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巴黎墓园 PERE LACHAISE

3月 13, 2025

Photo by Maja Linnemann

巴黎墓园

巴黎最著名的墓园
有很多外国人
有爱尔兰诗人作家
奥斯卡·王尔德
和美国歌手
吉姆·莫里森
有一些华人
外面墙上有在一战
死去巴黎人的名单
游客不少
我们碰到
英国中学生
他们德语不错
都喜欢足球
还学会了
专门词汇
种族歧视
墓园很文明
不过王尔德
坟墓的雕像
也受到破坏

2025.2

Photo by Maja Linnemannn

PERE LACHAISE

Last week I wrote a poem
after we walked in Père Lachaise,
the cemetery in Paris.
The one with the stars.

Like Abelard and Heloise.
Yeah, I didn’t know they were there.
There is a book with their letters.
They wrote in Latin.

Anyway we met students from England,
high-school students.

Their teachers had given them maps.
It was cold.
I shouldn’t have been outside.
I know that now.

Rasenvorurteile!
Ich liebe Fußball!
Yeah, they knew German,
some of it sounded quite good.

They were from Leicester,
at least some of them.
Rasen means lawn.
There is another rasen,
it means to rage.
Or also road rage.

But what they had learned was another word.
Race prejudice.
Rassenvorurteile.
Yeah, with two s.
Double s in the races.

Yeah, off to the races,
Hamsterwheel,
Lilo and Stitch.
That is a story
against prejudice,
more or less,
mostly harmless.

Abelard and Heloise
was a different story.
Not really for kids.
But yeah, rather deep,
like much in the cemetery.

There are Chinese graves.
One still had wreaths
from a recent burial.

My poem was in Chinese,
the one from last week.

In the end we found Oscar Wilde
or near the end.

The end was ashes
sprinkled on pieces of lawn
near the north exit.
Without prejudice,
hopefully,
but rather orderly.

There were stones to remember
very grave things
somewhere else.
There was one about Ruanda.

The north exit is near Belleville.
But we went straight home
to our friends’ apartment.
We were cold and tired.

Keep your eyes on the road
and your hands upon the wheel,
and may God protect you,
or whatever spirit.

It is a spiritual place.

MW March 2025

Photo by Maja Linnemann

标签：ashes, belief, believe, body, children, cold, contact, conversation, destruction, football, France, grass, health, high school, history, lawn, literature, massacre, memory, music, Oscar Wilde, Paris, people, prejudice, race, rocks, school, sex, soccer, spirit, spirits, sports, Stones, talk, traces, violence
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BUY A KNIFE – 尚仲敏 Shang Zhongmin

12月 5, 2024

Shang Zhongmin
BUY A KNIFE

Twenty-five years ago
I first went to Xinjiang.
Just out of the airport
a young Uighur guy came to me.
He took out a knife,
the tip was right against my chest.
Buy a knife, he said.
How much?
Twenty-five Yuan.
I gave him a hundred.
He had no change.
Buy four knives, he said.
And so from my first trip to Xinjiang
I brought back four knives.

Translated by MW in December 2024

磨铁诗歌奖·2023年度最佳诗歌100首｜尚仲敏《买刀》入选理由：一首幽默的诗光有好笑的内容还不够，还得加入恰当的语言和诗人的个性，要不然很容易写成一个段子。尚仲敏很擅长写具有高级幽默感的诗，他的生活为他提供了源源不断的素材，他的个性、他写诗的语言和口气，让他的诗有着独一份的鲜活。《买刀》这首诗，讲的本来是一个有点沉重的故事，但是尚仲敏松弛的叙述，和他最后两行充满个性的点睛之笔，让这个故事充满了黑色幽默，强大的诗性一挥而就。（磨铁读诗会 / 方妙红）

Sang Gege
LONG WAIT

The red light was going on too long
and the young guy selling flowers
randomly exchanged a glance with me
and said right away, please buy a pot!
I had no such plan before
but the wait was too long
so I picked out a small kind of hibiscus.
Never saw that kind, stem standing up,
small light red blossoms attached together.
When I paid, I missed
the short green light.
So there was another
long wait.
Standing still there with my flower
after a while
I saw the guy again
but he just smiled,
didn’t say anything.

Translated by MW in December 2024

磨铁诗歌奖·2023年度最佳诗歌100首｜桑格格《漫长的等待》入选理由：我曾经有过几乎一模一样的经历，只不过桑格格是在等红灯，我是在等网约车开来，等待时，眼神正好碰到旁边卖花人，他喊我看看他的花，看了，也就买了，我买的是一盆蝴蝶兰。但我没有意识到这个过程是一首诗，没有意识到其中的偶然与美好足以令敏感的心为之跳动。有什么样的内心，就能写什么样的诗，所以桑格格把这样的日常场景写得如此优美动人。（磨铁读诗会/沈浩波）

磨铁诗歌奖·2023年度最佳诗歌100首|桑格格《这是什么声音》入选理由：这是一首在诗歌意识上很新的诗。前四行写活了一种声音的同时，又写实了一种痛感。但这首诗的重点既不在声音上，也不在痛感上。最后两行，诗人把落点放在“一个出风口/系着一段红绳”，太意外了，又那么妙！桑格格发现诗歌的能力令人羡慕，她眼光敏锐，诗心聪慧，总能在最轻微之处，察觉到一种看似散漫实则凝固着的诗性。（磨铁读诗会/里所）

磨铁诗歌奖·2023年度最佳诗歌100首|阮文略《夜》入选理由：这是一首大作，但携带着诗人最个体最细腻的感情；这是一首长诗，但每一节都言之凿凿，一层层铺开，演化出诗人内心复杂的图景；这首诗语言舒缓真挚，但不无铿锵、顿挫之感，每一个字都暗合诗人的心跳。在2023年度最佳诗歌100首（实为122首）里，这是唯一一首令我在阅读过程中哽咽流泪的诗，也是一首让整个编辑部印象至深的诗，因其承载和记录着一种弥漫在每个人周围的时代痛感。香港诗人阮文略身上有一种可贵的知识分子诗人的传统，他是那种“守夜人”式的诗人，必须以诗为人类的处境作一份见证，并且对他来说，这不是立场的问题，不是选A或者选B的问题。他胸中的沉郁之气浓得化不开，因此只能写这样的诗，直指现实残酷幽暗处。（磨铁读诗会/里所）

Xiron Poetry Club

标签：age, blossoms, Boston, color, 磨铁读诗会, danger, endangered, 阮文略, flower, flowers, history, Hong Kong, knives, language, languages, memory, nation, nationality, night, Paris, people, poetry, pot, red, Sang Gege, selling, Shang Zhongmin, situation, society, teaching, threat, travel, world, Xinjiang, 尚仲敏, 桑格格
发表在 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, 2020s, 2023, 2024, 20th century, 21st century, December 2024, Middle Ages, November 2024, poetry, Translations, 沈浩波 | Leave a Comment »

DIEB – 莫沫 Momo

5月 7, 2022

Momo
DIEB

In Paris im 10. Bezirk
verlässt ein junger Mann
mit einem Buch von Patti Smith
eine Buchhandlung.
Ein Wächter schreit:
“Halt! Sie haben nicht bezahlt!”
Er packt
den jungen Mann am Arm,
und starrt ihn an.
Draußen
strömen die Leute
mit Weihnachtseinkäufen,
ein friedliches Treiben.
“Ich gebs zurück wenn ich fertig bin”,
sagt der junge Mann.
Der Wachmann nimmt ihm das Buch aus der Hand
und schiebt ihn aus der Tür:
“Du Dieb!”
Der junge Mann
geht auf der Strasse,
verschwindet langsam
zwischen den Menschen.

Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2022

伊沙推荐语：本诗让我想起鲁迅小说《孔乙己》中的话：窃书不算偷。而这是一个巴黎的孔乙己。而这是一首秘鲁人在法国用中文原创的诗。不论今后的地球如何撕裂，《新诗典》都是多边多极主义文化的信奉者和推动者。

况禹点评《新诗典》莫沫《扒手》:21世纪以来，中文诗坛涌入几位外籍选手，莫沫是其中之一。有时候很羡慕莫沫这样的双语诗人，一边连着乌纳穆诺、洛尔迦，一边连着李白、李清照。通常来说，异质语言可以给一位诗人带来深入认识母语特色的机会，有时还可以讲外语的某种倾向，当成自己双语写作中的疫苗。中文中可做诗歌疫苗的不是古典式，也不是韵律，恰恰是五四松绑后的新诗。口水四溢，罗里吧嗦。它和中国式的热情交际，把不少外籍汉语诗人和研究者都带进了沟里。本诗好在没有这些痕迹。初读给我感觉便像在看某部法国新浪潮电影或是意大利托纳多雷电影的片段，活体生活的韵味十足。诗中的外语人名，中译是帕(芭）蒂·史密斯，是现代摇滚音乐中被誉为第一朋克女歌手的艺术家(同时也是一位作家），音乐迷们应该不陌生。回到文本，诗中的偷书小伙儿显然是兜里没什么钱的，不止蹭读，还“顺”书。这一点非常带感，符合全世界文艺青年的处境。在诗里读到，很亲切。

【亚坤评诗】
扒手
作者｜莫沫
(内容详见新诗典今日推送)

一首对话之诗。一首叙事之诗。一首人性之时。一首文明之诗。

全诗情绪非常平静。作者站在第三人的视角，给我们播放了一系列非常精彩的“连动镜头”。我读完，仍能深刻感受到作者隐藏在镜头后面的那双“深邃之眼”。

整首诗基本都是对话，中间和结尾有几句情境化的描写和铺陈。诗歌气质非常“宁静”。这种“内收型”的情绪控制，让这首口语诗爆发出了很强大的“诗歌能量”。仔细读后，真是“五味杂陈”。

这首诗的“画面感”非常出彩。诗中的三次对话，很精准，生动刻画了门卫和年轻男子的“心理细节变化”。

通读本诗，我更看重的是诗中隐忍的情绪和一种隐含的“诗歌文明”。
作者在本诗中并没有展现自己的“价值判断”。她控住的非常好。
结尾处有一种淡淡的“哀愁感”和“心灵波澜”。我甚至都能感受到作者内心的“颤动”！

我在想：如果我面对一个偷书去看的年轻人，我该怎么去处理？

(马亚坤.2022.05.05.上海)

马金山｜读莫沫的诗《扒手》的十一条：
1、诗事，即史诗；
2、精彩的对话，不仅是小说的灵魂，也是现代诗的精神面貌；
3、莫沫，作家、诗人、纪录片导演。秘鲁人，母语为西班牙语，精通汉语、英语、法语。曾在美国、法国、古巴、西班牙读书和工作。中文创作作品散见于《单读》《诗歌月刊》等；
4、在我的印象中，莫沫的诗，是极其接近中国汉语写作的女诗人，因为其汉语诗歌中没有什么弯弯绕，也没有什么措辞上的问题，且用词极为准确，这些甚至连很多生来就用汉语写作的人都要精彩；
5、莫沫的诗，在自然的地域文化之中，仍然能够看到并感受到异国风情，而这种独有的味道，恰好构成了极富感染力的作品，在平实的语言里，在自然的生活中；
6、本诗以口语化的形式，描述出真实存在的情景，在极富弹性的对话过程中，将人物的性格特点表现得淋漓尽致，既是时代背景，也是特殊人群的精神风貌；
7、诗一开头，以一个熟悉的场景，把书店所发生的一幕，进行了细致入微的观察和记录，日常而细腻，有效地还原了现场；
8、诗中所呈现出来的东西，带有明显的西方色彩，以及早期中国化的故事情节，是一部精彩的微电影，也是现实世界的真实写照；
9、现代版的经典故事，在幽默而诙谐的语言之中，结合进了生活的具体内容，成为了凸显故事结构的诗篇；
10、本诗给予诗人的启示：“细节在写作中，充满了力量”；
11、荒诞之诗、画面之诗、故事之诗。

标签：books, 莫沫, Momo, NPC, Paris, people, shop, thief, 新世纪詩典
发表在 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s, 2020s, 2022, 20th century, 21st century, May 2022, Middle Ages, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »

DE PARIS A VIENNE – VON PARIS NACH WIEN

8月 17, 2017

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DE PARIS A VIENNE – VON PARIS NACH WIEN

donnerstag in der früh.
mistkübler unten vorm haus.
hier on a eu à paris.
bienen im dachgarten, und kleine erdbeeren.
hier on a eu à paris.
la villette, rue de flandre.
ou rue des flandres, avec un s?
je suis pas sure.
beaucoup de chinois dans le quartier, beaucoup d’africains.
il est pas mal au bord du canal.
c’était très bon de se promener.
es wird ein heißer tag.
wien ist sehr still im vergleich.
viel zu klein, immer noch. österreich.
obwohl. wald und wein.
bordeaux. la gironde. les petits villages.
très, très bon.
beaucoup de gens dorment dans la rue à paris.
l’autriche est très petite.
dans les têtes des gens.
mais il y a beaucoup d’autrichiens sans chiens
ou avec chiens qui ne sont pas des chiens.
les autrichiens.
welcome home, je me dis.

MW August 2017

标签：animals, austria, Europe, France, Gironde, heads, history, language, memory, Paris, people, poetry, politics, quarter, small, speech, streets, Vienna, wine
发表在 2017, 20th century, 21st century, AUGUST 2017, poetry, prose, Uncategorized, Welcome! | Leave a Comment »

EIFFEL TOWER

8月 15, 2017

EIFFEL TOWER

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

标签：art, capitalism, Eiffel tower, emergency, Europe, exercise, food, France, gender, gods, history, industry, life, memory, olympic games, paper, Paris, planes, poetry, politics, propaganda, religion, sex, sketching, state, subway, Syria, terror, time, tourism, tower, travel, war
发表在 19th century, 2017, 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, AUGUST 2017, Old Egypt, poetry, PR, Roman times, Uncategorized, Welcome! | Leave a Comment »

MONA LISA

8月 15, 2017

MONA LISA

the smiling one
is well protected
she hangs forever
in a brand-new prison
supported by Nippon Television
visited daily
by millions of people
all of them mortal
no-one cares if they smile
except some of them
for a very short while

MW August 2017

标签：art, death, famous, France, history, La Joconde, life, Louvre, media, memory, painting, Paris, people, poetry, prison, protection, smile, society, time, TV
发表在 16th century, 17th century, 18th century, 19th century, 2015, 2016, 2017, 20th century, 21st century, Antique times, AUGUST 2017, Old Egypt, poetry, Roman times, Uncategorized, Welcome! | Leave a Comment »

Yi Sha: TRÄUME VOM FEBRUAR 伊沙二月《梦》

3月 4, 2016

Yi Sha 《梦（630）》
TRAUM 630

unsere dichtertour
kommt nach amerika
kommt bis nach tucson in arizona
dort wohnt meine schwester
die leute machen sightseeing
nur jiang tao und ich
wir sind bei meiner schwester daheim
kochen mit ihr zusammen
jeder zeigt was er kann
zwei, drei gerichte
draußen sonnenuntergang
goldene strahlen auf den kakteen