den lügen

1989
Übers. v. MW am 1. April 2015

 

《愚人節》

愚人節的街上長滿人叢
愚人節的日子你站成一隻痰桶
在都市的街頭等待著誰
告訴你火災、戰爭
一些平日裏少有發生的事情
這是一隻痰桶在等待一口濃痰的
青睞——有所期待而快感
整整一日
太陽從頭頂滑落
像一隻紅頭蒼蠅
被光滑的頭油摔斷右腿
那些漂白的目光
也越過去
去漂白大紅的店幌
城市的居民
文雅而高尚
冷落你的豈止是
一線漂亮的飛痰
今天你乾乾淨淨
如此孤獨
而平常的日子
你俯身即拾
遍地瘡痍的痰跡
佈滿謊言的血絲

1989

 

Yi Sha 《塔林》
WALD VON PAGODEN

in meiner brust
in meinem herzen
wächst ein wald von pagoden
es sind lauter dichter
aus alten zeiten
verstummt
stehen sie
deshalb bin ich so ernst
in mir funkelt
ein licht von buddha
der glanz den du siehst
in meinen augen
grenzenloses leid
kein ausweg in sicht
hier ist mein eigener turm
er hilft mir nicht zu schweigen
die spitze ragt bei mir aus dem mund
das ist meine kleine pagode
im großen wald
in dieser kleinen pagode
tief in meinem körper
bin ich ganz enthalten

1989
Übers. v. MW am 1. April 2015

 

《塔林》

在胸中的空間
在我內心深處
長滿了塔林
它們森林般生長
代表過往的年代
每一位逝去的大師
圓寂在塔林內部
他們塔林般站立
使我內心無比莊嚴
閃耀著神秘的佛光
那是你在我眼中
所看見的光芒
苦海無邊
回頭也不是岸
哪是我自己的一座
使我不再沉默
那自我口中刺出的塔尖
是屬於我的
那塔林叢中小小的一座
在我肉體內部
就包容了我的全部

1989

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Yi Sha 《善良的愿望抑或倒放胶片的感觉》
FROMMER WUNSCH ODER DAS GEFÜHL EINEN FILM ZURÜCKZUDREHEN

patronen schießen zurück in die rohre
worte ziehn sich zurück in den stift
schneeflocken fliegen hinauf von der erde
der helle tag rennt in die sonne
züge verstecken sich alle im tunnel
ruinen richten sich auf als gebäude
maschinen zerfallen in einzelteile
kinder kriechen zurück in den bauch
auf den straßen sind weniger leute
blätter springen zurück auf die zweige
das lebensmüde mädchen hüpft in den zweiten stock
verschwundene lösen sich von den vermisstenanzeigen
hände nach leuten ausgestreckt gehn zurück in die taschen
braut entflieht der hochzeitsnacht
und erlebt ihre erste liebe
der junge bursch wird ganz unschuldig
saugt an einer flasche nicht an zigaretten
und sie kommt zurück
geht rückwärts in mein kleines zimmer
ich entfliehe dem kalten
und fremden bahnhof
bin zurück auf der schulbank
mit einem roten tuch um den hals
steh auf für den lehrer sitz in der stunde
jeden tag nach oben lerne fleißig

1989
Übers. v. MW am 1. April 2015

 

《善良的愿望抑或倒放胶片的感觉》

炮弹射进炮筒
字迹缩回笔尖
雪花飞离地面
白昼奔向太阳
河流流向源头
火车躲进隧洞
废墟站立成为大厦
机器分化成为零件
孩子爬进了娘胎
街上的行人少掉
落叶跳上枝头
自杀的少女跃上三楼
失踪者从寻人启示上跳下
伸向他人之手缩回口袋
新娘逃离洞房
成为初恋的少女
少年愈加天真
叼起比香烟粗壮的奶瓶
她也会回来
倒退着走路
回到我的小屋
我会逃离那冰冷
而陌生的车站
回到课堂上
红领巾回到脖子上
起立 上课
天天向上 好好学习

1989

IMAGINE ONE DAY – 2014 in review

一月 2, 2015

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MOON

a slice of lemon
a slice of tangerine
a ginger cake
finally we have snow

MW Dec. 28, 2014

WANBAO

Yi Sha
DREAM #203

I am on an iron ladder
on the side of a tall building
I’m facing outside
stepping down slowly
outside of my dreams
I’m not at all afraid of heights
but in this dream
my hands and feet are cold with fear
I’m risking a look
down to what I call
mother earth in my poems
getting dizzy
wanting to fall, headlong
gingerly feeling my way
step by step
finally
losing my feet
but – I’m still okay
because by now
it’s not more than a man’s height to the ground
lightly and softly
my feet touching down

2012
Tr. MW, 1/1/15

伊沙
《梦(203)》

我从一座大楼
外墙的铁梯上
面朝外面
拾级而下
梦之外
绝不恐高的我
梦之内
被吓得手脚冰凉
我望了一眼
我在诗中
称之为大地的东西
头晕目眩
很想一头栽下去
举步维艰
缓缓而下
终于
还是失足坠落
但是——没事儿
因为此时的高度
只剩一人来高
我的双足
轻柔触地

photo by Howard Romero

photo by Howard Romero

Li Bai
ANSWER FROM THE MOUNTAINS

why do I live in green peaks?
I laugh, my heart is at ease.
blossoms floating far adrift –
earth and sky not from this world.

8th century AD
Tr. MW, 2014

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SONG OF THE VICTIMS – 严力 Yan Li

十一月 12, 2014

SONG OF THE VICTIMS- Yan Li

Yan Li
SONG OF THE VICTIMS

at all sorts of places
in many seasons they become victims
on streets on both sides of bridges
inside races and systems,
cities and villages
within knowledge even outside the internet
oh yes
life goes on at the site of the victims
and high tech must be present
so their suffering
is always refreshed
even bystanders are
refreshed, becoming victims

Sept. 2014
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014

GUANYIN SOIL – 葉臻 Ye Zhen

六月 16, 2014

ye zhen FERTILITY

Ye Zhen
FERTILITY

sister is six years older than me
in these six years
mother was in her most fertile years
but didn’t bear children

sister was born in 1957
I was born in 1963
mother said
in these six years
so many people died in our village
so many people died in china

mother also said
fertility is not up to a person
it is up to grain
up to rice and wheat
up to leaves and tree bark
up to ‘guanyin soil’

2014-05-11
Tr. MW, June 2014

勿忘汉语拼音练习

六月 10, 2014
picture by Sara Bernal

picture by Sara Bernal

Wei Mading
WUWANG HANYUPINYINLIANXI

wuwangliusiuwangliusiwwangliusiwu
angliusiwuwngliusiwuwagliusiwuwan
liusiwuwangiusiwuwanglusiwuwangli
siwuwangliuiwuwangliuswuwangliusi

MW June 2014

picture by Sara Bernal

picture by Sara Bernal

JUNE 4TH, 2014

六月 5, 2014

nzz-tiananmen-1989

 

There were demonstrations in Vienna yesterday. I went during the day, but in the evening I was too tired. It was important in the evening, of course. They let far-right organizations march through the city, canvass at universities and so on, aggressively protected by police. Anti-fascist protesters have a hard stand. Police brutality is fatal sometimes. A young subway sprayer was beaten into a coma by Wiener Linien public transport security and police in early April, and has not woken up since then. In the evening of June 3rd, the East Asian Studies department at Vienna university held an open discussion. The most interesting thing was three young female students who had interviewed Fang Zheng 方政 via Skype. He was that athlete whose legs were severed by a tank when he helped a female student get out of the way in the morning of June 4th, 1989. He became a disabled athlete and set records. But they were always worried he would get too much publicity, so he was barred from some international events. He kept quiet during the Olympics in 2008, so that he would get his passport and could leave in 2009. Lives in San Francisco, chairs an exile organization there. That presentation was great. The North Korea specialist made some interesting remarks, and in the end a Chinese professor finally made a brief personal statement. Vienna University vice president Prof. Weigelin-Schwiedrzik asked the students present what they would have done, if they would have stayed on the square under the threat of martial law. It is a romantic question – the protests in 1989 are always romanticized, as if it had been one great student party. Students took the lead, but the most important thing about any nationwide protest is popular participation, workers and many common people, not elites. Same with Taiwan’s recent Sunflower Movement. Anyway, I raised my hand and said I could not know what I would have done. Several people said so. I said I was in Taiwan in 1989, they also had demonstrations, with different aims. The February 28th, 1947 massacre in Taiwan had not yet been acknowledged. What I should have said when I raised my hand was that everyone present should think about taking part in the anti-fascist protests the next day in Vienna, on June 4th, 2014.

Tiananmen Square

 

BEIJING SPRING (FACE THE SEA, SPRING IN BLOOM)

三月 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

Worldwide Reading

六月 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.

Mo 莫

十二月 9, 2012

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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?)

Drachenabend

五月 31, 2012

子尤(1990.4-2006.10),1990年生于北京,8岁开始创作,爱好文学、电影、话剧等;写诗歌、散文、小说、剧本。15岁出版文集《谁的青春有我狂》。 2004年,14岁时发现胸腔肿瘤,2006年去逝。2007年子尤去世百日,母亲柳红为子尤出版诗集《画天》,2011年,子尤去世五周年时,柳红为他出版讲述病中故事的遗作《英芝芬芳华蓉》。在中国大陆,子尤被视作90后写作者的代表人物。

Ziyou

Drachenabend, Tianan’men

4. Juni 2003, Drachenbootfest

 

Drachenabend, Tian’anmen.

Einzelne Lichter, lautlos klagende Seelen.

Weites, endlos leeres Feld,

Grab für Zorn und Widerstand.

 

Weint doch! Schreit durch die reißenden Jahre!

Weint doch! Hier liegt Fleisch und Blut der Jugend!

Ich will die deckenden Wolken zerreißen,

Die Sonne muss durch, durch den lastenden Himmel!

 

Spöttisches Lachen stört mich im Herzen,

Zynischer Witz stößt die Trauer hervor.

Wahrheit ist eingegraben im Inneren,

Spuren, die bleiben, egal was sie spinnen.

 

Kommt nur! Feiglinge. wo sind die Schwerter?

Ich hab’ den Stift des Gewissens, der hilft gegen noch so viel Zeit.

Mag doch der Sturm meine Würde verwehen,

Mit ihm tret ich offen das Gatter der Wahrheit!

 

Auf einmal heb’ ich den Kopf, durch die kläglichen Lichter

Im weißen Gewand kommt auf Flügeln des Windes der Dichter Qu Yuan, dessen Fest wir begehen.

Wenn standhafte Augen, wenn Treue und Glauben

Zerbrechen, dann bleibt er uns durch die Jahrtausende nah.

 

Warte! Wart’ noch ein bisschen!

Lasst uns sie wecken.

Das Blut, das einst wallte in Millionen,

Das Blut, das vergossene Blut ist noch warm.

 

Vor dem alten Palast, vor den uralten Mauern,

Ein gewaltiger Kampf hat die Seele getötet.

Lu Xun ist tot. Ideale sind leer.

Die Begeisterung von damals ist längst zur Taubheit verkommen.

 

Drachenabend, trauriger Tian’anmen,

Willenskraft, feurige Kühnheit sind längst versteckt in verständigen Blicken.

Die Seelen der Toten, opfert sie nicht der Verschwörung.

Lasst sie nicht ewig liegen in Särgen, die selbst die Friedhofswächter ermüden.

 

Wann können die Toten die Häupter erheben?

Wen frag ich in Tränen, ich frage die Seelen.

“Die Göttin der Demokratie ist gefallen,

der Platz wird die Schatten der Tapferen behalten.”

 

 

Übersetzung Martin Winter Mai 2012

 

 

夜幕下的天安门

子尤

2003年6月4日(癸未年端午)

 

夜幕下的天安门,

孤灯几盏,陪伴着无声哭泣的亡魂。

广场上空旷得如同凄凉的原野,

一片埋葬怒吼与反抗的坟。

 

哭吧!岁月的急流不应冲走呐喊,

哭吧!那里有带血的青春!

我要撕碎那些遮遮掩掩的乌云,

用涌出的阳光击破笼罩在天空的昏沉!

 

有一声讥笑扰乱了我的心灵,

有一语嘲讽碰撞出我的悲愤。

真理永远深刻在我的内心,

蜘蛛无法驱走它的裂痕。

 

来吧!胆小鬼,拔出利剑吧!

我有一支叫做良知的笔阻挡了时间的停顿!

狂风可以卷走我的尊严,

我却用它踢破真相的大门!

 

猛抬头,一身白袍的屈原在孤灯微弱的映照下乘风而来,

当他不甘流浪在无底的深渊时,刚毅的眼边有许许泪痕。

在忠诚的信念被粉碎的一刻,

过去与现实的历史间有了横亘。

 

等待!再等待一下!

觉醒能够唤起他们。

百万个生命的热血,

至今还能感知于逝者的体温。

 

在文明悠久的古老宫殿前方

一场浩大的战斗屠杀了生灵的单纯。

鲁迅死了!只留下空心的理想,

当年的活力也早变成了颓废的两耳不闻。

 

夜幕下的天安门何等悲凉,

刚毅沸腾的气魄已藏身在会意的眼神。

死去的亡灵不应成为阴谋的祭品

从此永远躲在棺材里,让守墓的老人也觉得发困。

 

何日能将出头之讯奉献于逝者的灵前,

我悲泣地向冤魂发问。

 “雕塑的自由女神轰然倒下,

烈士的身影在广场上永存。”

 

 

 

廖亦武歌一首 Liao Yiwu: Moonlight going through the woods

四月 20, 2012

Liao Yiwu

Elegy

 

Moonlight going through the woods

and I think of my beloved

resting in the yellow earth

and a shot rings far away.

 

I was full of arduous thoughts

shouldering my country’s fate

now my hands are hanging bare

blunt and rusty is my blade.

 

Moonlight going through my head

and I think of my beloved

I am wandering, growing old

you are dead, forever young.

 

Tr. MW, Apr. 2012

Liao Yiwu in Taipei

二月 12, 2012

I went to a great reading/ concert/ political happening by Liao Yiwu in Taipei tonight. It was organized by Wang Dan’s New School for Democracy. First time Liao performed his legendary poem Massacre from the night before June 4th, 1989 in public for a Chinese-speaking audience. Very memorable experience. People wept and remembered the White Terror and the Feb. 28, 1947 massacre in Taiwan. The case of Zhu Yufu, who got 7 years for a poem in China, was mentioned several times. Liao Yiwu was asked for his opinions about the controversy around the boss of the Want Want conglomerate and media czar (China Times etc.) who recently denied there was a major massacre in 1989. Liao Yiwu reaffirmed the answer he had given at Taipei International Book Fair. He just said he wasn’t very interested what some merchant would have to say. They would say anything to please Beijing, and unfortunately they would get away with it very easily. Liao was also very critical of the book fair. Glossy and haphazard in many ways, that was his impression. No dignity for authors, no thorough organisation of readings. Well, I must say I liked all the events I saw or participated in. The show girls and the people walking around advertising discounts did not give the impression of a very cultured event, rather like some market selling everything aside from books, just like Liao said. But they certainly did have some well organized readings, and international highlights in French and German, for example. Anyway, Liao Yiwu’s performance tonight was a very exceptional event. I think they recorded it, and I heard it was broadcasted live on the Internet. Don’t know where exactly. Liao was asked what he thought about the relation of literature and politics. He spoke about reading Orwell’s 1984 in jail, and talked about the parts leading up to the end of the novel, how Winston is broken with the use of a rat and made to rat out his girlfriend, and how he loves Big Brother as he is taken away to be shot. Perfect example for his own aesthetics, Liao said. He still supports people doing ‘pure literature’, goes to poetry readings about the Full Moon Sound Magazine (http://fullmoonsoundmagazine.tumblr.com/) and stuff like that. He was not interested in politics until 1989, he said. The Hakka songstress Luo Sirong sung a very poignant lullaby at the end. This part would not have been forbidden in China. Liao’s performance was so intense it made you vary of police barging in. But the most precious thing was the whole event together, the songs and the music, the talks and discussions. The strong interaction made it all very special and rare.

董恆秀的感想

so

六月 2, 2011

so (children’s day)

it is children’s day today
so i’m very very tired
as i’ve been for many years
so i don’t appear so often
so i’m very very late
so i’m here like anyone
so we’re doing what we can
so i’ll have another birthday
so we’ve china to remember
so we’ve 1989
so we’re doing what we can

MW June 1st, 2011

Maia & Leo

Libya & Other Countries

二月 22, 2011

As rich European countries go, maybe Austria is just as bad as Italy or France. Only smaller, more provincial. Newest anti-foreigner laws package passed on Tuesday, Feb. 22nd, 2011. The protesters in Egypt didn’t really look to America or Western Europe, but to protest experiences in Serbia and such. At least that’s what I remember from reports in the NY Times, among others. A Chinese friend told me he was watching the Arab protests very much,while he was in Europe, because the pictures from Egypt reminded him of Beijing in 1989.

China has had too many so-called revolutions under Mao and a big failure with protests for civil rights and democracy in 1989. But there are many protests in China all the time. Labor unrest, land seizures, health hazards etc.. There may also be a big craving for stability, hence the hesitation to participate in larger protests. The op-ed in the NYT (IHT) by Daniel Bell, designated Western politics professor in Tianjin, was very academic. Or very wishy-washy. Civil rights are universal. No, China’s not so special. Reporters know, especially when they go to see the blind Women’s rights activist lawyer in Shandong and get waylay-ed and beaten. No, nobody cares about supposed academic discussions on why democracy might not work. Yes, people try to lead a good life, individually, for their family, and sometimes they notice the limits, and try to work around them, and many do talk about it. Sorry for the rambling. As I said, rich countries are no beacons. Maybe I am more politics-sensitive than before, since we moved back to Austria from China, after 10 years in Beijing and a few more in other cities. Roger Cohen is right, the EU doesn’t look very good at all these days.

Don't bother

Don't bother

Egypt and China

二月 3, 2011

A sign in Cairo

Chinese sign in Cairo

Any discussion on forbidden topics is worthwhile. And this topic seems to be at least semi-forbidden on websites easily accessible in China. Social unrest is widespread and continues to grow. China is built on denial. Not on the Nile. There is no river in Beijing. I wonder if there has been any precipitation by now since fall. It was pretty bad in 2000, I remember. They dug huge canals all the way from around Nanjing and Wuhan to bring water for Beijing and Tianjin. Imagine a new canal dug through a city center, 100 meter down. That’s what I saw somewhere in Henan in 2007 or so. Maybe most people don’t take part in uprisings yet. As anywhere, people are concerned with their family and their livelihood. Not with the government. Unless something bad enough happens, you don’t need to take action. Maybe you’ll discuss something, like Premier Wen visiting the Beijing Petition Bureau. They do seem to feel the need to address some problems publicly, and not only through suppression. They continue to suppress many words, such as eleven or civil society. Actually I’m not sure if eleven is still sensitive, but it wouldn’t surprise me, since a certain dissident who was sentenced to eleven years on Dec. 25, 2009, got a lot of publicity lately. Any comparison of China with countries in volatile situations is worthwhile. It’s important not to end up in the Nile, or in denial. That’s a nice little joke I heard from our friend Liam, very nice if you’re far away, I guess. To a very large extent, China is built on denial. The same could be said about other societies, like Austria. But maybe at least there is less denial now than 30 or 40 or 50 years ago. In Austria, maybe. It’s a dialectical process, maybe. There is still a lot of denial. But in China denial is at the base of the system. In private talk, if you’re a friend, people will tell you what they went through in the 1950s, -60s, -70s and so on, or what they are doing now, even if it’s against official policy. But is there enough public discussion of past and present grievances and problems? This is already very close to the question Adam (see below) has put in his post. Adam is right, saying that China is very special and very stable and so on often gets very obnoxious. I am very wary of any big-time supportive international collaboration with institutions in China. Just look at what happened at the Frankfurt Book Fair 2009. The organizers cooperated with China’s GAPP, the general administration of pressure and prodding to toe the government line in publishing. The Ministry of Truth. Maybe they had to, to stage a China-themed fair. And the ensuing scandal was good, except for a few officials. Any kind of discussion is good, any kind of publicity, if there is a lot of denial. I wonder if the Robert Bosch trust fund and other Western sources of funding for cooperation with China learned anything. In December there was a discussion in Germany and Austria, after an article in the Sueddeutsche Zeitung suggested that Chinese Studies institutions staid away from the topic of the Nobel Peace Prize award for a Chinese dissident. Maybe some of them do, if the people in charge are too closely affiliated with the Confucius Institutes situated right inside the Chinese Studies department, as it is usually the case now. In Vienna, this wasn’t a problem. There was a big discussion on January 11 at the Sinology department of the East Asian Institute, one of the most engaged and open events at Vienna University in a while, probably. Bei Ling, author of the Liu Xiaobo biography was there, reading and talking to an enthusiastic crowd, in a very interesting discussion about the roles of intellectuals and public institutions. Professor Weigelin was fully in her element. Prof. Findeisen and Dr. Wemheuer contributed important points on literature and society. Who would have thought that in January, people around the world would spontaneously think of 1989? At least for me it feels like back then, very sudden change sweeping through several countries. So of course there are many comparisons. It is nice to live in exciting times, and important not to end up in the Nile. May they have peace and better times in Egypt soon!

Shanghai Scrap (2/1/11):

Comparing Egypt and China ­ wrong questions, meaningless answers

Sign in Arabic and Chinese

From Language Log

Literature Nobel winner Elfriede Jelinek on Liu Xiaobo and the new biography now out in German

十二月 10, 2010

This is a book about an absent person, who is held in prison; who has won a Nobel Peace prize and is not allowed to collect it: Liu Xiaobo. His old friend Bei Ling writes about him. He draws a many-faceted picture – only a knowledgeable friend can do that. This book is concerned with manifestos, petitions, political actions, but also with self-doubt and guilt, stubbornness and ambition. The author Bei Ling, who was imprisoned himself before, sees his duty in painting a complicated picture of this civil rights activist, with many different shades and colors. Bei Ling knows that he can see Liu Xiaobo only from one side, he can only portray him in profile, not from the front. But even if it is only part of a bigger picture, this part shows us a whole cosmos of courage and repression, of labor camps and life outside watched by security agents, like the life that the wife of this civil rights activist is forced to lead. This book offers a lot of information, but it doesn’t explain everything, because it wants you to keep asking questions. This is why I think everybody should read it.
Elfriede Jelinek, Tr. MW

Read more …

Liu Xiaobo biography published

My essay on Liu Xiaobo and the new biography

Translating the bio

Liu Xiaobo and 1984

Elfriede Jelinek with Bei Ling and translator Martin Winter in Munich

Liu Xiaobo 1989 and today

十月 5, 2010

No Choice – My Memories of Liu Xiaobo Before And After 1989

Keine andere Wahl – Liu Xiaobo, 1989 und heute

Bei Ling

This article was published on June 16, 2010 in Ming Pao Daily, Hong Kong and in Lianhe Bao (United Daily News), Taipei.

Die chinesische Originalfassung dieses Artikels erschien am 16. Juni 2010 in den Tageszeitungen Ming Pao (Hongkong) und Lianhe bao (United Daily News, Taiwan)

Translation/Übersetzung: Martin Winter

Source/Quelle: Lianhe Bao (United Daily News, Taipei)

http://mag.udn.com/mag/world/storypage.jsp?f_MAIN_ID=235&f_SUB_ID=4595&f_ART_ID=255134

See also
英語報紙:In English:
http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/editorials/archives/2010/11/02/2003487492

In German:

http://www.faz.net/s/Rub117C535CDF414415BB243B181B8B60AE/Doc~E3AB4F19D97FC404CB097C726A204806D~ATpl~Ecommon~Scontent.html

En espanol:

http://www.abc.es/20101010/internacional/xiaobo-1989-ahora-20101010.html

From the Noble Committee:

https://docs.google.com/View?id=dc7f6bh9_884dj3m7sfh

別無選擇——記1989年前後的劉曉波

【聯合報╱貝嶺/文】

2010.06.17 03:28 am

He is very gentle, but he cannot stand any false kindness; he emphasizes individualism, though in daily life he needs his friends very much … His unique personality highlights exactly the kind of character that is so extremely rare among Chinese intellectuals …

Er ist ein sanfter Mensch und kann doch faule Kompromisse nicht ertragen. Er tritt für die Freiheit des Individiums ein und ist doch im täglichen Leben sehr stark auf seine Freunde angewiesen. Sein eigenwilliger Charakter ist gerade unter chinesischen Intellektuellen sehr selten und kostbar…

他喜歡溫和,卻又無法容忍平庸的溫和,他強調個體,可在日常生活中他又如此地需要朋友……他獨特的個性恰恰反襯了中國知識分子極其缺乏個性……

Author’s comment:

This text has been modified. I first wrote it in New York in June 1989, after the June Fourth crackdown, and after I heard that Liu Xiaobo had been arrested in Beijing. I had to vent my feelings. The Liu Xiaobo in this article is my very personal Liu Xiaobo from over 20 years ago.

Read on …

英語報紙:In English:
http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/editorials/archives/2010/11/02/2003487492

德國報紙 Auf Deutsch:
http://www.faz.net/s/Rub117C535CDF414415BB243B181B8B60AE/Doc~E3AB4F19D97FC404CB097C726A204806D~ATpl~Ecommon~Scontent.html
西班牙報紙 En español:
http://www.abc.es/20101010/internacional/xiaobo-1989-ahora-20101010.html

挪威諾貝爾委會 Noble Comittee Communique
https://docs.google.com/View?id=dc7f6bh9_884dj3m7sfh
中國留學生 Chinese students abroad
http://www.dailyillini.com/blogs/different-perspectives/2010/10/31/chinese-illini-not-sure-how-to-feel-about-chinas-first-nobel
王超華 Wang Chaohua
http://www.thechinabeat.org/?p=2793


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