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CEMETERY – 万靈節在維也納

十一月 2, 2016

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The cemetery is up on the hill
not far from the madhouse and worse
in the war but a beautiful park.
The cemetery has a beautiful view
on western Vienna, where I grew up
and half of the city.
Cemeteries are beautiful places
cultures of memory. Beautiful stones;
what happens if no-one pays?
Who has a flag, who has an eagle;
which fatherland did he fly and die for
in 1938?
We have two graves, with my mother or father
we visit three. Two years ago my grandmother died,
we were very close.
Who is and who isn’t down in our grave?
The one with our name,
every family has several names;
places and sites, countries and questions.
Up on the hill close to the entrance,
down and secluded not very far.
Vienna has many beautiful hills
and a beautiful river
and many waters and many souls.
Rest in peace. Thank you.

MW November 2016


五月 17, 2016



ein mann geht mit seinem hund
in den horizont
sieht aus wie ein schrebergarten
die größte im schrebergarten
die größte überhaupt in der arche
ein mann fährt auf seinem rad
in den horizont
sie wählen einen vorsitzenden
ich sitz in der scheune
sie spielen heute jazz in der scheune
der schrebergarten
ist voller einfacher leute
sagen die leserbriefe
für einfache leute in der gartenzeitung
welche einfachen leute sind in der siedlung?
lauter einfache leute
er war ein einfacher mann
der schrebergarten gehörte schon immer
zu unterradlberg
sagten die einfachen männer
am unterradlberger dösen
soll die arche generösen
das klingt aber gar nicht so einfach
meine tochter hat schlecht geträumt
schwarzweiße clowns
wollten alle töten
wir vier und yuhuan und zhuang zhuang
ich hoffe jetzt kommt etwas schönes
meine tochter mag den gesang nicht
den skatgesang
in der scheune im schrebergarten
es war saukalt
sagt meine kusine
eine stunde vor dem konzert
vor dem frühschoppen sagt man
die schwarzweißen clowns
eine schwarze hupe auf jeder nase
jeder hat eine haube mit zipfeln und glocken
es sind schwarze glocken
auch an den schuhen
es schaut eigentlich gut aus
sie haben von flugzeugen bomben geworfen
schwarzweiße flugzeuge schwarzweiße bomben
rundherum um die gegend
sie haben die leute zusammengetrieben
jetzt essen wir würstel und apfelstrudel
dann kommt wieder jazz aber ohne gesang
meine tochter hat sich erinnert
aus früheren träumen
da war ein haus im untergrund
dahin sind wir geflüchtet
wir vier und yuhuan und zhuang zhuang
früher war dort alles leer
in früheren träumen

jetzt war es ein wirtshaus
es war wie im haus von nainai und yeye
unten im haus wo sie alles gekannt hat
es war ein vegetarisches gasthaus
wir haben dem wirt alles gegeben
alles was wir noch hatten
damit er uns versteckt
wir haben geglaubt
hier sind wir sicher
zhuangzhuang ist nachschauen gegangen
hinauf aus der tür
sie haben ihn erwischt
die schwarzweißen clowns
die schwarzweiße zeitung
so heißt sie doch nicht
in meinem traum war keine zeitung
sagt meine tochter
die schrebergartenzeitung
der einfachen leute
nicht für prominente
es gibt nur prominente
in der gartenzeitung
er war ein einfacher mann
der wirt war ein vegetarier
haben wir geglaubt sagt meine tochter
zwei menschen gehen mit ihren skistecken
unbestimmten alters
es ist saukalt für mai
es hat gründlich geregnet
alexander’s ragtime band
von irving berlin
wir haben geglaubt sie sind vegetarier
dann sind wir in die küche gegangen
und haben die speisekarte gesehen
karotten kartoffeln
alles unter der erde
nur mit kerzenbeleuchtung
wir empfehlen
stand auf der karte
papa da war eine höhle
wir haben grundwasser getrunken
wie heißt das
die betten waren aus stroh
es gab nur grundwasser
kein wasser zum waschen
round midnight
bugaloo unisono-solo
in der scheune im schrebergarten
in der scheune im garten
sagt meine mutter
in der scheune waren sie versteckt
die freunde von meinem opa
ich hab ihn nie kennengelernt
er ist früh gestorben
sein freund war sozialdemokrat
den hat er versteckt
und wer war noch dabei
vielleicht die familie
es war ein recht entlegener ort
ein ort an der bahn
also sicher auch wichtig
sie wählen einen vorsitzenden
alle einfachen leute
er muss den schrebergarten vertreten
in oberradlberg
und unterradlberg
in der radlberger sportunion
er redigiert nicht den schrebergarten
den schrebergarten redigiert die radierung
die redigierung wird anders gewählt
es heißt die radierung
das wissen alle einfachen leute
wir empfehlen
stand auf der karte
gemüsesuppe mit fleisch
jetzt ist wieder sonne
sobald die sonne durchschaut ists gut
here comes julian
die letzte nummer
gemüsesuppe mit fleisch
es gab keine tiere im untergrund
die köche sind auf uns zugekommen
wir sind gerannt
wir habens bis zum ausgang geschafft
aber die clowns haben uns erwischt
am ausgang waren natürlich die clowns
sie haben uns mitgenommen
sie haben uns gequält
dann bin ich aufgewacht
es ist kein schrebergarten
es ist der park
es gibt sehr schöne kastanienbäume

MW Mai 2016


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

四月 15, 2016



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.
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.




八月 3, 2015

Swinoujscie ferrySWINOUJSCIE

they have a free ferry in świnoujście
one of the best things in this town
don’t know how much you have to pay
if you bring your car
guess there are monthly passes
or some permanent card
everyone needs to cross
at the mouth of the river świna
there is no bridge
the seaside is a little like latvia
except for the trees
we didn’t see any blueberries either
but the baltic sea and the sand
and the sun in summer are much the same
and also the rain
the wind is strong
the park is beautiful
they destroyed more than half of this town
in world war two
there is a church tower
without a church
a café in the tower
there is one central square
with some old houses
a fountain for kids
streets are named after national heroes
from solidarity and from before
train station is on the other side
the ferry is one of the best things in town

MW July 2015

Swinoujscie beach

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