Posts Tagged ‘death penalty’
3月 8, 2024
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Qizi
DIE PLATANEN ENTLANG DER SUN-YATSEN-STRASSE
An beiden Seiten der Strasse
sind Platanen gepflanzt.
Als ich klein war,
sind Drachentänzer zum Laternenfest
und verurteilte Todeskandidaten im offenen Lastwagen
durch diese Straße gekommen.
Nachher hat niemand mehr Drachen getanzt.
Und vor der Hinrichtung wird man nicht mehr vorgeführt.
Die Platanen sind noch da,
alle paar Jahre
schneiden sie ihnen
im Winter den Kopf ab.
Voriges Jahr im Dezember
waren sie grad wieder dran gewesen.
Heute fahr ich dort entlang,
die Platanen sind nur noch Stangen,
stehen stramm im kalten Frühlingswind.
Hinter ihnen die Häuser an der Straße,
manche sind abgerissen,
manche warten darauf.
2024-03-06
Übersetzt von MW im März 2024
中山路的梧桐
起子
中山路两侧
种着梧桐
在我小时候
元宵节的舞龙队
押着死刑犯游街的车队
都从这些树下经过
后来没人舞龙了
死刑犯也不再游街
梧桐一直都在
每过几年
它们在冬天
要被砍一次头
去年冬天它们刚又被
砍过一次
今天开车路过
只剩下树干的梧桐
在春寒中直立
它们后面沿街的房子
有的被推倒了
有的在等待被推到
2024-3-6
标签：change, dancing, death, death penalty, demolition, dragon, 起子, history, houses, Lantern Festival, life, location, memory, poetry, Qizi, spring, tradition, trees, violence, winter
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6月 6, 2023
Hou Qi
EXEKUTION
Vor der Grube knien,
Hände hinterm Rücken gefesselt,
Augen verbunden.
Die Gewehrmündung
wahrscheinlich im Nacken,
in der richtigen Höhe.
Fühlt es sich kalt an,
so wie grad aus dem Bauch kommen?
In den Tod gehen,
ist es ein Sprint wie bei der Geburt?
Aber wie denn rennen,
gefesselt?
Wahrscheinlich eher ein Sprung ins Meer,
Meerwasser soll wie Fruchtwasser sein.
Der Knall ist weit zu hören.
Dann nur ein bisschen anstoßen,
der kniende Mensch
fällt ganz hinunter,
ist wie eine Welle verschwunden.
2023-04-16
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2023
处决
后乞
跪在深坑前
双臂绑在身后
眼睛也要蒙起来
枪口在背后
大概是冲着后脑
高度正合适
那时会觉得冷吗
像是刚刚离开子宫？
赴死是继出生以后
又一次短跑比赛吗
可是被绑着
怎么跑起来
大概更像跳海
海水和羊水差不多
枪声远远听起来
只是几下敲击
跪着的人
彻底倒下去
像一朵看不见的浪花
2023.4.16
后乞、小安、夏宏、春树、皮旦、唯零、吉木狼格、劳淑珍、沈浩波、兰戈
标签：birth, death, death penalty, deaths, feeling, feeling cold, feelings, gun, guns, Hou Qi, people, poetry, water, 后乞
发表在 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, 2020s, 2023, 20th century, 21st century, April 2023, June, June 2023, Middle Ages, poetry, Translations | Leave a Comment »
5月 1, 2022
Xuanyuan Shike 轩辕轼轲
QU QIUBAI UND DIE INTERNATIONALE
1923
hat Qu Qiubai die Internationale
als Erster ins Chinesische übersetzt.
1935
hat Qu Qiubai vor seiner Hinrichtung
die Internationale gesungen.
1966
haben die Roten Garden,
die mit Qu Qiubais Internationale
aufgewachsen waren,
sein Grab zerstört.
1. Mai 2022
Übersetzt von MW am 1. Mai 2022
标签：communism, Cultural Revolution, 瞿秋白, death, death penalty, desecration, destruction, grave, guard, history, Internationale, labor, life, May Day, memory, people, red, revolution, socialism, song, time, translation, work, workers, years
发表在 1880s, 1890s, 1900s, 1910s, 1919, 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, 1966, 1970s, 1980s, 1989, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, 2020s, 2022, 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, May, May 2022, Middle Ages, poetry, Prehistoric times, Translations, Warring States | Leave a Comment »
1月 8, 2022
Diyi Xianren
AUF DEM WEG ZUM GEFÄNGNISBESUCH
Im Warteraum
schaut mich eine Frau lange an,
auf einmal kommt sie zu mir.
Großer Bruder, eine Frage, kennen Sie mich noch?
Ich schüttle den Kopf. Die große Schwester von Soundso Ping, sagt sie,
vor über 20 Jahren bin ich zu Ihnen gekommen,
mein kleiner Bruder ist, wie Sie wissen,
dann statt zum Tod zu lebenslänglich verurteilt worden.
So viele Jahre sind meine Eltern und ich
die ganze Zeit auf dem Weg zum Gefängnisbesuch gewesen.
Die Fabrik daheim ist auch schon weg,
verkauft worden, wir haben Geld gebraucht.
Papa ist auf dem Weg zum Gefängnis gestorben,
Mama auch bald danach.
Ich selbst bin immer noch allein.
Mein Bruder war verrückt und hat jemanden umgebracht,
aber er lebt noch, nur unsere Familie ist schon gestorben.
Ich will sagen, hätte man ihn gleich zum Tod verurteilt,
wärs vielleicht besser gewesen.
Aber ich halt mich zurück.
2021-08-29
Übersetzt von MW im Januar 2021
伊沙:仿佛日片或韩片的调调儿，现实残酷的调调儿，说明的是中国文艺的差距，以及中国诗歌（主要是口语诗）之入时。如第一闲人般在《新诗典》崛起的60后诗人，大大强化了60后诗人队伍，无代可与之争峰。
况禹点评《新诗典》第一闲人《探监路上》:确是有如日韩等邻国的电影，不过毫无疑问，同胞们拍不出来，准确说自打杨德昌时代过去后，中文电影这方面仅有的基因就褪掉了。但是不要紧，中文现代诗——口语诗，为当代艺术补上了这个空缺。
新世纪诗典11，NPC2022年1月8日，3932首，1227人。第5个第一闲人（广东）日
《新诗典》小档案：第一闲人，男，1964年生人，本名吴宁洲，当过兵打过仗，做过公务员。办了提前退休 ，或游泳或云游。喜欢写点东西。
黎雪梅读《新世纪诗典》之第一闲人《探监路上》：虽说世上的道路千万条，唯独这“探监之路”最凄苦最漫长。一如诗中所写那位妇女的弟弟：“他神经病杀人没死/我们家却死了”，患精神病的弟弟杀了人判死缓，害得一家人终年奔波在探监的路上，直至家破人亡。这不是小说中的情节，类似的家庭悲剧也许我们身边每天都在上演，这也是个人的悲剧和伦理的悲剧。最后“我”的那句“当时判死刑也许更好”，终于没有说出来，这种欲言又止的情态恰是“我”复杂心理的一种表现，也代表了很多人的心声。明白流畅的叙述语言没有丝毫炫技的成分，却能于无形之中深入人心，而其深刻的社会意义应是诗人无心的赋予。
读第一闲人《探监路上》｜雪也
这是一首叙事诗。地点在候车室，主要人物是一位妇女，主要内容是这位妇女的诉说。这位妇女，到底认识“我”吗？我看未必。要么是她认错人了，要么是她太痛苦了，需要找一个人诉说，就像鲁迅笔下的祥林嫂。二十多年了，他们一家一直在探监的路上。家里的工厂，为筹钱，转手了。父亲，死在，探监路上。母亲，不久，也死了。她，也是，孤单的，一个人。
然后她总结说，“他神经病杀人没死，我们家却死了。”无疑其弟弟的杀人，造成了一家的命运悲剧。第二节，可以看作是心理描写，是作者内心的真实反映。是的，如果当初其弟弟被判死刑，也许全家三口的结局，就不会如此。作者忍住了，还是没说，又担心对这妇女也是一种打击。在作者平静的叙述中，展示了一个家庭的悲情。读来让人唏嘘不已。
伊沙主持 | 新世纪诗典11一周联展（2022.1.2——2022.1.8）
标签：brother, case, 第一闲人, death penalty, dialogue, Diyi Xianren, family, father, jail, kill, killing, law, memory, mother, NPC, people, poetry, prison, road, sister, talk, verdict, visit, way, 新世纪詩典
发表在 1960s, 1964, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, 2020, 2021, 20th century, 21st century, August 2021, January 2022, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 5, 2019
Song Jingyu
FALSCHE LIEBE
Homosexuelle Liebe. Bisexuelle Liebe. Bisexuelle. Transsexuelle.
Eklig, unzüchtig, lässt dich erbrechen
Geht sterben!
Lasst sie sterben gehen!
Ihre
Köpfe auf die Stadtmauer pflanzen
Körper verbrennen am Scheiterhaufen
Richter und Henker tuns unter Tränen
Das waren früher ihre Geliebten
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2019
标签：death penalty, gender, law, love, NPC, poetry, sex, society, Song Jingyu, 宋静宇, 新世纪詩典
发表在 1997, 2019, 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, June, June 2019, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Stone Age, Translations, Uncategorized, Warring States, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
1月 30, 2017
Yao Feng
NEUES JAHR
Gesang und Schampus, Riesen-Fraß;
Raketen, Böller, rasender Tanz;
Ecstasy, Auszählen, Sex oder Streit, Traurigkeit …
Mit Freude und Schmerz, auf alle möglichen Arten
begeht man Neujahr.
Und jene Leute, die damals den Dissidenten Yu Luoke,
die Dissidentinnen Zhang Zhixin und Lin Zhao,
den Übersetzer Fu Lei,
den 1995 hingerichteten Nie Shubin
und so weiter
verfolgt haben,
die leben alle noch;
schreiten ins neue Jahr rüstig wie ich.
1.1.2017
标签：crying, death, death penalty, dissidents, fireworks, food, gluttony, health, history, joy, justice, law, life, memory, new year, NPC, persecution, poetry, sadness, sex, song, strife, translator, wine, Yao Feng, 姚風, 新世纪诗典
发表在 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 1995, 2017, January 2017, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome!, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
11月 9, 2015
POEMS FROM OCTOBER – Yi Sha 伊沙
Yi Sha
SKY IN SHANGHAI
on our first afternoon in shanghai
there was a symposium
at the academy of social sciences
dinner in another building
eating dinner
I have to go to the bathroom
from the bathroom window
I see the sky
it is just getting dark
the sun is setting
the sky is red
this is a whole different sky
my mother
grew up under this sky
now she and the sky
they have become one
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《上海的天空》
到达上海的头天下午
在社科院
开了一下午研讨会
晚餐时进了另一幢楼
进餐过程中
我上了一回厕所
从厕所的窗子
看见上海的天空
正值黄昏
夕阳西下
红霞满天
那是不一样的天空啊
我的母亲
望着它长大
如今已经与它
融为一体
Yi Sha
WHO IS GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU
my wife is on a business trip
asks me on the phone:
“who will sleep with you tonight?”
“a flea”
is my answer
it’s the truth
I had classes all day
had a nap at noon in the teacher’s room
on the old sofa
and got bitten all over
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《谁陪你睡觉》
在外出差的妻
打来电话问：
“今晚谁陪你睡觉？”
“一只虱子”
我回答道
我说的是真的
今儿我全天有课
午休在教研室的
一张破沙发上
被咬了一身疙瘩
Yi Sha
DREAM 566
I don’t trust this group of people
they are sitting at a round table
eating their fill from a big plate of living
bugs
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（566）》
我不信任的一伙人
围坐在一个圆桌边
在大吃一盘活着的
虫子
Yi Sha
DREAM 567
the chinese men’s basketball team
came back after four years on top of asia
and earned their ticket for the olympics
in rio next year
after I saw the game
I fell asleep, then I saw it again
they still won the cup
but the process was different
even the finals
there was another opponent
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（567）》
中国男篮在时隔四年后
重新夺回亚洲冠军
并拿到明年
里约奥运会的入场券
在看完决赛的夜里
我又梦见了他们夺冠
结果是一样的
但过程全然不同
连决赛对手都换了
Yi Sha
DREAM 568
the japanese have occupied china
and installed cameras in every classroom
they need to watch every minute
everything I am teaching
my hate for the japanese
keeps building up
till the day it explodes
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（568）》
日本占领时期
教室里安装了探头
他们时刻监视着
我在课堂上的讲授
我对日本人的仇恨
蓄积着
等待爆发的一天
Yi Sha
DREAM 569
I am a woman
the dissident zhang zhixin
trussed up for slaughter
led to the river bank
for execution
a bullet is coming
it goes right between my brows
but I don’t fall down
I am not dead
I feel electricity
up and down in my body
the sky is blue as never before
October 2015
Tr. MW, 2015
《梦（569）》
我是女人
是张志新
被五花大绑
押往河滩
执行枪决
一颗子弹射来
正中我眉心
却没有倒下
没有死
全身上下
通电之感
天空无比湛蓝
Yi Sha
DREAM 570
I dreamed of a window
what was outside the window
that was the part
I cannot remember
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（570）》
我梦见了
一扇窗子
窗外景色
是梦醒之后
忘却的部分
Yi Sha
DREAM 571
I took a nap
I had a dream
I’m sure of that
but forgot all the contents
the whole afternoon
I couldn’t remember one thing
it felt as bad
as loosing money
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（571）》
午觉时
我做了个梦
我只记得
这个行为
但却忘记了内容
整个下午
怎么想也想不起
就像丢了钱
一样难受
Yi Sha
DREAM 572
I always thought
I don’t like women who are good in sports
but why am I dreaming
of a girl in high school
who sat next to me
she was javelin champion
I feel very nervous
I am very much under pressure
this is the second time
I am dreaming about her
I wrote another poem
about that first time
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（572）》
我一直以为
我不喜欢
体育型的女生
但为什么
当我梦见
中学时代那个
女子标枪冠军
做了我同桌时
却诚惶诚恐
倍感压力
有诗可查
这已经是
我第二次梦见她
Yi Sha
DREAM 574
“this is a contemporary poem“,
says the shanghai poet lu yu
about a piece by qi guo.
“many people write modern poems,
but they don’t write contemporary poems.”
this really happened three days ago
in zhujiajiao water town next to shanghai
at a poetry festival.
now I have dreamed about it
because I have said a while ago:
“if it isn’t contemporary,
it isn’t really a modern poem.”
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（574）》
“这是一首当代诗”
上海诗人陆渔在评点
祁国的一首诗：
“大部分诗人
写的是现代诗
而不是当代诗……”
那是在三天前
在上海朱家角水乡诗会上
真实发生过的一幕
重现在我昨夜的梦中
那是因为我早就说过：
“缺乏当代性
绝非真正的现代诗”
Yi Sha
DREAM 578
I am having a fight with my wife.
Some chicken-feather-small thing,
garlic-peal-thing, we can’t stop fighting.
An old holy man
comes down from the sky,
and touches the crown of her head.
She stops fighting with me.
I take a great leap
to jump into the sky
and beat that old man.
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（578）》
我和老婆在吵架
为件鸡毛蒜皮的小事
吵个不休
一个仙翁
从天而降
伸手摸了她的顶
她就不再跟我吵了
我一跃而起
跃上天空
追打仙翁
Yi Sha
DREAM 580
some town in yunnan
probably dali
she is selling flowers
gets me to follow her
into a dark room
then she has changed
into a prostitute
I haven’t done anything
but I am getting caught
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（580）》
云南某城
好像是大理
一个卖花女
将我引诱到
一个小黑屋
摇身一变
成卖淫女
我啥都没干
却当场被抓
Yi Sha
DREAM 581
As a volunteer
I walk into
a camp of syrian refugees
I am very surprised
everyone of them
looks like one of us
from the country I come from.
I know their faces,
they all look like family.
October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015
《梦（581）》
作为一名志愿者
我走进
叙利亚难民营
惊讶地发现
他们都长着
一张张同胞的脸
把我认作
祖国的亲人
标签：basketball, bathroom window, blue, cameras, classroom, contemporary, 祁国, Dali, death penalty, dissident, dream, execution, 陆渔, fight, flea, food, girl, hate, history, home country, insects, Japanese, memory, modern, mother, occupation, poetry, politics, refugees, relatives, sex, Shanghai, sky, sleep, sports, Syria, teaching, wife, window, woman, yi sha, Yunnan, Zhang Zhixin, Zhujiajiao, 张志新, 探头, 日本占领时期, 朱家角水乡, 上海, 伊沙
发表在 November 2015, NPC, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
10月 20, 2015
LEUCHTSPUR – 新文學雜誌 – Neue chinesische Literatur
Seit 2011 in englischer Sprache, seit 2015 erstmals in deutscher Übersetzung:
„Die besten neuen chinesischen Erzählungen und Poesie aus China“ verspricht das Literatur-Magazin LEUCHTSPUR.
Erhältlich beim Löcker Verlag Wien. 288 Seiten. Normalpreis 15 Euro, Sonderpreis für die erste Ausgabe unter 10 Euro inkl. Versandkosten! Anfragen bitte an Dr. Alexander Lellek, Löcker Verlag, Email lverlag@loecker.at
時間：10月21日 下午 3 點 Präsentation am Mittwoch, 21. 10. 2015 um 15 Uhr
維也納大學漢學系 Institut für Ostasienwissenschaften / Sinologie
1090 Vienna, Spitalgasse 2, Hof 2, Tür 2.3, Tel.: +43-1-4277-43840
标签：art, children, crime, death, death penalty, emancipation, feelings, food, history, identity, language, life, literature, magazine, memory, parents, poetry, politics, prose, school, sex, speech, translation, work
发表在 October 2015, poetry, prose, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome! | Leave a Comment »
10月 22, 2014
Yi Sha
SADDAM THE SMOKER
saddam hussain
before they hanged him
asked for a cigarette
fuck! that one smoke
had he drawn it into his mouth
he‘d have been floating in heaven already
one satisfied sigh
at he end of his life
would have been the best cigarette
he ever had
better than each of those
very best quality
cuban cigars
but –
mean little
iraqi warden
stuck to the rules and refused
fuck! what was that for
smokers don’t want very much before death
now he’s past all regret
he had nothing to say
facing his hour
saddam hussain went like a man
Early 2007
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014
标签：breath, cigarettes, cigars, death, death penalty, favours, hangings, Iraq, life, power, Saddam Hussain, smoking, tobacco, yi sha
发表在 2006, 2007, October 2014, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
2月 10, 2014
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 & 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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标签：civil rights, death penalty, hangings, iran, news, poetry, torture
发表在 January 2014, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
10月 31, 2013
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.
标签：china, death, death penalty, 韩宗宝, freedom of speech, Han Zongbao, justice, law, poetry, politics, torture
发表在 October 2013, poetry, Translations | 2 Comments »
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
标签：beauty, birds, children, death penalty, exploitation, food, freedom, informers, island, jail, labor camps, literature, nature, poetry, police, society, taiwan, traps
发表在 February 2013, Translations, Uncategorized | 2 Comments »
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
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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
标签：art, Chinese literature, death, death penalty, democracy, distance, law, poetry, politics, prison, taiwan, translation, writing
发表在 November 2012, Translations | 12 Comments »
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