Posts Tagged ‘pain’
十二月 20, 2020

Qing Rongbo
KIND
Jetzt ist er
in dem Alter,
dass er im Hof gerne
Ameisen nachrennt
und draufsteigt.
Ich sag ihm,
nicht draufsteigen,
die sind lebendig, die wollen auch leben!
Er steigt noch fester drauf.
Bis ich sag,
Papa ist oft wie eine Ameise,
immer wieder,
willst du dann noch draufsteigen?
Er ist auf einmal baff
und fängt an zu weinen.
09. Juli 2020

孩子
卿荣波
他到了
喜欢在院子里
追着蚂蚁
踩
的年龄
我告诉他
不能踩
那也是鲜活的生命
他踩得更欢了
直到我说
很多时候
爸爸就像是一只蚂蚁
你还踩吗
他愣了一下
突然就哭了

伊沙推荐语:
等我们做了父母,并且还需要做到一定程度之后,才会明白:子不教,父之过-这是文明,在中国古诗中不缺教子诗或训儿篇,现代口语诗人在此做出了自己智慧的回应-我的态度从来都是:传统中有的,我们必须要有,然后,我们拥有传统所没有的。
新世纪诗典10,NPC12月21日(冬至),3549首,1142人。第3个卿荣波(陕西)日

伊沙主持 | 新世纪诗典10一周联展(2020.12.20——12.26)
况禹点评《新诗典》卿荣波《孩子》:换位给事物带来的陌生化,或者具体到本诗——赋予动物以亲人的身份,无论是给孩子,还是对读者,所带来的撞击都是惊人的。惊人的背后,起作用的不止是艺术手段,还有那句老话,“屁股决定大脑”,人必须设身处地,才能稍微体会他人或其他生物的处境。两千五百年前人类最伟大的诗歌编选家、思想家和伦理学家孔子说——“己所不欲,勿施于人”,其实就是这个道理。
梅花驿:敬畏生命,与我们周围的生命休戚与共是人类之“善”,也是人性之“善”。所以,我们从小就被教育――捅燕子窝会瞎眼晴等等,虽说传统教育有着恐吓和迷信色彩。诗中教育孩子不能踩蚂蚁,孩子刚开始并不接受。“直到我说/很多时候/爸爸就像是一只蚂蚁”,孩子哭了。这才是生命教育的应有之义。
马金山|读卿荣波的诗《孩子》的十一条:
1、在形式与内容上高度集中,在语言和逻辑中张力强大,是现代诗写中需要不断积累和实践的重要课题;
2、卿荣波,80后,陕南人。《华商报》首席记者。现居西安;
3、卿荣波的诗,在孩子的题材方面,已收获两首佳作,且越写向度越不同,值得更多期待;
4、回到本诗,是那种多数人心中有,而又多数人笔下无的作品,至少没有这么干净、纯彻,将生命的意义和教育转化至极致的境界,此诗全部聚集于一体;
5、诗中写出人们共同的生命经验,尤其是对死亡命题的揭示,是人性的觉醒,构成了生存的基本要义;
6、诗的前三节,在写孩子的行为,特别是充满乐趣的那部分,更是深度投入,而在成年人这里,则是鲜活的生命构筑而成的世界,是生命之重;
7、最后两节,则是“我”作为成年人,作为爸爸对不正确行为孩子的教育,以身说话,以个人的生命名义为要旨,虽然孩子还不一定理解或者明白,孩子突然在行为上给出的回答,由此产生了强烈的共鸣;
8、诗的结尾,重重的一击,道出了生命的真谛,尤其是孩子哭了,在日常的生活状态表达中,瞬间使人心碎,写得深沉且动人心;
9、诗的标题《孩子》,全面概括了诗的所有内容,并形象丰富地展现出一个独特的艺术元素,让生命成为自然的事物,在丝毫不留痕迹的情况下,写出了孩子的某种觉知和情感;
10、本诗给予诗人的启示:“使用极少的文字,呈现出普遍的现象或意义,既需要高超的技艺,还需要对日常的积淀与挖掘能力”;
11、生命之诗,人性之诗,教育典范之作。
张小云点评:读卿荣波《孩子》
这是一个善巧而高效的教法
跟高人以观如母有情
引领他生起慈悲心一样
好的教育说到底是善心理的引导
当诗功与养育之德融为一体
卿荣波的诗便
出彩而上品
2020.12.20
《新诗典》小档案:卿荣波 80后 陕南人 现在西安 《华商报》首席记者 明星记者 陕西省优秀新闻工作者 新闻作品多次获得陕西新闻一、二、三等奖 《新世纪诗典》作者 也是《新世纪诗典》的粉丝
标签:animals, ant, child, death, family, father, feeling, life, NPC, pain, people, poetry, Qing Rongbo, 卿荣波, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, December 2020, July 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十一月 11, 2020

Mi Zhiping
A PERSON WHO IS GOING TO LEAVE
At the end of their time, nobody dares to tell a lie.
Good and bad in your body,
going through pain, shouting and crying, tears…
one after the other, passing.
I can be like stones, piled in the dephts of memory,
waiting for true believers to judge me.
Please don’t be too harsh,
I am a person who will be gone.
Translated by MW, November 2020
Mi Zhiping, born in Liaoning in 1985, lives in Norway. She has published a book of essays. Her poems have been published in October, a major literature magazine in China. 《新诗典》小档案:米芷萍:生于1985年,辽宁人。现居北欧挪威。曾出版散文集《与你相逢,总梦繁花一树明》。有诗作发表于《十月》。

标签:body, Chinese, compassion, 米芷泙, death, Europe, faith, Mi Zhiping, Norway, NPC, pain, people, religion, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十月 5, 2020

Zhang Mingyu
POEM
If I write
a poem on Father
all thankful inside
caring as much as I can
no losing
my temper
no intimidating
even slapping him
then it won’t be
such a good
poem.
5/8/20
Translated by MW, Oct. 2020


伊沙推荐语:
在《新诗典》的早期,我曾做过统计,看哪类题材入典诗最多-我记得排在前三名的是:父亲、清明节、母亲。近期关于父亲的佳作又有增加,在马非的父亲之后是张明宇的父亲-这一首写出了亲情诗的至理,就是这么吊诡:情商低,适合写抒情诗,做简单抒情;情商高,才适合写口语诗,做复杂抒情。
况禹点评《新诗典》张明宇《诗》:明宇在照片里搞怪,摸着关老爷的到头过瘾。但这首诗却是正路,它讲出了亲情诗该注意的平衡之道。具体怎么办?每个人的生活已经告诉了你。
新世纪诗典10,NPC10月5日,3472首,1120人。第10个张明宇(山西)日
梅花驿:
张明宇的《诗》简直是一首两重奏,一方面写我与父亲,另一方面写作诗之道。两者共鸣之处即真诚和真实。做人和作诗,一个道理。
庞琼珍:庞琼珍读《新世纪诗典》张明宇《诗》:写这首诗是需要勇气的。对于家人,谁没有发脾气、不耐烦、说狠话的时候呢?但在诗中如实写出,则是另外一回事。所幸的是,本诗做到了,现代口语诗人对复杂感情的立体呈现。
标签:child, children, embarrassment, expression, family, father, intimate, language, life, NPC, pain, parents, people, poetry, son, words, Zhang Mingyu, 张明宇, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, May 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, OCTOBER 2020, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
六月 9, 2020

Li Suo
LOCKDOWN APARTMENT
Alcohol disinfectant, 75%
Thermometer
Facemask hangs by the entrance, ready for re-use
Steamed bread, failed three times
Fresh flowers from Yunnan, bought online from Taobo
Cat hairs in the rug, always
Unwashed dishes, several days
50 installments of a trite soap opera
Uncontrolled feelings
Three o’clock in the morning, tears on my pillow
Six lamps turned on together
News of people who died
News of people waiting to die
News of people dying in vain
More and more in this apartment
A kind of gloom I never felt before
A heavy heart
A heavy heart like in Du Fu
(Ballad of Army Wagons)
Spring rain outside, unceasing cold
„Dark skies, rain wails and wails“
Layer on layer
They weigh on my chest.
3/22/20
Translated by MW, June 2020


标签:apartment, atmosphere, dark, death, deaths, depression, disease, 里所, feeling, feelings, ghosts, heaven, history, Li Suo, life, lockdown, memory, NPC, pain, pandemic, rain, room, sky, sounds, virus, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2020, 20th century, 21st century, April 2020, December 2019, February 2020, January 2020, June 2020, March 2020, May 2020, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Tang Dynasty, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
四月 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 »
四月 24, 2019

Li Dongze
GÖTTINNEN
Ich wünsch Dir alles Gute zum Frauentag
Du sagst Göttinnentag.
Ich erinnere mich wie Du dagelegen bist
auf dem Bett lauter Schmerz ich wollt Dich aufschneiden.
Du hast es ausgehalten
und unser Kind normal rausgebracht.
Dann hast Du gehustet jedesmal ist ein Strahl
Urin rausgekommen.
Später haben wir erst gewusst
das ist eine Krankheit nach der Geburt
haben das viele Frauen bekommen.
2019-03-11
Übersetzt von MW im April 2019


标签:birth, child, disease, health, Li Dongze, medicine, NPC, pain, poetry, urine, women, Women's Day, 新世纪詩典, 李东泽
发表在 2019, 20th century, 21st century, April 2019, March 2019, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十二月 20, 2018

Wang Xiaochuan
JETZT WEISS ICH WAS HEULEN UND WEHKLAGEN HEISST
am eingang von der notfallambulanz
eine frau
hält ein kind
sitzt auf den stufen
heult und klagt
ich seh das kind
hat an diesem winterabend
nackte füße
es ist fest zusammengewickelt
ich seh noch
in der nähe
einen mann
er kommt weinend her
umarmt die heulende frau
auf den stufen
die security
werfen die beiden
auf den gehsteig
vor das tor des universitätskrankenhauses
die beiden
halten immer noch
das fest zusammengewickelte kind
mit nackten füßen
das sich nicht rührt
und heulen und klagen
4. November 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2018


标签:birth, brutality, child, civilisation, culture, 王小川, death, emergency, history, hospital, institutions, man, NPC, pain, parents, people, security, society, stairs, story, woman, 新世纪詩典
发表在 Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
十二月 14, 2018

Bingxue Mei
HOSPITAL SELF-REGISTRATION MACHINE
The woman waiting before me
very nervously
spreads the large 100 yuan bills
clutched in her hand,
one after the other
feeding the mouth of the machine.
That mouth isn’t big,
but it has swallowed
each of those old red Mao heads.
She looks at me, nervous and helpless.
— “This how you do it?”
— “This how it works?”
Yes. This is it.
Let us all come together,
3 bows 9 kowtows before this cold majesty.
Pray after it has filled its belly,
it’ll work magic.
Heal our wounds, end our pain,
let hearts and spirits be calm again.
11/28/18
Translated by MW, December 2018


标签:bills, Bingxue Mei, health, hearts, hospital, machine, magic, minds, money, NPC, pain, people, prayer, religion, society, spirits, 冰雪梅, 新世纪詩典
发表在 2010s, 2018, 20th century, 21st century, December 2018, November 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
五月 26, 2018

Photo by Liu Xia
Liu Xia 刘霞
POMELO
ich halt eine pomelo in meiner hand
eine goldgelbe große
mit ihrem leicht bitteren duft
ein kleines messer ist schon genug
obwohl die haut recht dick gewirkt hat
ein wortloser schmerz
ich fang an zu zittern
ein leben in dem du keinen schmerz spürst
ein obst das niemand herunter nimmt
wartet nur aufs verfaulen
ich will wirklich gern die pomelo sein
geschnitten werden oder gebissen
besser im schmerz
in ruhe sterben
als im eigenen faulenden körper
die maden wimmeln sehen
einen ganzen winter
mach ich dieselbe sache
schneid eine pomelo nach der anderen auf
und hol mir nahrung aus ihrem tod
13. September 1999
Übersetzt von MW im März 2018
Liu Xia ist Malerin, Dichterin und Fotografin. Sie war mit dem Friedensnobelpreisträger Liu Xiaobo verheiratet. Geb. 1. April 1961 in Peking. Ehepartner: Liu Xiaobo (verh. 1996–2017) Geschwister: Liu Tong, Liu Hui (Wikipedia)
柚子
刘霞
我把玩一个又大又圆的柚子
金黄的一团
散发苦涩的清香
用一把小刀
就能划破它看似很厚的表皮
在无言的疼痛之中
我开始颤栗
感觉不到疼痛的生活
如同无人采择的果实
等待它的只有腐烂腐烂
我真想成为这只柚子
被刀切破手或被牙咬
宁可在疼痛中
安详地死去
也不愿看到自己正在腐烂的肉体
长满了蠕动的蛆
整整一个冬天
我都会重复着同样的事情
把一只只柚子剥开
在死亡中汲取营养
1999.9.13
标签:1989, art, colour, death, decay, fruits, history, life, Liu Xia, Liu Xiaobo, memory, pain, people, poetry, politics, scent, winter, 刘霞, 刘晓波
发表在 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1989, 1990s, 1999, 2000s, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2010s, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, March 2018, May 2018, Middle Ages, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
五月 15, 2018

Li Wenjun
WUNDEN
wie oft habe ich
meine einschusslöcher aufgelistet
die ärzte sagen
schussbahnen waren millimeter vom herzen entfernt
ich hab glück gehabt
aber ein halbes leben lang
find ich keine kugeln und keinen schützen
wenn das wetter umschlägt
hab ich die schmerzen
lieg unter der lampe die nur auf mich scheint
und such die wunden
aufgerichtet
schau ich immer noch wie eine zielscheibe aus
Mai 2018
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2018


标签:ballistics, bullets, heart, history, Li Wenjun, light, medicine, memory, millimetres, NPC, pain, poetry, scars, shots, weather, wounds, 新世纪诗典, 李文俊
发表在 2010s, 2018, 20th century, 21st century, May 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
二月 16, 2018

Xiang Lianzi
NETTE PATIENTEN
damals
tritt mich ein manischer patient
ich hab eine fehlgeburt
das krankenhaus gewährt mir 6 Yuan
schmerzensgeld
weiß nicht wie die patienten davon erfahren
sie kratzen 60 Yuan zusammen
für mich
zur erholung
2018-01-16
Übersetzt von MW im Februar 2018

标签:abortion, history, manic, memory, money, nice, NPC, pain, patient, patients, work, Xiang Lianzi, 新世纪诗典, 湘莲子
发表在 2018, 20th century, 21st century, February 2018, January 2018, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十月 29, 2017

Chao Hui
SCHMERZMITTELREZEPT
vater hat noch gegen japaner gekämpft
und einen granatsplitter behalten
wir haben ihn nicht operieren lassen
als er noch auf der welt war
jedesmal auf dem friedhof
verbrennen wir für vater
ein schmerzmittelrezept
Übersetzt von MW im Oktober 2017

标签:Chao Hui, death, drugs, family, father, grave, NPC, pain, pharmacy, shrapnel, war, 新世纪诗典, 朝晖
发表在 1900s, 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1945, 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 19th century, 2000s, 2010s, 2017, 20th century, 21st century, NPC, October 2017, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
五月 16, 2017

Gong Zhijian
A REASON NOT TO CRY
spring wind, a pair of cattle trying to mate
first time it won’t work
second time, with the help of the holder
they finish the old rite of life
joy is so short, giving birth takes so long
spring wind, please give this moaning cow
a reason not to cry
Tr. MW, May 2017

标签:animals, birth, brief, cows, cry, 龚志坚, Gong Zhijian, hold, joy, life, mate, NPC, pain, poetry, pregnancy, sex, spring, time, wind, 新世纪诗典
发表在 2017, May 2017, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
三月 20, 2017

Jian Tianping
STEHENDE KÜHE
Ein Stück Paprika ins Aug,
dann legt sich das Rind vor Schmerz nicht mehr hin,
bleibt die ganze Zeit stehen.
So haben mehr Rinder Platz auf dem Lastwagen.
Drei, vier Tage stehen sie gepfercht,
bis zur Ankunft
am Schlachthaus.
2017-02-19
Übersetzt von MW im März 2017

标签:beef, chili, cows, cramped, 簡天平, death, eye, hot, Jian Tianping, life, meat, NPC, pain, slaughter, space, standing, trade, transport, trick, truck, 新世纪诗典
发表在 2017, Februar 2017, March 2017, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
九月 30, 2016

Yi Sha
QUIT SMOKING! A DREAM
crack!
she sucks a cigarette butt so it glows
in the twilight
slowly walks up to me
lace garter stockings
leather boots, leather bra
chews on her butt
smoky red lips
and I am
just wearing briefs
strapped to a chair with a tall back
two evil sisters
stand by my sides
she blows me a mouthful of smoke
bends down and asks
will you quit smoking or not?
the angle is perfect for me to see
her cleavage
I firmly say: “no!”
her cigarette butt goes into my chest
I howl and I stare at her
surging
half-covered breasts
going up and down
when I wake up
she’s my wife
9/24/16
Tr. MW, Sept. 2016
《戒烟吧2-一个梦》
嚓一声
她吸亮了烟头
在昏暗的光里
慢慢向我走过来
她穿着网格的
蕾丝吊带裤袜
皮靴 皮胸罩 咬着烟屁
的 熏红的嘴唇
而我
只穿了条直角短裤
反绑在一个高背椅上
旁边还站着两个 凶恶的
姐妹
她对我吹了一口烟
低下身问 戒 还是不戒
这个角度刚好让我看见
她乳沟的深处
我坚定地 不 戒
然后这娘们儿
就把烟头戳在我胸口
我边嚎叫 边盯着她
半掩的乳峰
在上下起伏
醒来后
这个女人其实是我的老婆
16/9/24

标签:breasts, chest, cigarette, death, dream, fear, film, life, marriage, pain, plan, project, sex, smoke, smoking, wife, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 2016, poetry, September 2016, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
四月 2, 2016

Han Dong
AM BRUNNENRAND
am brunnenrand hält er seinen sohn, seinen liebling,
sagt zu meinem vater: “in zukunft
können unsere kinder nur zum militär gehen,
einen anderen weg wird es nicht geben. “
sie haben noch etwas anderes gesagt,
wahrscheinlich über die ernte.
sie hatten nicht so viele themen,
aber kinder bespricht man nicht wie das wetter.
niemand hätte gedacht, dass eines der kinder
sich an die worte erinnert. außerdem weiß er noch
schmerz im gesicht eines vaters.
vielleicht war es nur eine lästige motte.
vierzig jahre später erinner ich mich an die szene.
am brunnenrand sind keine väter,
erst recht keine söhne. nur dieser kopflose satz
geht durch offene maisblätter,
durch teufelszwirn der sich schlängelt,
im abendlicht und im schatten
von unten herauf.
hat sich das andere kind
vielleicht auch einen satz meines vaters gemerkt?
sucht er auch nach mir,
um einen satz auszutauschen? jedenfalls
reden wir noch über das heurige wetter.
Übersetzt von MW im April 2016

标签:army, children, corn, 韩东, family, father, generations, Han Dong, heritage, history, life, memory, moth, pain, plants, sentences, speech, talk, village, weather, words, 新世纪诗典
发表在 April 2016, NPC, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
二月 28, 2016

Yi Sha 《大年三十的夜》
NACHT VOR NEUJAHR
ich hab ein schönes lied auf den lippen
hab den text geändert
es ist von der neujahrsnacht
“soviel krach, soviel krach”
ich brenn feuerwerk ab
mein sohn folgt mir nach
die raketen die wir angeschleppt haben
sind etwas zuviel für unseren hof
wir werden höflich ersucht auf die straße zu gehen
vor einem hotel ist noch genug platz
heut nacht ist der himmel erhellt
das ganze land jauchzet und tanzt
als wir fertig sind mit unserm feuerwerk
dreh ich mich um
krieg einen schreck
das hotel ist erleuchtet
mit roten laternen
es gibt sogar einen lebendigen spruch:
ein hockender steinerner löwe
zu seinen füßen ein liegender bettler
und weiße schrift auf rotem grund:
“HARMONISCHE GESELLSCHAFT”
2007
Übersetzt von MW im Februar 2016
Yi Sha 《纹心》
INS HERZ GERITZT
auch wenn es
das herz ist das blutet
hört es auf eines tages
die narbe verkrustet
die kruste reißt ab
das jucken das bleibt
weckt den schmerz nicht mehr auf
aber
was eingebrannt ist
ein mal auf dem herzen
deiner generation
unauslöschliches
muttermal für euch alle
oder aber
nur für dich selbst
2008
Übersetzt von MW im Februar 2016
伊沙
《大年三十的夜》
我把一首好听的歌
改了词儿
挂在嘴上
“大年三十的夜啊
这么闹这么闹……”
歌声送我去放炮
儿子是我的小尾巴
我们搬运来的大花炮
超出了小区的限制
被人客气地请到大街上
一家宾馆的门前来放
今夜漫天礼花
恰似歌舞升平的国家
当我放完了所有的炮
猛回头
人惊心
但见宾馆灯火明
大红灯笼高高挂
配之一副活春联:
上联是尊石狮子——蹲着
下联是个老乞丐——卧着
红底白字横批曰:“和谐社会”
(2007)
《纹心》
即便是
流在心里的血
也会有止住的一天
那伤疤也会结痂
然后撕去
留下一点微痒
咬不醒疼痛的记忆
可是啊
它毕竟还是像金印一样
烙在了你的心上
那图案似纹心
是你们这代人
不可磨灭的胎记
或者只属于
你自己
(2008)
标签:backyard, beggar, child, fireworks, harmony, heart, history, hotel, lantern, lion, memory, noise, pain, picture, poetry, politics, propaganda, red, society, son, spring festival, white, writing, year, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 2007, 2008, February 2016, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
二月 27, 2016

Chun Sue
EXODUS
Let’s say everyone has a soul.
Feeling pain,
struggling.
Let’s say life
is a movie.
Won’t be too long,
there’ll be an answer.
Let’s say at night they can also cry tears.
Then what I am doing
is what should be done.
I should not be laughed at
by anyone.
2013
Tr. MW, 2016
出埃及记
春树
假设每个人都是有灵魂的
有痛苦
挣扎
假设生活
就像电影
不用等太久
就有回答
假设他们也能在夜晚流泪
那我的所做所为
就是正确的
就不应该
遭到嘲笑
2013
标签:answer, Chun Sue, cry, evening, film, laugh, life, long, night, pain, person, poetry, soul, story, struggle, surmise, 春树
发表在 February 2016, May 2013, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
二月 22, 2016

BABIES’ FACES
there is nothing in babies’ faces but wonder,
there is nothing in colours in clouds round the moon.
there is sadness in babies’ faces and pain
there is laughter and everything you forget.
there is nothing in babies’ faces but wonder,
there is nothing in colours in clouds round the moon.
MW Febr. 21st, 2016 元宵节 Lantern Festival


标签:art, baby, clouds, colours, food, history, joy, Lantern Festival, memory, moon, new year, nothing, pain, poetry, round, wonder
发表在 February 2016, January 2016, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
十一月 30, 2015

Tang Guo
CHILDHOOD GAMES
they tied my hands and my feet
let me hop up the stairs to second floor
if I made it all the way up
hopping up without falling
I would get a handful of candy
tight ropes around hands and feet
I had to hop like a frog
the first jump was easy
the second stair was not too bad
it got hard later on
grinning grown-ups upstairs on the landing
their hands full of candy
gleaming in colours
I held down my pain
kept telling myself to be strong, to go on
many times I almost fell on the stairs
but in the end I held on to myself
I raised my small hands up together
thanking someone somewhere beyond
I finally got the candy I dreamed of
then grown-ups got bored and dispersed
May 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

标签:ambition, candy, children, control, dream, fall, feet, fun, game, grown-ups, hands, hop, interest, jump, NPC, pain, play, poetry, rope, stairs, sweets, Tang Guo, thanks, 唐果, 新世纪诗典
发表在 MAY 2015, November 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
十一月 3, 2015

Li Dian’er
SISTER-IN-LAW ZHANG HONGPING
Zhang Hongping from Nanchenzan village,
from the family of Wu Zhanlei,
when she was pregnant the second time,
the time period between the two pregnancies
did not meet national regulations.
After the late-term abortion,
they threw that ball of flesh
into a dirty plastic bucket.
Her mom prodded one or two times into the bucket with fire tongs,
That piece of flesh twitched one or two times without a sound
Her mom’s fingers shook one or two times.
”It’s a girl,“
said her mom.
Every time she talks about it,
Zhang Hongping makes a pause at this moment.
“After that,” she says,
“‘cause it was a girl I cried not so hard.”
Tr. MW, November 2015

标签:abortion, body, bucket, family, flesh, gender, girl, law, Li Dian'er, nation, NPC, one-child-policy, pain, poetry, politics, pregancy, regulation, sound, village, 新世纪诗典, 李点儿
发表在 November 2015, October 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
七月 4, 2015

3 A
MOTHER HAS NOT CHANGED ONE BIT
she went through the cultural revolution
through the great leap famine
through working her farm on her own
went through village loneliness
went through labour pains
went through years of poverty
she carried her son on her back
a dozen miles to the next clinic
went through years of not speaking
went through times of great fires
she did not change one bit
like other people of the same age
she became old in her best years
in their richest dreams they became skinny
she had five children
her five children gave birth in turn
to her ten grandchildren
through her busy life
through stomach aches and tinnitus
through fevers and colds
through getting sick
through the moon waxing and waning
when she gets tired and falls asleep
she will go through a big fire
becoming the air
I breathe every day
Tr. MW, June 2015

标签:3A, birth, catastrophies, children, cold, dream, fire, generations, grandchildren, history, illness, life, memory, mother, pain, poetry, sleep, work, 新世纪诗典, 三个A
发表在 July 2015, June 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
三月 7, 2015

Ma Lan
THE PAST OF THE APPLES
the apples that year
made up on the stage
caressed my disease
like one crazy bun
sexy, beautiful, close to the skin
the apples that year
flew down to earth
they lit up my road coming home
oh how they needed photosynthesis
I held her skin and all
then I understood
the pain in my back
apples in their last year
your body most pure
blown ripe by the wind
no way to go forward, no path to retreat
a pair made of jade like ice doesn’t melt
cannot be put to rest
2003-03-29
Tr. MW, Feb. 2015
马兰
《苹果往事》
那一年的苹果
粉墨登场
爱抚了我的疾病
像一个疯狂的馒头
性感,美丽,皮肉难分
那一年的苹果
飞身落地
照亮我回家的路
多么需要光合作用
我连皮抱紧她
才明白我腰痛的姻缘
最后一年的苹果呵
你贞洁的身子
已被季风吹熟
无力前进,也无法后退
仿佛一对经久不化的玉石
再不能入土为安
2003,3,29
THIS TIME – Ma Lan
标签:apple, pain, past, poetry
发表在 February 2015, March 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
十二月 14, 2014

Ru Ye
YOU CAN‘T GET AWAY FROM THE PAIN
the doctor at the physical said
your IUD
is an old model
not easy to get it out
you fill out an application form at your work unit
get a stamp from the family planning bureau where you live
then come again and we’ll extract it
in your mind’s eye
you see the old elm tree for hanging the laundry
iron wire grown into the tree
scar looks like cutting a body in half
now you want the wire pulled out from your flesh
your knees getting weak
People’s Hospital corridor
you sit thirty minutes
and still can’t get up
11/9/14
Tr. MW, Dec. 2014
标签:application form, birth control, body, coil, family planning, hospital, IUD, laundry, medicine, pain, poetry, Ru Ye, stamp, tree, wire, women, 如也
发表在 December 2014, November 2014, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
十月 23, 2014

Photo by Michael Gessner
Yi Sha
READING AT TUCSON POETRY FESTIVAL: OCT. 25th, 2014
1) 《车过黄河》 CROSSING THE YELLOW RIVER
2) 《9/11 心里报告》 9/11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH
3) 《中国底层》 CHINA DOWN AT THE BOTTOM
4) 《性爱教育》 SEX EDUCATION
5) 《在美国使馆遭拒签》 HAVING MY VISA REFUSED
6) 《二 泉映月》 THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING
7) 《烟民萨达姆》 SADDAM THE SMOKER
8) 《进入美国》 ENTERING AMERICA
9) 《佛蒙特创作中心》 VERMONT STUDIO CENTER
10) 《一年》 ONE YEAR
11) 《在美国再忆钟品》IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN
12) 《隔壁的歌声》 SONG FROM NEXT DOOR
13) 《梦(442)》 DREAM #442 (it is winter/ I’m in an internet cafe/ …)
14) 《佛州吟》 SONG OF VERMONT
15) 《烦人的鲁奖》 GODDAMN LU-PRIZE
Presented by Tucson Poet Laureate Rebecca Seiferle!
Bentley’s House of Coffee and Tea, 6-8 pm

photo by Michael Gessner
4
Yi Sha
SEX EDUCATION
One of our travels
We didn’t get out very much –
Nine years ago. Led us to Qingdao –
A summer of love
Sand castles, writing on rocks
Fresh clams in small restaurants
Very cheap. I remember
We lived in a school
A hotel for the summer
It was our summer of
Watching movies together
One night we sat
In the video room
All the way until morning
There was a flick about all kinds of fish
We were attracted
And then we felt
Shaken without compare
There was a fish called salmon
They had this one time
Of uninhibited communion
At the end of their lives
Fish of great beauty
Nine years ago
We don’t remember
How great it was
But no-one forgets
The pain at the end
1997
Tr. MW, 2014/2

Photo by Howard Romero
伊沙
《性爱教育》
那是我们不多的
出门旅行中的一次
九年前 在青岛
那是属于爱情的夏天
海滩上的砂器和字迹
小饭店里的鲜贝
非常便宜 记得
我们住在一所
学校里 在夏季
它临时改成了旅店
那是我们共同的
爱看电影的夏天
一个晚上 我们
在录像厅里
坐到了天亮
一部介绍鱼类的片子
吸引了我们
使我们感到
震惊无比
那种鱼叫三文鱼
一种以一次
酣畅淋漓的交媾
为生命终结的
美艳之鱼
九年了
我们没有记住
它的美丽
只是难以忘记
这种残酷的结局
1997

Photo by Howard Romero

photo by Howard Romero
标签:9/11, america, Arizona, art, beauty, china, class, diplomacy, dreams, education, fish, friendship, life, memory, pain, people, performance, poetry, Qingdao, reading, Rebecca Seiferle, Saddam Hussain, sex, song, tibet, travel, Tucson, USA, vermont, Vermont Studio Center, visa, writing, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 October 2014, poetry, Translations, Yi Sha, 伊沙 | Leave a Comment »
十月 14, 2013

Xiang Lianzi
FIRST STORY
“In danger the sea cucumber will split itself
one half it gives the world to devour,
the other half escapes.” – from W. Szymborska, Autotomy.
I said let’s not talk poetry at the lunar new year let us tell stories
like a bricklayer half of his head bashed in by half of a steel pipe
like he and his sick room friends
arguing anything, twitching like sleepwalking
he says 3+2=1
like three fingers plus two equals one hand
two hands together equals one pair
like what a rat hates most is rat poison
whoever loves eating rat poison most must be a rat
like I said they were arguing anything
from mathematics into philosophy
from singular into plural
from fingers into a skull bashed in
into rats, poison, leaks or balloons
like 11+11=22, 22-2=2 and so on
he said not that leaks cannot be fixed
just like rat poison will always be digested by rats
just like rats knocked a hole in his skull
his skull has a leak, like a balloon
a leaking balloon is very hard to blow up
just like his half-bashed in skull pops in and out with a yawn
he said in the box with the rat poison there is no rat
rat poison is very bad for rats
just like reading is very bad for your head
just like rats eating his brain slipping into his head
when he said he had a headache, I had a headache
like he wanted me to put rat poison into his brain
like he said: “I’ll soon be an idiot
when they have finished my brain
my boss will dump me, my girlfriend dumps me”
like he is all desperate
crying his heart out like a wolf
howling just like a cat who cannot catch rats
like one hundred rats cannot overcome one single cat
he said: no-one can figure it out, nobody can fix this leak
except me, I have a method, I take a bit of cement, very good quality
mix it with alcohol, ts ts. believe me I have the technique.
he pointed at his broken temporal bone like pointing at some leak on a roof
like a leak on a roof he was fixing
Tr. MW, Oct. 2013

标签:health, hospital, intelligence, life, pain, poetics, poetry, story, storytelling, Xiang Lianzi, 新世纪诗典, 湘莲子
发表在 October 2013, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »