Posts Tagged ‘grief’

AM DRITTEN TAG – 大友

四月 1, 2018

Da You
AM DRITTEN TAG NACH VATERS TOD

Am Kopfende von Vaters Bett läutet das Seniorenhandy,
es ist ein früherer Nachbar.
Mutter plaudert ein bisschen mit ihm.
Er will Vater sprechen.
Mutter sagt, mein Vater sei draußen spazieren.
Der Nachbar sagt, draußen liegt Schnee.
Mutter sagt, der Schnee macht ihm nichts.
Der Nachbar sagt, es ist kalt.
Mutter sagt, das macht ihm auch nichts.

8. Januar 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Januar 2018

 

父亲去世后的第三天
大友

父亲床头的老年手机响了
从前的邻居打来的
他和母亲寒暄几句后
要我父亲接电话
母亲说我父亲出去遛达了
邻居说外面下雪了
母亲说他不怕雪
邻居说外面冷
母亲说他不怕冷

2018.1.8

 

아버지께서 돌아가신 지 사흘 되던 날
대우

아버지의 침대 머리에 있는 노인용 휴대폰이 울렸다
예전의 이웃이 걸어왔다
그는 엄마와 몇 마디 인사말을 주고 받고
아버지를 바꿔달라고 하셨다
엄마는 아버지가 밖에 산책하려 나가셨다고 말씀했다
이웃은 밖에 눈이 내린다고 말했다
엄마는 아버지가 눈을 두려워하지 않는다고 말했다
이웃은 밖이 엄청 춥다고 말했다
엄마는 아버지가 추위를 타지 않는다고 말했다

2018.1.8

(韩) 郭美兰 (美) 洪君植

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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

Yi Sha 伊沙:《无题(231)》 [UNTITLED] #231; 《无题(230)》 OHNE TITEL Nr. 230;《无题(232)》 [UNTITLED] #232;《无题(233)》 OHNE TITEL Nr. 233

四月 5, 2016

yi sha trip

Yi Sha 《无题(231)》
[UNTITLED] #231

I leave
my very best language
for my poems
for my lectures
when I’m back home
the records are sketchy
my words don’t make sense
I stutter and stammer
I’m hemming and hawing
so my wife doesn’t know
if I have what it takes.

I hope and I pray
everyone else
believes the opposite.

2016/3
Tr. MW, 4/4/16

《无题(231)》

我把我
最好的语言
留给了
我的诗
我的讲课
回到家中
语焉不详
词不达意
结结巴巴
吞吞吐吐
我的妻子
因此而怀疑
我的语言天赋

我希望且相信
除此之外的人
是反过来的

2

Yi Sha 《无题(230)》
OHNE TITEL Nr. 230

ein verwandter arbeitet
in einer großen staatlichen firma.
rennt herum auf der ganzen welt,
vertritt überall chinesische handys.
zum frühlingsfest kommt er zu uns,
schenkt mir kaffee aus äquatorial-guinea.
ich trink den kaffee die ganze zeit.
heut haben wir ihn wieder zu gast.
ich schenk ihm sein geschenk ein
und bin voll des lobes:
“der kaffee ist herrlich,
ich schmeck die sonne direkt am äquator.”
aber der herr diplomingenieur
weiß wirklich nicht was sich gehört
und korrigiert mich:
“onkel, verzeihung.
ich hab mich vertan.
der kaffee ist aus dem libanon.”
ich bin im dilemma.
der geschmack der sonne direkt am äquator
ist jetzt der geschmack von hizbollah-raketen?
ich hab schon den schaden
aber der sture diplomingenier
lässt mich noch nicht aus.
er nippt am kaffee
und schnalzt mit der zunge.
“onkel, du dichtest zuviel.
der kaffee schmeckt ein bisschen
wie frischer ingwer.”

März 2016
Übersetzt von MW am 5. April 2016

《无题(230)》

亲戚在一家大国企任职
他的工作就是满世界跑
推销我大中国的手机
过年到我家来时
送我赤道几内亚产的咖啡
我一直在喝
今天他又到我家坐客
我借花献佛
用他送的咖啡招待他
我说:"这咖啡真好
我能喝出赤道骄阳的味道"
这个理工男实在不解风情
执着纠正道:
"姨父,对不起
我记错了
这咖啡是黎巴嫩产的"
我尴尬不已
难道赤道骄阳的味道
得变成真主党火箭炮的味道
我知错了
但这个执拗的理工男
还不肯放过我
他呷了一口咖啡
咂吧咂吧嘴说:
"姨父,你太诗人了
这咖啡就是多了一点
生姜的味道"

Yi Sha reads

Yi Sha 《无题(232)》
[UNTITLED] #232

each time I think of 1997,
when my mother died,
I also drag up a heap
of shards and splinters
of happiness.
a flower opened,
a poem was published.
a happy feeling
you only get
from having survived.
a process of healing,
a walking corpse
with small signs of waking.

2016/3
Tr. MW, 4/4/16

《无题(232)》

每毎想起1997
母亲离去之年
竟然想起一堆
碎玻璃似的
幸福的瞬间
一朵小花的开放
一首小诗的发表
都让我产生一种
幸存者才有的幸福感
哦,那是疗伤的过程
是一具行尸走肉
在一点点苏醒

Yi Sha Makedonia

Yi Sha 《无题(233)》
OHNE TITEL Nr. 233

maradonna 1983
gesund und gefährlich
im bernabéu-stadion
vorbei am verteidiger
am tormann vorbei
und ins leere tor
ein riesen-applaus
von erbittertsten feinden
mein idol
noch unvergiftet
ganz reines blut
im dem jahr ist erschienen
mein erstes gedicht

März 2016
Übersetzt von MW am 5. April 2016

《无题(233)》

1983年的马拉多纳
健美、精干
带球生风
在伯纳坞
过掉后卫
过掉守门员
推送空门
赢得死敌球迷的
一片掌声
我的偶像
尚未吸毒
血液纯净
在我发表处子作的
那一年

Yi Sha notebook

SONG FROM NEXT DOOR – Yi Sha

十月 16, 2014

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Yi Sha
SONG FROM NEXT DOOR

next door to my studio
a tibetan poet from india
when he was ten
he fled with his parents
writes in english and in tibetan
does not speak chinese
everyday he brings a guitar
actually it’s his own three-stringed instrument
when inspired
he breaks out in song
music goes through the walls
I don’t feel
he is disturbing me
I often prick up my ears
oh, it comes again
he is singing
I feel like I am going to cry
he sings in tibetan
but it is the tune
“nothing is more red then the sun,
no-one is closer than chairman mao…”

Tr. MW Oct. 2014

 

伊沙
《隔壁的歌声》
我工作室隔壁
是一位印籍藏裔诗人
在他十岁那年
随爹妈逃到印度
用藏、英双语写作
不通汉语
他每天怀抱一把
六弦琴来到工作室
兴之所至
便弹唱起来
歌声穿墙而过
我不觉得
打扰了我
常常侧耳谛听
哦,此时此刻
他又唱起来了
听得我差点泪奔
他唱的是藏文版
《太阳最红,毛主席最亲》

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VIOLIN VS CELLO – 尚飞鹏 Shang Feipeng

十月 14, 2014

Shang Feipeng Violin and Cello

Shang Feipeng
VIOLIN VS CELLO

moon festival poetry recital
approaching
liaison tells me:
“when you bring your violin
maybe you could play a more joyful tune?
every time you play for us
you make us so sad.
it’s like you’re pulling those strings on a cello.”
I didn’t reply
I was thinking
my violin is an urn
my cello would be a coffin

(made up on mid-autumn moon festival day 2014 at the Xi’an Chang’an Poetry Festival recital)

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

GEIGE UND CELLO

JUNE – 邢昊 Xing Hao

八月 5, 2014

june - xing haoXing Hao
JUNE

month of long days
and of strong sun
fresh-bought cabbage
curled at the sides
all turned to mush

it’s graduation day
the day I became a worker
at the cement factory
the day of the operation
my wife borrowed money for from everyone
the birthday of
one of my daughters
the day my father
dies

sun like an oven
there is no way to let father stay
after a hurried funeral
I lead my shaking mother back to the cave onto the kang

no sound from mother
all through the month
there is no sound

Tr. MW, July 2014

AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE – 春樹 Chun Sue

六月 3, 2014

chun sue questionsChun Sue
QUESTIONS BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP

do you think you are an intellectual?

du you think you are an existentialist?
do you think you like to eat zha jiang mian?
do you think you are collecting antiques?

do you think you are following fashion?
do you think you have improved since you started?
do you think you have fulfilled your ideals?
do you think you’re a patriot?

do you think you love the truth?
do you think you dare to say it?
do you think you don’t fear retribution?
do you think you’re a good writer?

do you think you’re a poet?
do you think you’re a good mother?
do you think you’re a good father?
do you think you have loved?
do you think you are moral?
do you think microblogging makes China improve?

question mark mark mark
do you think they are prophets?
do you think you’re a groupie?

do you think there are things you don’t talk about?
do you think there are people you cannot offend?
do you think this novel is your autobiography?
do you think you have talent?

do you think your stuff is going to last?
do you think you have secrets?
do you think you have a big heart?

do you think you are fair to everyone?
do you think you’re responsible?
do you think you play by the rules?
do you think you have nothing to be ashamed of?

do you think you are self-important?
do you think you want revenge?
do you think you are scared of dying?
do you think you make people like you?
do you think you make people hate you?
do you think you have a future?
do you think you are falling behind?
do you think you are lonely?
do you think you are writing a poem?

this girl makes you crazy
let her go on babbling
asking herself

Tr. MW, June 2014

Chun Sue TraumChun Sue
DREAMING OF LIVING INSIDE A DREAM

Tr. MW, June 2014

Published in EPIPHANY magazine, fall 2014. Go on, look for this great Chinese Dream! I spent October 2014 at Vermont Studio Center with Yi Sha, editor of the daily New Century Poetry series 新世纪诗典. Chun Sue is one of the most well-known figures within this huge independent circle of poets.

Chun Sue Avenue of Eternal PeaceChun Sue
MORNING, AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE

Little Brother says: dad, Avenue of Eternal Peace
take a good look
This is the road you walked for over 20 years
I am sitting with Papa and Little Brother
I am almost crying
Finally I know
why I like the Avenue of Eternal Peace
Slowly the car passes the Military Museum
and the red walls of Zhongnanhai
and Xinhua Gate
Papa is small now he fits in an ash box
sitting between us
doesn’t take up much space
We pass the Gate of Heavenly Peace
and I see him
He stands on the square
watching us while we’re passing

Why was it so hard to write about you
You’re the son of a peasant
I was born in a village
I am also the child of a peasant
I put on army songs for you all night
Crying my heart out —
I like all that too.

2012-03-03
Tr. MW, May 2014


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