Posts Tagged ‘finger’
4月 13, 2020

Ma Yakun
BLOOD DISAPPEARED
Worked with wood,
squeezed a finger, got a purple bubble out,
very painful.
Wanted to prick it with a needle,
thought of playing my Qin tonight,
just had to leave it.
Played fighting with little son after dinner,
discovered the bubble had long been broken,
didn’t know where the blood had disappeared.
I was rather worried,
looked for the blood
all evening in secret.
Shanghai, March 2020
Translated by MW, April 2020


标签:blood, child, dinner, 马亚坤, finger, home, Ma Yakun, music, NPC, pain, play, wood, wound, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, April 2020, March 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
7月 27, 2019

Liu Ting
EIN HERZ FÜR TAUBE
in der u-bahn in xi-an
hör ich mit kopfhörern musik
auf einmal
ein blatt papier vor meiner nase
darauf steht
ein herz für taubstumme menschen
heb ich den kopf
ein sehr gesunder junger mann
zeigt auf einen qr-code
schaut mich an
ich sag entschuldigung
er geht weiter
und zeigt mir noch seinen mittelfinger
2019-07ß03
Übersetzt von MW im Juli 2019


标签:beggar, deaf, dumb, finger, healthy, hearing, Liu Ting, modern times, money, music, NPC, people, sorry, sound, speaking, subway, young, 刘婷, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2019, July 2019, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
7月 22, 2015

Di Guanglong
NOCTURNAL BEAST
where is the light?
in the dark, a ray of light
is a severed finger. light
pulls itself short,
disappears.
stepping on broken bits, through a tunnel of grass
light gatherers, each on its own
passes a tree, stops a while
and raises its head. stars have also gone out.
you will discover, you will attain
what sweeps past the heart, in that moment of light
running into each other, you see an eyeball
all covered with veins.
this is the print of the severed finger, emerging
darkness and darkness, mixed up together
needs to be sorted, examined and sifted
only then can the severed finger be found
only then can you put it back together
this is not striking a match
not opening a firefly gate
it’s a long winding night, digging inwards
carnivores and herbivores
all spend lots of time looking for light
a keen sense of hearing, sensing fresh wounds
transferred on a tiger, one tiger’s cough
dig down three feet, dig out amber-like solids
some kind of light breathes, it can even fly
nose twitching, where it gets darker
it will be brighter
one kind of light has a strange taste
as if it came from a bug’s armpits
tarsier monkeys holding their glasses
cobras are blind
but their scales reflect light
light, that roving fingertip
a rustling sound
sharp fingernails, not like looking for light
like digging for metal
light, you need to strike
spots where a stream has flown, rocks
your knees are all hurt
2015
Tr. MW, 2015

标签:accident, animals, beasts, bugs, cough, 第广龙, dark, Di Guanglong, dig, finger, fly, glasses, grass, hearing, light, metal, monkeys, poetry, reflect, scales, shards, smell, snakes, stars, taste, tiger, time, 新世纪诗典
发表在 July 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 26, 2015

Zhang Xiaobo
GEFÜHL
bitte sorg dich nicht, wir werden gebeine
bitte sorg dich nicht, wir gehen ein in den lehm
bitte sorg dich nicht, erde füllt augenhöhlen
bitte sorg dich nicht, tränen sickern heraus
nicht mehr nötiges haar, säuglingshaar
wächst noch
im lehm
sorg dich nicht dass die kinder in socken
auf unsere schädel treten
er und sie, reihen um reihen
die versunkenen krieger
mit ihrem geheimnis mit ihrem lächeln
mit ihren zerrissenen armbändern
sorg dich nicht sie kratzen aus unsern augen die erde heraus
das ist nur, das ist der lehm der bewahrt den gesichtsinn
und dreht sich hinauf in die luft bei den kindern
die schädel richten sich noch ihre haltung, so können sie denken
sorg dich nicht dass sie kommen die schweren lastwagen
die kinder rennen, der vogelschwarm fliegt
sorg dich nicht dass die riesige axt dass das meer
aufschichtet schicht um schicht, opferberg
tief unten im abgrund
da rutscht der ring, der in den finger gebissen hat
ganz leicht herunter. oh, vogelschwarm fliegt
oh, kinder rennen
Übers. v. MW, 2015
Zhang Xiaobo
FEELING
do not worry we will become bones
do not worry our bones go into earth
do not worry soil filling up eye sockets
do not worry tears still seeping out
unnecessary hair will still grow, baby hair
still grows
in the soil
do not worry kids wearing socks
kicking up our skulls
he and she, row after row
that sunken army
those soldiers show their mysterious smiles
they have torn their armbands
don’t worry they dig out the soil from their sockets
it’s just, it is just the soil retaining the vision
turning towards the children up there
skulls arranging their stance, the better to think
don’t worry the heavy trucks coming fast
playing kids scatter, birds fly up high
don’t worry the sea is a big ax
arranging an offering
deep, much deeper down
ring that was biting the finger
slipping in silence. oh, birds flying high
oh, scampering kids
Tr. MW, June 2015

标签:10 million hits, armbands, army, ax, birds, bones, death, deep, earth, finger, he, history, kicking, kids, memory, offering, over 10 million hits, poetry, ring, sea, she, skull, soil, soldiers, they, thinking, trucks, vision, we, Zhang Xiaobo, 张小波, 新世纪诗典
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