Posts Tagged ‘industry’


八月 15, 2017


Going up the Eiffel tower
means walking up all the way
to the second platform
if you don’t have a ticket beforehand
and want to wait in the shortest line
at the south tier, which still takes an hour.
That is after you stood in line
and went through security
to get onto the square under the tower.
So the line takes an hour at least.
Then it costs 7 Euro per adult, 5 if you’re under 19,
3 under 10. That’s for walking up.
And we had walked all the way from the Louvre.
Through the Tuileries, took a left at the Obelisk
to get over the Seine. The Orangerie museum
looks interesting. We had already seen sculptures
by Germaine Richier and others in the Tuileries park.
I remember a sculpture by her in Bilbao at the art museum.
Would have loved to get a closer look in the Tuileries,
but they don’t let you walk on the grass. Weird sculptures,
not at all like the one in Bilbao. We had of course seen the Venus of Milo
and the winged Nike of Samothrake. No, those aren’t cereals.
And a hermaphrodite, son of Hermes and Aphrodite,
merged with a Nymph by Zeus at her urgent request.
Yes, male and female organs. Many, many Aphrodites,
many clothed, actually. Artemis, Pallas,
and all the men. Marsyas, soon to be flayed.
Not to speak of the paintings. Or the old Egypt stuff,
very well organized, shows daily life, work
and many, many details
from 4000 years ago and so on. Better than in Vienna.
Lots of busts and other stuff from Palmyra,
many other places in Syria. Yemen, too.
A whole room from Palmyra.
Anyway, up on the Eiffel tower.
Thousands of people up there at night.
Very special feeling. We had lunched in the park,
there is a place with benches on a little hill
very close to the tower. Yuhuan started sketching,
Including the lamppost in front of us. Everyone else flew
paper planes and ate and drank what was there
from the small supermarket
around the corner. Lunch at seven thirty or eight.
We came home to the hotel at two o’clock in the morning.
Subway at Bir Hakeim, not very close.
But interesting and working late. Some people get in free.
We are content with smuggling in a small child every time.
People ask for centimes when they’re asking for money.
Very polite, actually. Centimes, from the old currency.
Probably means fifty Euro cents now. I think one was asking for less
when I had my hands full this morning with groceries from the bakery
after getting up before noon. No, you don’t really notice
the permanent state of emergency
more than the propaganda for 2024,
for the Olympics. They made a deal with Los Angeles, right?
One comes first, one four years later.
Whatever. Should really eat something now.

MW August 2017


TOO LATE – 易小倩

六月 29, 2015

Yi Xiaoqian2

Yi Xiaoqian 易小倩

it is too late
city security already there
young man at the barbecue
tries to move faster
flipping the meat
I have ordered two sticks
city security getting impatient
starting to yawn
it is too late
my two sticks aren’t done yet
he flips them faster and faster and faster
oil sizzling
dripping down sending up
little flames one two three
all the way till my two sticks are done
packed and ready
he puts them into my hands
then he sighs with relief
just like any
apprehended criminal
accepting his fate

Tr. MW, June 2015

too late


五月 13, 2015

Zheng Nah

Zheng Xiaoqiong

sie huschen wie wandelnde seelen am bahnhof
an der maschine in der industriezone im schmutzigen mietquartier
ihre gestalten sind dünn wie messer, weisses papier,
haarsträhnen, luft. mit ihren fingern schneiden sie
eisen. filme. plastik … müde und taub sind sie
wandelnde seelen verpackt in maschinen
arbeitskleidung fließband ihre blitzenden augen
jugendlich huschen sie in ihrem
graudunklen strom ich kann sie nicht unterscheiden
steh ich unter ihnen sind wir auch nicht unterscheidbar
hautsäcke glieder bewegungen unbestimmte blicke lauter
unschuldige gesichter ständig werden sie aufgestellt organisiert
strukturiert ameisenvolk der elektronik bienen der spielzeugfabrik
sie lächeln stehen rennen bücken krümmen sich
werden verkürzt ein paar hände schenkel
sie werden festgedrehte schrauben abgetrennte metallflächen
gepresstes plastik gebogenes aluminium geschnittener stoff
ihr enttäuschter zufriedener erschöpfter glücklicher
aufgelöster hilfloser einsamer … ausdruck
sie kommen aus dörfern weilern gruppen ihre
intelligenten ungeschickten zaghaften feigen …
heute knien sie vor all den hohen hellblitzenden fenstern und türen
wachleute in schwarz glänzende autos grüne mandarinenbäumchen
das goldene fabriksschild gleißt in der sonne
sie knien vor dem fabrikstor halten ein stück karton
mit ungelenker schrift “gebt uns mit schweiß und blut verdientes geld”
furchtlos knien sie zu viert vor dem fabrikstor
die leute um sie herum vor ein paar tagen ihre kolleginnen
aus denselben dörfern freundinnen chefinnen mitarbeiterinnen
ausdruckslos betrachten sie diese vier arbeiterinnen
schauen zu wie die vier kolleginnen von wachleuten weggeschleift werden
wie eine einen schuh verliert wie einer anderen
die hose aufreißt schweigend schauen sie zu wie die
vier knienden arbeiterinnen weggebracht werden in ihren augen
steht weder freude noch leid … ausdruckslos gehen sie in die fabrik
ihr unglück macht mich traurig niedergeschlagen was soll ich sagen

Übersetzt von MW, 2015

Photos and video recording: Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and video recording: Beate Maria Wörz



她们如同幽灵闪过 在车站

在机台 在工业区 在肮脏的出租房

她们薄薄的身体 像刀片 像白纸

像发丝 像空气 她们用手指切过

铁 胶片 塑料 … … 她们疲倦而麻木

幽灵一样的神色 她们被装进机台

工衣 流水线 她们鲜亮的眼神

青春的年龄 她们闪进由自己构成的

幽暗的潮流中 我无法再分辨她们

就像我站在他们之中无法分辨 剩下皮囊

肢体 动作 面目模糊 一张张

无辜的脸孔 她们被不停地组合 排列

构成电子厂的蚁穴 玩具厂的蜂窝 她们

笑着 站着 跑着 弯曲着 卷缩着

她们被简化成为一双手指 大腿

她们成为被拧紧的螺丝 被切割的铁片

被压缩的塑料 被弯曲的铝线 被剪裁的布匹

她们失意的 得意的 疲惫的 幸福的

散乱的 无助的 孤独的 。。。表情

她们来自村 屯 坳 组 她们聪明的

笨拙的 她们胆怯的 懦弱的 。。。

如今 她们跪着 对面是高大明亮的玻璃门窗

黑色制服的保安 锃亮的车辆 绿色的年桔


她们跪在厂门口 举着一块硬纸牌

上面笨拙地写着 “给我血汗钱”


她们周围是一群观众 数天前 她们是老乡

工友 朋友 或者上下工位的同事


她们目睹四个工友被保安拖走 她们目睹

一个女工的鞋子掉了 她们目睹另一个女工

挣扎时裤子破了 她们沉默地看着

下跪的四个女工被拖到远方 她们眼神里

没有悲伤 没有喜悦 。。。 她们目无表情地走进厂房


Zheng stehtZheng Xiaoqiong


they scurry across like wandering souls at the train station

at the machines the industrial zone squalid rented rooms

their thin female bodies like knifeblades like paper

hair fibres air their fingers cut

iron plastic film etc they’re numb and exhausted

like wandering souls packed into machine tables

work clothes assembly lines their glowing eyes

in the bloom of their youth scurrying into the shadowy stream

they created themselves I can’t tell them apart

I am standing among them no one knows who I am a sack of skin

limbs movement vague expressions one harmless

face after another they are always assembled lined up

forming electronics factory anthill toy factory beehive females

smiling standing running bending curling

each simplified into one pair of hands thies

fastened screws cut iron sheets

compressed plastic curved aluminum cut fabric

their frustrated satisfied weary happy

tangled up helpless lonely expressions

they come from villages hamlets valleys teams they’re intelligent

awkward they are weak timid

today they are kneeling before the shining glass windows doors

black-clad security polished limousines green tangerines

gold-emblazoned factory name shining in sunlight

kneeling at the factory gate holding up a cardboard sign

awkward charakters “give us sweat-and-blood-money”

they look quite fearless as they kneel at the factory gate

surrounded by a crowd days ago they were colleagues

from the same province friends coworkers above or below

women without any expression watching four kneeling women workers

watching four colleagues dragged away by security watching

one of the four losing a shoe watching another worker

getting her pants torn in the struggle silently watching

four kneeling women dragged far away in their eyes

there is no sadness no joy without any expression they enter the factory
their tragedy leaving me sad or depressed

Tr. MW, July 2014

Photos: Beate Maria Wörz

Photos: Beate Maria Wörz

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