Posts Tagged ‘fishing’

LOSLASSEN – 游连斌 You Lianbin

三月 7, 2021

You Lianbin

Am Abend
beim Terminal für Touristen am Hafen:
Die Fischer, die untertags
aufs Meer gefahren sind,
hören Dhāraṇī-Meditationsmusik
und tanzen wie sonst auf Plätzen die Frauen.

24. 12. 2020
Übersetzt von MW im März 2021




Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing



ALL MY LIFE – 刘傲夫 Liu Aofu

十一月 4, 2020

Liu Aofu

When I think of my father
I will always remember him
in my childhood,
a certain night in early summer
he took me
as frogs called from all sides
to spear loaches
in paddy fields.
That night I thought
we’d catch a lot
but in the end
we didn’t
get even one of them.
But I didn’t complain,
that night the loaches
of the whole planet
had all disappeared.

Translated by MW, Nov. 2020



八月 27, 2018

Yan Li

aus ihrer hand kann man sehen
die letzten jahre haben sie zuviel flüssige seife verwendet
in ihren linien ist auch
klares wasser doch ohne fische
wie soll ich sagen
gottseidank wohl kein lobbyist
kein angler nach vermögensanteilen
ganz klares wasser
heißt also für sie
streben sie nach innerer klarheit
das problem ist
die linien sind einfach zu sauber
ich kann überhaupt keine spur verfolgen


Übersetzt von MW im August 2018


伊沙主持 | 新世纪诗典8一周联展(2018.8.26——9.1)



FEAR – 李异

九月 15, 2016


Li Yi

In 1950
on the eve of the liberation of Hainan Island
grandpa was still in Wenchang
as a fisherman.
One time
he was out on the sea,
three days and two nights,
without any catch;
hanging his head, going back.
he hauled up
a sea creature just like a human.
Black everywhere all over the body,
darker than Africans,
eyes full of tears.
loosened the net,
let him go.
Coming home,
he told the village what happened;
everyone thought it was a bad omen.
On the same day they beat drums and gongs,
called a meeting,
He went back to Qiongshan, working the soil.
When I was small,
he told me this story;
he said on this world,
there were not only mer-cows and sea hogs,
there were also mer-people;
everything that lived on the land,
the sea had it all.
In 1966
grandpa was dragged up on the stage;
head smashed, a dozen shovels;
sank into the mud,
could never be found.
15 years ago
I was on the boat
leaving the island.
Stood at the railing,
stared into endless surge all around;
thinking of grandpa,
there was this idea
spinning round in my head.
Under the sea,
do they have also
a tribe of people,
living in fear?

Tr. MW, September 2016


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