Posts Tagged ‘disease’

REMORSE – 高歌

一月 11, 2017

gao_ge

Gao Ge
REMORSE

The village head in his last stage of anus and intestinal cancer
came to our door one day
to apologize for hitting my mother
and hurting her arm five years ago.
My mother was still too angry
to let him come in.
Told him he could have killed her,
And his remorse would count a fart anyway.

Every time I hear mother mention
that enemy who went sick and died
I always imagine how he looks from behind,
silently walking away.
Then I tell mother,
you should forgive him.

Among all the bad people buried underground,
how many have apologized for their sins?

Tr. MW, December 2016

reue

CHRISTIANS IN HOSPITAL – 君儿

四月 28, 2016

Jun Er neu

Jun Er
THREE CHRISTIANS VISIT A FRIEND IN HOSPITAL

Gathered round the bed,
they are praying.
Each one in turn,
all different too.

Then they are singing,
they sing the same tune,
the words seem to match.
At the end they say amen.

Their friend and brother
has Parkinson’s disease.
He sits on the white linen,
keeps shaking and shaking his head.

Tr. MW, 2016

Jun Er Parkinson

SANS (Severe Acute Nervous Syndrome) – 赵思运 Zhao Siyun

四月 8, 2016

mmexport1460055564201

Zhao Siyun
SANS
(SEVERE ACUTE NERVOUS SYNDROME)

lately I’ve learned to wash my hands
all the time
countless times every day
every time I want to count my fingers
I find it most peculiar
there have to be ten
not one more
not one less

2003, written in the time of SARS (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome)
Last modified March 2016

Tr. MW, April 2016

zhao_siyun_SANS

HAND – 叶臻

十二月 22, 2015

Ye Zhen

Ye Zhen
HAND

After my mother got parkinson’s syndrome,
she could not pinch the dough to make Jiaozi.
When I was home for the Lunar New Year,
my mother’s hand was often pinched by my hand,
as if I was putting in filling for Jiaozi.
Sometimes my mother’s hand pinched my hand,
as if she was pinching dough.
Mother and son, we made our Jiaozi for Lunar New Year.
But we couldn’t stop trembling.
So it fell out right away: the chopped celery, the ground meat
and the cash you put in for luck.

3/7/15
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015

Oma

饺子

SAWMILL – 锯木厂 – SÄGEWERK – 祁国 Qi Guo

六月 8, 2015

saegewerkQi Guo 祁国
SAWMILL

doctor
I often hear some kind of crying
a long drawn-out whining sound ‘round and around

what you have is called tinnitus
chronic tinnitus
first I’ll prescribe you a few sleeping pills

doctor
my body feels like it’s cut in half
one half is numb the other half hurts like hell

what you have is called hemiplegia
chronic
first I’ll prescribe you a few sleeping pills

doctor
there are these cracks all over my body
and I feel there are worms eating through

what you have is called psychosis
chronic
first I’ll prescribe you a few sleeping pills

Tr. MW, June 2015

Qi Guo 祁国
SÄGEWERK

herr doktor
ich höre oft so ein weinen
ein scharfes langgezogenes

sie haben ohrensausen
chronisches
ich verschreib ihnen erst einmal etwas zum schlafen

herr doktor
mein ganzer körper ist wie aufgespalten
die eine hälfte ist taub die andere tut irrsinnig weh

sie haben eine halbseitige lähmung
chronische
ich verschreib ihnen erst einmal etwas zum schlafen

herr doktor
ich hab lauter sprünge am ganzen körper
und bin schon von würmern durchlöchert

sie haben eine psychische krankheit
chronische
ich verschreib ihnen erst einmal etwas zum schlafen

Übers. v. MW, Juni 2015

Qi Guo

Qi Guo Kalligraphie

AT THE HOSPITAL – Zheng Xiaoqiong

六月 5, 2014

 

Picture by Sara Bernal

Picture by Sara Bernal

 

Zheng Xiaoqiong

AT THE HOSPITAL

 

setting sun shines on these poor people sick with disease

I know them, coming from low lying mountains

they are squatting

sitting at the hospital doors

snake skin belts, wrinkled clothes, face full of callouses, clutching

banknotes warm from their bodies, their inarticulate staring

at white-washed walls, corridors smelling of

soda, IV hooks next door, bottles

he is squatting, pain deep inside, flesh and bone, life’s inside

she is asking

setting sun in her eyes gleaming towards the western mountain

she sits in the hospital sunset, so peaceful

fear deep inside cannot be spoken

 

 

 

they hold on to each other, walking out of the red-cross hospital

setting sun shines in her eyes, his disease

in poverty, he lies on the low wooden bed

waits for his disease to swallow him like the sun

 

Tr. MW, June 2014

 

 

郑小琼

在医院

 

落日照着这个疾病缠身的穷人

我认识他们,来自矮墩墩的山头

他们蹲着

坐着,在医院的门口

他们蛇皮带子皱褶衣裳,长了满面茧子,手中捏着

带体温的钞票,他们木讷的眼神

盯着白色的墙壁,充满苏打味的

医院走廊,隔壁的吊针,玻璃瓶

他蹲着,疼痛深入肉体、骨头、生活的内部

她询问

她眼里落日的光芒在走近西山

她坐在医院的夕照中,如此宁静

有着至深的畏惧也不能说出

 

他们相扶持,走出红十字医院

夕阳照着她的眼神,他的疾病

在贫穷中,他躺在低矮的木床上

等待疾病吞噬落日般的生命


%d 博主赞过: