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NO SHIT!

十二月 22, 2016

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NO SHIT

the italian foreign minister says
on brettscheid square in berlin
memorial church right where the lorry
he says the suspect had been in prison
in tunisia and in italy
also in germany
normally it works out much better
in italy
normally they are good at deporting
what a relief

british foreign ministry in london
720 laptops went missing
unusually high number they say
no shit

MW December 2016

 

NO SHIT

der italienische außenminister sagt
auf dem brettscheidplatz in berlin
gedächtniskirche dort wo der lastwagen
er sagt der verdächtige war im gefängnis
in tunesien und in italien
und auch in deutschland
normalerweise funktioniere es besser
in italien
normalerweise schiebe man besser ab
was für ein trost

im britischen verteidigungsministerium in london
sind heuer 720 laptops verschwunden
eine ungewöhnlich hohe zahl heißt es
no shit

MW Dezember 2016

DER MOND MUSS PERFEKT SEIN 《不敢不完美》 SHE HAS TO BE PERFECT

九月 6, 2016

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Martin Winter 維馬丁:

DER MOND MUSS PERFEKT SEIN 《不敢不完美》 SHE HAS TO BE PERFECT

POEMS IN ENGLISH, CHINESE AND GERMAN.

包括維馬丁寫的中文詩歌,英語詩歌被詩人伊沙譯成中文.

READING IN VIENNA ON OCTOBER 15, 2016!

Martin Winter & Juliane Adler lesen aus: Der Mond muss perfekt sein/ Yi Sha: Die Überquerung des gelben Flusses

 

Martin Winter, born 1966. Poet, translator. Studied in Vienna, Taipei etc. Worked in China etc. Writes in English, Chinese, German

Martin Winter, Dichter und Übersetzer. Studierte Germanistik und Sinologie, verbrachte 15 Jahre in China und Taiwan. Schreibt Gedichte auf Deutsch, Englisch, Chinesisch.

Mit einer Grafik der chinesischen Künstlerin Wang Qi 王琦画

Format: 14 x 20,4 cm
Seiten: 332
Fertigung: 1 s/w-Abbildung, Broschur
Preis/€: 15,00

TEXTPROBE   SAMPLE PAGES

 

 

ISOLA BELLA

七月 14, 2016

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ISOLA BELLA

lucius malfoy was here
and mussolini
discussing world peace.
plaintive white peacocks
declaring before all and sundry
their most abject humility.
we could be much greater
but for now we are modest.
you can see bellatrix and josephine
in the paintings
or in the tapestries
if you look close enough.
everything in harry potter
has been petrified
in the book of this island.
that’s why it’s so popular.
don’t worry they also grow mandrakes.

MW July 2016

ISOLA BELLA II

today you can see
every house in the distance
every face
of a mountain
we had storms for two days.
every flag in the distance
looks like a red flag on the island
island of beauty
rather small kings
and mussolini
well, for a conference
conference of stresa
now there’ s a red flag on the island
maybe they’ll burn it
hopefully not.

MW July 2016

STRESA 《意大利斯切薩镇》

七月 14, 2016

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STRESA

today i wish i was an artist
should have brought paper
maybe a pencil
peaks in the mist
across the lake
boats, one or two
and the islands.
the postcard island and the two real ones
and in the distance
only a sail

then come back to the beach
with the ducks
and the kids.

by the way
this hand- painted postcard
costs twenty euros.

MW July 2016

 

《意大利斯切萨镇》

今天我觉得应该当画家
应该带纸
带只铅笔
雾中山顶
湖泊对面
船一两三
还有岛屿
明信片的和两个真的

遥遥一帆

回到海滩
鸭子
孩子

跟你说
这张手画明信片
只要二十欧元

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MILANO AND STRESA

七月 14, 2016

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MILANO AND STRESA

what is the difference
poetry and prose
sun-drenched mornings
sun- drenched afternoons
birds
bees
brassbands
harping
sketching
the truth
the castle
lizards
strife and peace
what is the difference

i wonder where they have WiFi in stresa

MW July 2016

SPRING IS A WONDERFUL SEASON – April 15, 2016 in Vienna. #Schutzbefohlene *

四月 15, 2016

Hauptbahnhof

SPRING IS A WONDERFUL SEASON

April 15, 2016 in Vienna. #Schutzbefohlene *
Spring is a wonderful season,
trees spilling their green.
Some are cut, some are planted.
Downstairs across they are planting a park,
used to be train tracks.

Last year we had refugees at the station.

Spring is a wonderful season.

They said it was 90,000 people or so
in all of Austria,
mostly in a few months,
who wanted to stay in this country.
Ten times more went on to Germany.
So many people wanted to help.
Train workers, even police.
Volunteers, often more than enough.
We live in the neighbourhood.
My daughter Maia went down to play with the refugee children.
After a while she knew the volunteers.
It was safe.
The refugees staid down by the station.
Some people from our house took in refugees.

There was discussion to use the shop,
the empty shop downstairs in this new house,
for refugee quarters.
Just for the winter.
That shop has bathrooms and everything.

But then they closed down at the station.
It was in December.
They took them with buses, they said, from the border.
On to Germany.
If you said you wanted Germany, they let you in.
They were building a fence.
So in December, the station was empty.
Maybe Mid-December.
No quarters in our house.
But people still coming in.
Coming up through the Balkans, used to be Yugoslavia.

In early January we played Tarot down in the library.
We have a library in our house.
And we play cards, for a few pennies.
On Friday nights.
We have had readings, and even theatre.
Gudrun and Peter, they built a stage.
Downstairs in the big common room.
We had a night reciting Bob Dylan.
Down you masters of war.

But then in January, there was Cologne.
In Cologne at the train station, on New Year’s Night.
Hundreds of women harassed.
Raped, one or two.
Many foreign men there at the train station.
Not enough police, or police doing nothing.
We should discuss this, one of us said.
We had been playing cards.
What is there to discuss, there ‘s not much in the news.
Maybe social networks did play a role.
I want to discuss this.
These refugees becoming a problem.
What is there to discuss, there’s not much in the news.
These refugees becoming a problem.
A discussion is stupid, without any facts.
So one of us went away in a huff.

Later I was away, I was in China.
In southern China, a poetry trip.
From southern China to Southeast Asia.
Self-organized.
The year before they went to Vietnam.
Wrote some good poetry.
Vietnam wars in the background,
including China attacking Vietnam.
And other stuff, daily life.
Morning routine.

This year I went with them through Southeast Asia.
Poets from all over China. 16 or 17.
One or two guides.
Guides of Chinese extraction.
Thailand, Singapore. And Malaysia.
Then back to Nanning, to southern China.

Poetry meetings, almost every night.
Sometimes more.
One time in the airport.
Plane was delayed, nothing better to do, call a poetry meeting.
Poems written there on the road.

Yi Sha has this dream, before every border.
Dreaming they won’t let him through.
Normally he writes down all his dreams.
Makes for good poetry.
But not this time, he was afraid.
Only when we were safe in Malaysia.

They had a crackdown, in Kuala Lumpur.
There was an attack in Indonesia.
Muslim majority in Malaysia, too.
If the father is Muslim, the child has to be Muslim.
Not Chinese or anything else.
It was not like this before.
At least according to our guide.
They have elections and a Sultan.
Or they call him a King, at least in Chinese.

It’s a beautiful country.
Tribes in the woods.
Our guide lived with a tribe for a week.
For a project at university.
She was very young, has a small child.
She speaks Fukien Chinese.
Mandarin with the tourists, of course.
Liked to talk about sex.
Malaysian men with many wives.
Just a few Muslims, who can afford it.

On February first, I came back to Austria.
Refugees still coming, though not so many.
News had been shifting.
Creating a climate against refugees.
We put a limit on loving our neighbours.
That was a poster.
The foreign minister, he’s very young.
The interior ministress.
She’s not there any more now, she’ll become governess.
Governor of Lower Austria.
And the candidate.
Their candidate for Federal President.

President is just a figurehead here.
Like in Germany.
In Germany, he is elected in parliament.
So he is from the majority party.
He or she.

In Austria, everyone votes for the President.
Everyone should.
Everyone is automatically registered, every citizen.
Nowadays you can vote in advance.
Local district office.
Ballot per mail, or there at the office.
That guy for limits on loving your neighbour won’t make it.
He’s trailing far behind in the polls.
But his policies are federal policy.

They let that happen, the Social Democrats.
They are the majority.
But they let it happen, they are just like the rightists.
News had been shifting.
These refugees becoming a problem.
Some Social Democrats work with the Rightists.
Those other Rightists.
That Freedom Party.
Some Neo-Nazis.
Some Neo-Nazis cling to this party.
Some were just Liberals.
In the 1980s they were for joining the European Community.
Anyway now they are shameless Rightists.
Austria should not be ashamed, they proclaim.
Including old Nazis, including SS.

And Social Democrats think they should work with them.
But they are trailing, the Social Democrats.
Maybe their candidate will fall behind,
though not as far as the one with the limits.
They are far behind, both of them.

Three candidates are in front.
Front-runner is from the Green Party.
They always were for refugees.
And there is a woman.
Not from a party.
A former judge.
Liberal views, for the economy.
Definitely not from the Left.
Those two were leading.
But Freedom Party candidate is closing up.

No, he doesn’t say we are all Germans.
Though he says many things.
Austrians first, don’t be ashamed.
Don’t be ashamed of anything.
Works better than just talk about limits.

So I’ve voted already, ten days in advance.

I’m afraid.
That Freedom guy is worse than Trump.
Similar causes why they are so popular.

Austria is very small.
President is just a figurehead.
But I’m afraid.

Austria becomes Hungary.
Headline in Switzerland, two days ago.
Rightist government, fences.
Italy protesting, not only Greece.
Against Austria, in the EU.

EU has been weak.
Rightist reactions in Eastern Europe.
Rightist rhetoric against refugees.
From Social Democrats, some of them.
EU is weak, was very weak in the Yugoslav wars.

Mid-April sun is shining outside.
Spring is a beautiful season,
trees spilling their green.
Some are cut, some are planted.
Downstairs across they are planting a park.

Martin Winter
April 15, 2016
*Schutzbefohlene means people placed under protection. It is the title of a play by Elfriede Jelinek, the Austrian author who won the Nobel prize for literature in 2004. She wrote the play in 2013. It was performed, by refugees, at University of Vienna on April 14, 2016, when a group of rightists stormed the stage. They sprayed red paint and reportedly injured performers, including children. I wrote the long poem above on Friday morning, April 15. I had not been at the performance and knew nothing about the incident before my text was finished. But I think my text works as background reading, at least.

 

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AUSTRIAN FEDERAL CHANCELLOR CHICKEN: HOCH DIE INTERNATIONALE FEIGHEIT!

三月 15, 2016

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BUNDESKANZLER FEIGMANN

feigmann ist ein solidarischer mensch
genau wie die zeitung
genau wie das fernsehen
die herrinnen bundesminister
hoch die internationale feigheit
wir haben die balkan-route verstopft
jetzt stopfen wir die italien-route
wir sind ja mittendrin
wir sind österreich-ungarn

MW März 2016

AUSTRIAN FEDERAL CHANCELLOR CHICKEN

chancellor chicken is all solidarity
he loves the papers
he loves the tv
he loves his fellow interior ministers
hail international cowardice!
we have blocked the balkan route
now let us seal the italian corridor
let us block ourselves all over europe
first and foremost 
austro-hungary!

MW March 2016

EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK – 伊沙 – DREI GEDICHTE VON 2002

十一月 21, 2015

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EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK – 伊沙 – DREI GEDICHTE VON 2002

 

Yi Sha 《傍晚的一個瞬间》
EINE SZENE AM ABEND

eine gruppe von teenagern
umringen und schlagen
eine schöne junge frau
mit fäusten und füßen
mit steinen
das war auf einer landstraße
im süden von frankreich
oder auf sizilien
das hab ich auf einmal im fernsehen gesehen
eine szene am abend
ich hab gewusst es war ein film
ich hatte noch etwas anderes zu tun
konnte nicht weiter schauen
ich fühlte mich ein bisschen schlecht
nicht nur ein bisschen schlecht
sondern selten schlecht
ich weiß schon
das hat mit der handlung konkret nichts zu tun
da kommt nur ein gefühl hoch
weil ich keinen bestimmten grund finden kann
häng ich in der luft
und find keinen halt

2002
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2015

《傍晚的一个瞬间》

一群少年
在围打一个
年轻的漂亮女人
用拳脚
用石块
那是在法国南部
乡村的土路上
抑或是西西里岛
发生的一幕情景
我是忽然在电视上
看到这组镜头
在傍晚的一个瞬间
并知道那是一部电影
当时因为还有别的事
我不可能再看下去了
有点难受
十分难受
异常难受
我自己知道
这和镜头展现的内容无关
只是内心的感情被激起来了
因为找不到确切的理由
所以空悬着
无法落在实处

(2002)

Yi Sha
EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK

eine frau
mit einer stahlsäge
sägt meine nerven
sie weiß
meine nerven
halten gar keine säge aus
sie weiß
was am meisten weh tut
das ist der klang
wenn eine stahlsäge
nerven durchschneidet
ihr guten menschen
hört
eine kleine nachmusik
euch wird weit ums herz und leicht um den sinn
ein sehr schönes gefühl
die nerven sind schon durchgesägt
aber nachher
sieht man kein blut
euch guten menschen
tut es unerträglich weh
ich hab noch das herz
euch zu sagen
ich hab ein herz aus stahlbeton
dass ich nicht gerührt bin
das kommt von einem einfachen grund
einem ganz banalen
ich möchte leben
mitten unter den leuten

2002
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2015

《小夜曲》

一个女人
手持钢锯
锯我神经
她知道
我的神经
不堪一锯
她知道
最痛的
是哪一根
钢锯锯着
神经的声音
响起——
善良的人
听到的是
一支小夜曲
心旷神怡
好高兴
神经被锯断
之后是
不见血的
善良的人
痛不欲生的
我还有心
告诉你们
我的铁石心肠
我的不为所动
是出自怎样一条
朴素的底线
那就是——
我想活着
活在人间

(2002)

Yi Sha
DIE GROSSE WILDGANSPAGODE BEHALT ICH,
HIER IST EINE KLEINE PAGODE FÜR DICH

meine reisegefährten sind aufgestiegen
auf die wildganspagode
ich streck meine glieder
tief hinten im garten am alten tempel
hab ich mich so angenehm angelehnt
zitherklang aus der oper liang zhu
und die alte glocke an die ich gestoßen bin
lassen mich in den schlaf sinken
ein tausendjähriger mittagsschlummer
kurz und traumlos
schwarz vor den augen
beim aufwachen
sind meine wangen ganz feucht
mein gesicht ist noch immer
im weinen befangen
ich hab doch keinen grund
es muss etwas sein
etwas größeres
höheres
etwas kleineres
niedrigeres
das mich gebraucht hat
um sich auszuweinen

2002
Übersetzt von MW im Nov. 2015

 

《大雁塔我留下
送君一座小雁塔》

同游者登塔去了
在庭院深处
长亭的一角
我四肢摊开
那么舒服地靠着
在《梁祝》的古筝
和由我自己撞响的
不绝于耳的古钟里
可以享受一次
千年的午寐
无梦的小睡
眼前很黑
醒来之时
却满脸泪水
哭的表情
在脸上凝固
我无所哭
一定是什么
那更大的
更高的什么
那更小的
更低的什么
借我一用
用我来哭

(2002)

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