Posts Tagged ‘people’
9月 29, 2015
Yan Xiaolu
A & B
A walks on the street
all alone
B walks all alone
on the street
A wears a mask
with twelve layers
B wears twelve layers
in his breath mask
Hurriedly,
A walks forward
B walks forward
in a hurry
Actually A and B
are the same person
but in this way
they keep each other company.
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015
Yan Xiaolu
A & B
A geht auf der straße
allein auf der welt
B geht ganz allein
auf der straße
A trägt mundschutz
mit zwölf schichten
B trägt zwölf schichten
mundschutz
A hat es eilig
und stürmt vorwärts
B stürmt vorwärts
hat es eilig
A und B sind eigentlich
ein mensch allein
auf die art erzählt
klingts wie mehr leut
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015
标签：air, alone, breath, breathing, company, 颜小鲁, fast, forward, layers, mask, people, person, poetry, street, writing, Yan Xiaolu, 新世纪诗典
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9月 19, 2015
GOOD
look at the people riding the subway.
are they good people?
are they good in bed?
maybe tie them up?
it would be all too complicated.
MW Sept. 2015
GUT
schau dir die menschen an in der u-bahn.
sind es gute menschen?
sind sie gut im bett?
man müsste sie fesseln.
es wäre alles zu kompliziert.
MW September 2015
好
我们看看地铁乘客
他们是好人吗？
跟他们做爱好不好？
也许把他们绑起来？
其实太复杂。
2015/9
标签：bed, complicated, good, people, poetry, subway
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8月 28, 2015
Nie Quan
HAIRDRESSER
hairdresser
I don’t know what became of him.
a hairdresser when I was young.
there was a stove with open fire.
red, very red.
sleepy lamplight.
suddenly, two policemen come in
like from a winter night.
“got to let him finish the job”
two policemen
take out one pair of handcuffs,
hairdresser doesn’t say anything.
he knows why they’ve come, he was waiting for them.
he just did my hair
silently, thoroughly.
sometimes his fingers trembled a little.
like on the rafters, all the cold straw
up where the light came in.
Tr. MW, August 2015
标签：cold, 聂权, hair, hairdresser, handcuffs, history, light, memory, Nie Quan, people, police, speech, straw, 新世纪诗典
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8月 27, 2015
Photo by Anat Zecharia
QINGHAI LAKE SAND DUNES
become quiet
they become quiet
sand dunes become quiet
each day after sunset
tourists are welcome
get to play in the sun
sand dunes are waiting
till people are done
MW August 2015
《青海湖沙丘》
安静下来
可以安静下来
沙丘它每天
都安静下来
游客们来了
游客能玩
沙丘它可以
安静下来
2015.8.8
Photo by Anat Zecharia
标签：Anat Zecharia, hills, people, poetry, quiet, sand, sun, waiting, walking, wind
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7月 4, 2015
Yi Sha
SPIRIT ROAD
at the Eastern Tombs
they have a Spirit Road
when our lady guide
told us this path
was for calling the spirits
all of us poets
everyone diverted their feet
no matter which camp
intellectual or earthy
of the Third Generation
or the ones In Between
those with something to say
and those without
anyone who touched on the road by mistake
thought he stepped on a mine
and jumped back to the side
the road of the spirits
no trace of the living
no footprints at all
2005
Tr. MW, 2015
《东陵有条灵魂之路》
在东陵
有一条灵魂之路
当导游小姐
告诉我们
它作招魂之用时
所有诗人的脚
都小心翼翼地
回避开它
不论民间的
还是知识分子的
不论第三代的
还是中间代的
不论有话要说的
还是无话可说的
偶有不慎踩踏者
也都触雷一般
缩回脚来
灵魂之路
没有足印
没有人迹
2005
标签：camps, footprint, ghosts, path, people, poetry, poets, road, souls, spirits, tomb, trace, yi sha, 君儿, 伊沙
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6月 24, 2015
Tu Ao
EARTHWORM DANCE
birds dancing
parting the fog
fish dancing
parting water
people dancing
parting people
earthworms, no-one has it
harder than them
earthworms dancing
parting the soil, parting the earth
earthworms dancing
parting hell, and the souls
for this gentle dance undermining heaven and earth
earthworms have parted with all their bones
June 2015
Tr. MW, June 2015
Tu Ao
REGENWURMTANZ
vogeltanz
teilt den nebel
fischetanz
teilt das wasser
menschentanz
teilt die menschen
niemand hats schwerer
als regenwürmer
regenwurmtanz
teilt den boden, die erde
regenwurmtanz
teilt die hölle, die seelen
für diesen tanz der himmel und erde sanft untergräbt
teilen die regenwürmer auch ihre knochen auf
Juni 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2015
标签：birds, bones, dance, earth, earthworms, fish, ghosts, ground, hell, people, poetry, souls, Tu Ao, 凸凹, 新世纪诗典
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6月 10, 2015
Qin Bazi 《全民书法》
DAS GANZE VOLK SCHREIBT KALLIGRAPHIE
mit dem pinsel auf reispapier
schreib ich mein neues gedicht ab
von links nach rechts, waagrechte zeilen
ein vers eine zeile
moderne gedichte müssen modern sein
moderne formen
ja nicht die alten nachahmen
ja nicht in dieselben geleise
ein großes rufzeichen
ein großes fragezeichen
ich schreibe und schreibe
verfalle in trance
auf einmal bin ich
in der kulturrevolution
und schreib große poster
Mai 2015
Übers. v. MW, Juni 2015
《全民书法》
我用毛笔在宣纸上
抄写自己的新作
从左到右，横写
一句一行
现代诗要用新格式
书法当然也要大不同
决不重复古人
决不重蹈覆辙
叹号与问号
尤其写得夸张
抄着抄着
渐入佳境
恍惚之中
仿佛回到了文革
写大字报的现场
2015/5
标签：ancient, big-character posters, calligraphy, characters, Cultural Revolution, 秦巴子, mob, mobilization, modern, old, people, poster, Qin Bazi, The People, tracks, wandzeitungen, writing
发表在 June 2015, MAY 2015, poetry, Translations, Uncategorized, Welcome!, 新世纪诗典 | Leave a Comment »
6月 1, 2015
Xidu Heshang
THE GUY WHO SELLS SWEET POTATOES IS GONE
only the sweet potato oven is there
on the side of the road
baking by itself
next to the oven
a long line of people
but
the guy who sells sweet potatoes is gone
there is a girl with paper boxes
there is a boy who squats by the road
with a stand selling tangerines
and the cart shouting out stinky tofu
dusk and the scenes of departure
pressed into juice
by the crowd of the evening
parking lot auntie putting her life on the line
chasing a fee-dodging audi
at the bus stop
people coming to blows
only the line at the sweet potato oven
stays in perfect order
but the guy who sells sweet potatoes is gone
2014-12-17
Tr. MW, May 2015
Xidu Heshang
DER SÜSZKARTOFFELVERKÄUFER IST WEG
nur der süßkartoffelofen
steht noch an der straße
bäckt alleine weiter
vor dem ofen
eine lange schlange
aber
der süßkartoffelverkäufer ist weg
da ist ein mädchen mit papierschachteln
da hockt ein mann auf der straße
und verkauft mandarinen
und der stinktofu-karren preist laut seine ware
und die menge am abend
presst ihren saft
aus dämmerung und szenen des fahrens
die tante vom parkplatz
riskiert ihr leben,
verfolgt einen audi, der nicht bezahlt hat
an der bushaltestelle
ist eine schlägerei
nur vor dem süßkartoffelofen
steht eine stille geordnete schlange
aber der süßkartoffelverkäufer ist weg
17. Dezember 2014
Übersetzt von MW, 2015
标签：audi, auntie, bus stop, cars, china, crowd, disappeared, dodging, 西毒何殇, fee, fight, food, gone, NPC, oven, parting, people, poetry, potatoes, red, street, sweet potatoes, vanished, vendors, Xidu Heshang, 新世纪诗典
发表在 December 2014, June 2015, MAY 2015, NPC, poetry, Translations, 新世纪诗典 | 1 Comment »
5月 3, 2015
Qin Bazi
NACHMITTAGSMÜDIGKEIT
auf den zweigen rasten zwei vögel
unter den zweigen sitzen zwei menschen
zwei zwitschernde vögel
zwei plaudernde frauen
von meinem fenster seh ich
nur dichte kronen und einzelne äste
in meiner hand ein geschichtsbuch
ohne einzelne vögel und frauen
im großen kühlen schatten
blitzen winzige sonnenfackeln
April 2015
Übers. v. MW, 3. Mai 2015
秦巴子
《午后的倦怠》
树上停着两只鸟
树下坐着两个人
两只鸣叫的鸟儿
两个聊天的女人
从我的窗口望出去
是浓密的树冠和稀疏的树干
像我手里的史书一样
看不见鸟儿和妇女
大片的荫凉里
晃着几小块耀眼的光斑
2015/4
标签：birds, books, branches, crown, faculae, history, memory, people, poetry, records, shade, sight, song, sound, sun, tired, trees, twigs, window, women
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4月 15, 2015
Yi Sha
VERTEIDIGT SARAJEWO
die erde bebt
als ob der himmel brennt
walter
du stehst am brückenkopf
hörst die kirchenglocken
ein schlag nach dem andern
unter den parteistandarten
die altstadt ein haufen ruinen
walter
du weißt was du gebrauchst
ist nicht mehr ein kennwort
was verteidigt werden muss
ist auch nicht nur
der boden
es ist der wind
ob er durchwehen kann
die gassen in feindeshand
zwischen verlassenen
häusern hindurch
auch wenn nur eine
eidechse überbleibt
spricht sie serbokroatisch
vielleicht bleiben nach einer explosion
nur noch kreisende mücken
aber du musst dich dennoch anzünden
walter walter
die erde bebt
als ob der himmel brennt
1989
Übers. v. MW, 2015
《保卫萨拉热窝》
大地在颤抖
仿佛天空在燃烧
瓦尔特
当你伫立桥头
听教堂钟声
一记记锻打着
残垣断壁
在党卫军旗帜的抚摸下
故城已变成一片废墟
瓦尔特
你就知道你所使用的
不再是一句暗语
需要保卫的
也不仅仅是
沦陷的土地
而是风
能否自由通行
在失陷的街巷之间
在空掉的
房间与房间之间
哪怕只剩下
最后一支壁虎
也说着塞尔维亚语言
也许在一场爆炸之后
只留下飞翔的蚊子
但还是要将自己点燃
瓦尔特 瓦尔特
大地在颤抖
仿佛天空在燃烧
1989
标签：1989, bells, bridge, catastrophies, church, defense, film, history, memory, people, poetry, resistance, Sarajewo, Walter, war, wind, yugoslavia
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1月 28, 2015
Lu Youning 路攸宁
LUCKY WORDS
nine thirty at night walking on dongguan road
third-floor balcony on an old building
middle-aged woman coming up half of her
then
a dozen empty boxes falling, thundering
“hey sir, good fortune”,
she says to the person picking up trash
2015-01-06
Tr. MW, Jan. 2015
标签：balcony, 路攸宁, housing, Lu Youning, people, poetry, trash, yi sha, 新世纪诗典
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1月 22, 2015
Zhao Lihong
ZHAO LIHONG
Went to a search engine,
searched for my name.
Found out on renren.com,
there are 53 people
called Zhao Lihong.
16.67% of them are from the north.
22.22% are born in the nineties,
62.22% are male.
I want all these people,
these Zhao Lihongs
to come together,
to hear us shout it together,
our own name,
Zhao Lihong,
Zhao Lihong.
To hear us calling each other,
each calling the name
Zhao Lihong;
to hear one Zhao Lihong
call another Zhao Lihong;
to hear an old Zhao Lihong
call for a young Zhao Lihong.
Hear a boy Zhao Lihong
call a girl Zhao Lihong,
hear a north Zhao Lihong
call for a south
Zhao Lihong.
To hear a
public security guy Zhao Lihong
call a teacher
Zhao Lihong.
2015-01-08
Tr. MW, Jan. 2015
标签：age, china, directions, gender, name, people, poetry, public security, search, search engine, statistics, teacher, websites, yi sha, Zhao Lihong, 新世纪诗典
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11月 17, 2014
Zhuang Sheng
AT THE SUPERMARKET
at the supermarket
I see an old lady
she goes to buy peanuts
she goes to chew peanuts
she goes to buy grapes
she stuffs her mouth
doesn’t wait if they’re sweet
she buys persimmons
she squishes
a good one
she buys salted fish
holds a fish under her nose
takes a good whiff
finally
at the check-out
with the clothes-stand
she doesn’t forget
to wipe her hands
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
Zhuang Sheng
IM SUPERMARKT
im supermarkt
seh ich eine alte dame
vielleicht kauft sie erdnüsse?
sie stopft sich erdnüsse in den mund
vielleicht kauft sie weintrauben?
sie kaut die trauben
egal ob sie sauer sind
vielleicht kauft sie kakis?
sie zerquetscht eine
gute
vielleicht kauft sie eingelegte fische?
sie hält sich einen unter die nase
schnuppert gründlich
am ende
bei der kassa
vergisst sie nicht
sich am wühltisch mit den kleidern
die hände abzuwischen
Übersetzt von MW im November 2014
标签：age, cleanliness, clothes, food, grapes, peanuts, people, persimmons, poetry, supermarket, taste, Zhuang Sheng, 庄生
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11月 7, 2014
Su Bugui
ARRIVALS
people’s names on the boards at arrivals
written in english
or in chinese
written in arabic script
at international arrivals, leaning against the railing
in the corridor along the exit
people are swarming
some of the names carried off by a smile or a hug
some of the names haven’t arrived at being carried off
they are waiting together
becoming familiar
some even looking in one direction
standing next to each other
beginning to talk
2014-09-29
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014
标签：airplanes, arabic, arrival, behaviour, Chinese, communication, contact, directions, emotion, English, international contact, language, names, opportunity, people, picking up, plane, script, speech, talk, travel, waiting, writing
发表在 November 2014, poetry, September 2014, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
10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 »
10月 16, 2014
FLOWERS
the flowers on my desk are for you
the flowers on my desk are for you
they are for my granny
for my wife
for my mother
any woman who likes them
the leaves are rocking up in the trees
they get red one more time
they float down the river
the leaves are coming
the pigeons are on top of the roof
in the morning
caramel rocks wet on the beach
the water is clear
yesterday I went in again
herons, kingfishers, ducks, other birds
wild geese migrate
high up in formation
why are they going west
not straight south?
in the woods there is a waterfall
up the brook there’s another
where we stay there’s a school
elementary, high school, state college
from the college up on the hill
you see the whole valley
in a store after the gas station
you can get breakfast, fried stuff and such
at the counter they have a clock
clock goes the left way
numbers all backwards
people there say they don’t know where it came
the flowers on my desk are for you
MW October 2014
标签：autumn, beach, birds, breakfast, caramel, clock, college, direction, ducks, fall, family, fish, flowers, geese, heron, kingfisher, leaves, left, love, memory, numbers, people, pigeons, poetry, river, rocks, school, south, time, water, west, women
发表在 October 2014, poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
10月 15, 2014
Yi Sha
IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN
at vermont studio center
in front of maverick writing studio
a squirrel
shoots up a big maple tree
I think of you
I want to prove
to the world
in our time
there is still one person
who was unhappy
‘cause he did not become a poet
he could not find peace
that person was you
how does that sound
like a winter’s tale
but here in our world
there are no fairy tales
in fact you told me
25 years ago
“I am a hedonist
and would not be content
to become a poor poet …”
so I have to say
you did what you wanted
you followed the masses
went like all the people
so I relax
and the squirrel
jumps from the tall maple tree
to look at me
in his little eyes
I see only joy
no fear at all
it must be you
your soul is in heaven
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014
标签：animal, aspiration, eyes, hedonism, hope, maple tree, masses, people, poet, religion, soul, squirrel, tree, Vermont Studio Center, yi sha, 伊沙
发表在 October 2014, poetry, Translations | 1 Comment »
9月 26, 2014
OUR PEOPLE
– for Ilham Tohti
he cannot speak for his people
nobody can speak for our people
anyone who is not for our people
is against our people
he’s no mandela
how could mandela
speak for our people?
only our people
speak for our people
MW Sept. 2014
标签：conscience, court, Ilham Tohti, jail, justice, law, life, Mandela, oppression, people, poetry, police, political prisoners, prisoners of conscience, repression, trial, Xinjiang
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7月 15, 2014
Yi Sha
THE PEOPLE
taking a walk in the afternoon
I come out of the east gate of fengqing park
and I see
a young woman leaning on a bicycle
talking on her cellphone:
“hello, director chen
just let my kid into your school
on top of the 50,000 sponsoring money
I will add 10,000 for you,
ok? ….”
behind her
on the back seat of the bicycle
sits a little boy
three or four years old
I walk down the street
but after a while
under the afternoon
hot summer sun
I want to cry
not because I am moved
I’m not moved at all
it was no surprise
it was perfectly normal
but I want to salute
the downtrodden masses accepting their fate
myself among them
the great chinese people
Tr. MW, July 2014
标签：bicycle, bribes, children, corruption, kindergarten, money, nation, patriotism, people, poetry, school, summer, The People, walking, yi sha
发表在 July 2014, June 2014, Translations, Uncategorized | 2 Comments »
7月 14, 2014
Zheng Xiaoqiong
KNEELING, DEMANDING THEIR WAGES
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 entering the factory
their tragedy leaving me sad or depressed
Tr. MW, July 2014
郑小琼
跪着的讨薪者
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 被弯曲的绿线 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
金灿灿的厂名招牌在阳光下散发着光亮
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”
她们四个毫无惧色地跪在工厂门口
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
她们面无表情地看着四个跪下的女工
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
她们深深的不幸让我悲伤或者沮丧
标签：factory, fingers, justice, machines, people, poetry, protest, wages, women, work, writing
发表在 July 2014, Translations, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
6月 3, 2014
Chun Sue
QUESTIONS BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP
do you think you are an intellectual?
du you think you are an existentialist?
do you think you like to eat zha jiang mian?
do you think you are collecting antiques?
do you think you are following fashion?
do you think you have improved since you started?
do you think you have fulfilled your ideals?
do you think you’re a patriot?
do you think you love the truth?
do you think you dare to say it?
do you think you don’t fear retribution?
do you think you’re a good writer?
do you think you’re a poet?
do you think you’re a good mother?
do you think you’re a good father?
do you think you have loved?
do you think you are moral?
do you think microblogging makes China improve?
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do you think they are prophets?
do you think you’re a groupie?
do you think there are things you don’t talk about?
do you think there are people you cannot offend?
do you think this novel is your autobiography?
do you think you have talent?
do you think your stuff is going to last?
do you think you have secrets?
do you think you have a big heart?
do you think you are fair to everyone?
do you think you’re responsible?
do you think you play by the rules?
do you think you have nothing to be ashamed of?
do you think you are self-important?
do you think you want revenge?
do you think you are scared of dying?
do you think you make people like you?
do you think you make people hate you?
do you think you have a future?
do you think you are falling behind?
do you think you are lonely?
do you think you are writing a poem?
this girl makes you crazy
let her go on babbling
asking herself
Tr. MW, June 2014
Chun Sue
DREAMING OF LIVING INSIDE A DREAM
Tr. MW, June 2014
Published in EPIPHANY magazine, fall 2014. Go on, look for this great Chinese Dream! I spent October 2014 at Vermont Studio Center with Yi Sha, editor of the daily New Century Poetry series 新世纪诗典. Chun Sue is one of the most well-known figures within this huge independent circle of poets.
Chun Sue
MORNING, AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE
Little Brother says: dad, Avenue of Eternal Peace
take a good look
This is the road you walked for over 20 years
I am sitting with Papa and Little Brother
I am almost crying
Finally I know
why I like the Avenue of Eternal Peace
Slowly the car passes the Military Museum
and the red walls of Zhongnanhai
and Xinhua Gate
Papa is small now he fits in an ash box
sitting between us
doesn’t take up much space
We pass the Gate of Heavenly Peace
and I see him
He stands on the square
watching us while we’re passing
Why was it so hard to write about you
You’re the son of a peasant
I was born in a village
I am also the child of a peasant
I put on army songs for you all night
Crying my heart out —
I like all that too.
2012-03-03
Tr. MW, May 2014
标签：antiques, army, ashes, avenue, avenue of eternal peace, beijing, believe, blogging, blood, china, Chun Sue, clothes, conscience, crying, death, dream, driving, family, fans, fashion, feelings, food, founders, funeral, future, gate, gender, grief, intellect, internet, killing, life, literature, love, memory, military, museum, past, pasta, patriotism, peasant, people, poetry, politics, presence, present, prophets, relationships, riding, rules, scene, sex, sleep, songs, square, thinking, Tian‘anmen, urn, village, wall, Weibo, writing, Xinhua, youth, Zhongnanhai, 新世纪诗典, 春树
发表在 June 2014, poetry, Translations | 1 Comment »
4月 26, 2014
Li Wei
IS ZHANG ZIYI BEAUTIFUL OR NOT?
Is Zhang Ziyi beautiful or not?
Some people say she’s beautiful,
some say she isn’t.
Liu Ping in our office
says she is not beautiful.
But Zhang Yimou says she is.
Ang Lee says she is.
Jackie Chan says she is.
Wong Kar-wai says she is.
Henry Fok’s son says she is beautiful.
Steven Spielberg says she is beautiful.
Now even Feng Xiaogang also says she is beautiful.
Then after all is Zhang Ziyi beautiful or not?
In my opinion
Zhang Ziyi is more beautiful than Zhang Yimou
and Ang Lee
and Jackie Chan
and Wong Kar-wai,
more beautiful than Henry Fok’s son,
more beautiful than Spielberg,
even more beautiful than Feng Xiaogang.
But she is not
as beautiful as Liu Ping in our office.
Tr. MW, April 2014
标签：acting, beauty, china, film, gossip, Hong Kong, life, movies, names, people, poetry, stars
发表在 April 2014, Translations, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
3月 24, 2014
Lakuz Lee
GOOD PEOPLE
all around us the world is full of good people.
all these good people at school want to lend you a pencil.
all these good people will rush to pull you up when you fall down.
all these good people won’t help you when you are bullied.
because to the bullies they are also good schoolmates.
all these good people at the army will polish your boots and stand guard for you.
all these good people will lend you money so you can get back to your hometown.
all these good people won’t help you if you are bullied.
because to the sergeant they are also good soldiers.
all these good people at work want to brew you a coffee.
all these good people will listen all night when you’re broken-hearted.
all these good people won’t help you if the boss shouts at you.
because to the boss they are also good workers.
all these good people on the street will pick up your things when you drop them.
all these good people want to give you directions when you are lost.
all these good people won’t help you when your house gets torn down.
because to the government they are also good citizens.
some of these good people will become good police.
some of these good police will protect you against violence.
all these good police won’t help you if there are bad policemen who beat you.
because to the bad policemen they are also good comrades.
all around us the world is full of good people.
all these good people are filled with good intentions.
our world depends on cooperation among these good people.
when it is time we need to stand up by ourselves and step past good people.
2014-03-24
Tr. MW, 2014-03-24
這個世界我們的身邊充斥著一群好人。
這些好人在學校會借你忘了帶的鉛筆。
這些好人在你跌倒時會適時扶你一把。
這些好人在你被惡人欺侮時不會幫你。
因為對惡人來說他們也是一個好同學。
這些好人在軍隊會幫你擦皮鞋站衛兵。
這些好人在你沒錢時會借你錢回故鄉。
這些好人在你被班長欺侮時不會幫你。
因為對班長來說他們也是一個好軍人。
這些好人在公司會幫你泡咖啡關心你。
這些好人在你失戀時會熬夜陪你談心。
這些好人在你被上司辱罵時不會幫你。
因為對上司來說他們也是一個好工人。
這些好人在街上會幫你撿起掉的東西。
這些好人在你找不到路時會主動指引。
這些好人在你房子被強拆時不會幫你。
因為對政府來說他們也是一個好公民。
這些好人後來有些變成了好警察杯杯。
這些好警察在你被暴力相對時保護你。
這些好警察在你被惡警偷打時不會阻止他們。
因為對其他惡警來說他也是一個好人。
這個世界我們的身邊充斥著一群好人。
這群好人是這個世界裡一股善的意念。
我們的世界需要這群好人互助且關心。
必要時我們必須自己站出來跨過好人。
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标签：army, coffee, demonstrations, friendship, intentions, money, people, police, school, solidarity, taiwan, work
发表在 March 2014, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
3月 22, 2014
Maia Winter
FRÜHLING
Der Vogel furzt, der Schneemann weint, die Sonne scheint. Die Mutter schreit: „Hurra! Der Frühling, der ist wieder da!” Die Kinder spielen im Garten. Der Vater schläft im harten Bett. Die Oma, die ist ziemlich fett. Der Opa kocht. Sein Herz pocht, er riecht den Frühling. Die Blumen blühen, die Farben glühen. Das Pferd sagt: „Wieher!” Es klingt wie: „Der Frühling, der ist hier!“ Anna sagt: „Das erste Schneeglöckchen, das gehört mir!“ Die Tulpe sagt zum Löwenzahn: „Hör auf, in mein Gesicht zu niesen, die Rose versucht uns aufzuspießen!“ Doch Adam pflückt die Rose ab und schenkt sie Eva. Das war knapp!
标签：animals, birds, blossoms, communication, flowers, people, poetry, spring, time, 桜
发表在 March 2014, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
10月 3, 2012
Marokkanergasse, Vienna
the sun is streaming
against the mosaic.
the fountain’s broken,
turned off.
the people are busy, most of them.
it’s 9 am.
shopping, smoking.
high heels. maybe productive.
in jackets and scarves.
it’s chilly compared with a few days ago.
for a moment, the sun.
the warm morning sun.
MW August 2012
From August 28. 周二，8月28日。 The sun was on the door at eight or nine. In the afternoon it’s around the corner. The door to the street is over 100 years old, like the house. Military officer’s quarters, originally. Our apartment is downstairs, ground floor. Still expensive, inner city. The picture is from May. The pictures below are from Beijing. Click on them and get to a song of healthy food.
标签：beijing, building, life, military, Morocco, people, police, Vienna, walls, water
发表在 April 2011, April 2012, August 2012, March 2011, March 2012, May 2012, September 2012, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »
9月 7, 2012
中國大陸漢英對照版《中国新詩300首》初選篇目
當代詩歌很難選，就是因為比較未經沉澱。即將出的漢英對照《中國新詩300首》選詩歌盡力剔除非詩因素。讀一首詩就知道是否感人、聽到節奏、結構、語言啟示。不用曉得誰寫的。不過為什麼讀、在哪裡、經過什麼條件的介紹等等都是非這首詩的因素，而不能避免。
如果把周作人在2000年出來的那本《中國新詩1916-2000》裡的兩首當例子，<小河>寫自然環保，<飲酒>寫肉體和心理、精神的欣賞和共鳴，很濃的一首，節奏很強。不過盡力剔除非詩因素還是會有些社會中、讀書人中都存在的前提。我自己覺得如果有人問我家鄉奧地利現在最好的作家，隻說女作家，包括兒童書，都已經夠了，比如說寫話劇、小說、散文的E.Jelinek（得了諾貝爾獎)，還有三位女詩人Elfriede Gerstl、Friederike Mayroecker、Rosa Pock。剛才說第一E. Gerstl已經逝世，她來自猶太家庭，二戰時被藏起來幸存。第二位F.Mayroecker已經80歲，第三位R.Pock不像前兩位著名，但也已經很久寫出風格很獨特的詩作。女詩人還可以加早一點已經去世的Hertha Kraeftner和Christine Lavant，不過加她們當然得加八十年代初去世的，曾經跟策蘭同居的Ingeborg Bachmann英格褒‧巴赫曼。還要加一兩位寫小說的，比如Marlen Haushofer。她寫的長篇《牆》Die Wand寫一位女性敘述者在山中一個人生活，突然碰到透明的牆。說了這幾位加三位寫兒童書的，年紀最老的Mira Lobe, 自己小時候最喜歡，現在還覺得她寫得最好聽、最感人，加上我當小孩就非常喜歡的畫圖。還有Christine Noestlinger，她寫了大人讀的詩，也寫了很多很多兒童文學。我最喜歡她的詩，還有兩本自傳式的，寫小女孩在二戰結束時的經驗，很寫實、很直接、不加修飾的感覺。她來自工人家庭，一輩子都寫工人和小資產階級等家庭的故事，從孩子的角度、從非權力的角度來講。昨天帶孩子到牙科醫生，盡力讓孩子合作不讓他痛苦。等候時看到了自己小時候聽父母念的一本<雨水筒快樂洒洒歌唱>(Lustig singt die Regentonne，作家Vera Ferra-Mikura), 都是兒童詩歌，畫圖也非常好。兒童書還可以增加很好的女作家，先暫時不說。
介紹這些女作家就很自然地介紹了當代奧地利社會。她們的作品毫無遜色男作家。但如果開頭隻說當代文學，我會先想到別人，很多都是男的，而不會像隻說女作家那麼直接可以包括時間和社會很廣的一面。剛才隻注意女作家，也應該看看非德語寫作的奧地利文學，結果從社會和文學方面都會比較全面，先注意女作家和少數民族比先注意一般先想到的奧地利德語男作家結果還是會更廣泛。
所以我讀目前寫作的中文詩人除了已經得到共識的西川等等盡量找女詩人，找非漢族詩人。你們有周雲蓬、沈浩波已經超過一般的詩壇。我建議加上馬蘭、顏峻都是因為自己翻譯了他們，所以知道一些力作。我也翻譯了車前子的作品，但是太少，不能點出他最厲害的詩作。說到翻譯，從中文譯成外語一般應該找外文為母語的譯者。比如我在上面英語裡提到的綠原，他在1990年左右作出選當代中國詩歌中德雙語本，介紹了於堅等等那時候在西方世界還比較不那麼著名的詩人，所以我覺得那本很寶貴。但是譯者都是中國德語系學者，內容可以翻譯出來，但節奏就漏了。英語不同，有很多雙語。還是覺得找一些已經得共識的西方譯者也許最佳。不過翻譯跟原作同樣總會存一些非詩意的因素。
标签：austria, china, Chinese poetry, ingeborg bachmann, language, life, literature, people, poetry, translation
发表在 September 2012 | 1 Comment »
10月 31, 2011
PRAGUE：JEWISH QUARTER ON A SUNDAY
the organ and the choir begin
the people on the house are dead
the people at the bank are dead
the people at the post are dead
the houses in the town are old
the alleys and the streets are old
the organ and the choir begin
the children from the town are dead
the old ones from the town are dead
the women from the town are dead
the menfolk from the town are dead
the organ and the choir begin
the angels in the church are dead
the figures in the light are dead
the figures in the dark are dead
the alleys and the streets are old
the houses in the town are old
the organ and the choir begin
MW Oct. 2011
JÜDISCHES VIERTEL AM SONNTAG
die leute auf dem haus sind tot
die leute auf der bank sind tot
die leute auf der post sind tot
die häuser in der stadt sind alt
die strassen in der stadt sind alt
gesang und orgel heben an
die kinder aus der stadt sind tot
die alten aus der stadt sind tot
die frauen aus der stadt sind tot
die männer aus der stadt sind tot
die strassen in der stadt sind alt
die häuser in der stadt sind alt
gesang und orgel heben an
die engel am altar sind tot
gesichter sind im licht und tot
gesichter nicht im licht und tot
die häuser in der stadt sind alt
die strassen in der stadt sind alt
gesang und orgel heben an
MW Oktober 2011
标签：czech republic, death, faces, figures, holocaust, life, light, organ, people, prague, song, travel
发表在 October 2011, poetry | 2 Comments »
8月 8, 2011
wiener luft
die leute sagen es sei schwuel
es ist gerade angenehm
es sind auch wenig leute da
musik gibts immer noch genug
manchmal zuviel auf einem platz
in beijing gibt es viel musik
im park und oft auch nicht fuer geld
im stillen an der autobahn
das leben ist nicht leichter hier
fuer geld fuer leute fuer die kunst
fuer waerme und fuer die musik
MW August 2011
标签：air, art, austria, beijing, music, people, Vienna, weather
发表在 August 2011, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
7月 18, 2011
land
unser land, ein wunderland
unser land, die besten zahlen
unser land, die meisten menschen
unser land, die schoensten schaefchen
unser land, ein schoenes land
unser land, die hoechste bahn
unser land, die laengste schnellste
unser land, ein grosses land
unser land, ein stolzes land
niemand hat uns was zu sagen
sagen alle grossen koepfe
unser land, ein armes land
unser land, ein enges land
rechtsanwaelte sind verschwunden
dissidenten arbeitslager
unser land, ein strenges land
unser land, ein altes land
drachen kinder gelber kaiser
sesambroetchen, hefekloesse
unser land, ein reiches land
unser land, ein wunderland
unser land, die besten zahlen
unser land, die meisten menschen
unser land, der goldne mond
MW Juli 2011
标签：animals, china, country, food, Gedichte, gold, high-speed, law, life china beijing vienna austria family work children translation sport travel business boredom politics literature poetry all, moon, people, propaganda, sheep, train
发表在 July 2011 | 1 Comment »
6月 15, 2011
pentecost
many stars are out tonight
many clouds around the moon
i can’t see her from this house
she must be around the corner
must be round the neighborhood
it is pentecost today
and we heard a lovely sermon
dorothea’s going soon
there is too much distance here
people cannot feel the spirit
god vibrating on the water
jewish men from different countries
like it says there in the bible
can we understand each other
although we don’t speak the language
many men from different places
many people in vienna
are we very far from jesus
everything looks very nice
and the weather has been lovely
are we safe here in vienna
can we feel the holy spirit
dorothea preached a sermon
and we felt at home a little
some of them don’t come to church
but they are for renovation
dorothea is a priestess
and christine is a priestess
and they have a lot of spirit
so they even made us welcome
i don’t understand the people
those who dominate the churches
i don’t care for them at all
we come for the weekly service
for the singing, for the organ
for a certain tolerance
it was better for the children
when it looked a little shabby
it’s a little bit like china
there’s not much democracy
and not very much religion
god is in the organ music
the vibration on the water
it is pentecost this weekend
lovely little holiday
so we’re going to the water
at the danube, for the children
we meet friends and we meet strangers
kari astrid jennifer
dorothea babtized maia
pentecost one year ago
leo’s doing better now
we had many languages
for vienna’s night of churches
it was dorothea’s project
we will have the taiwan choir
it’s an ordinary church
we are strangers in vienna
although we belong here now
MW June 2011
Thanks to Malika Saulnier!
Thanks to Malika Saulnier!
A spirits outlet in Vienna's 16th district. Thanks to Thomas Palfinger!
A spirits outlet in Vienna's 16th district. Thanks to Thomas Palfinger!
A spirits outlet in Vienna's 16th district. Thanks to Thomas Palfinger!
标签：friends, life, pauluskirche, pentecost, people, religion, spirit, strangers, Vienna
发表在 June 2011, Uncategorized | Leave a Comment »
6月 20, 2010
venice (written on a city map) one yard of scents, with blossoms filled / one passage through the midday sun / one house, one water, one whole town / one thousand years become one day / they know it here, you’ll die quite soon / and everyone will come and say / what you may claim, and what remains / and then they’re ready to depart / cause what we are stays in this world / what we have done, what we have heard / one scent, one stone, one sound, one plan / a plea that says please understand
MW June 2010
venedig (auf einem stadtplan notiert) ein hof im duft, mit blüten voll / ein durchgang in der mittagszeit / ein haus, ein wasser, eine stadt / als wären tausend jahr ein tag / man weiss es hier, man stirbt recht bald / und alle kommen, es zu sehen / was bleibt, und was man noch erwirbt / dann wollen sie auch wieder gehen / denn was wir sind, bleibt in der welt / was wir getan, was wir geschaut / ein duft, ein stein, ein laut, ein plan / und eine bitte um verstehen MW 5. Juni 2010
《在威尼斯怀念喀什古城》
威尼斯地图记下
花香一院
犹太区
中午一通道
一屋、一水、一城
一日一千年
这里晓得生命很短
大家来看
啥事剩下、还能得到
然后就走掉
我们所做到的留下
一香、一响
一图、一求
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2010.6
标签：art, atmosphere, beauty, city, death, destruction, development, economy, force, function, ghetto, heritage, history, jews, Kashgar, life, map, memory, Moslems, people, plea, poetry, politics, power, real estate, religion, soul, sun, time, tourism, understanding, value, Venice, water
发表在 June 2010, poetry | Leave a Comment »
3月 26, 2008
there is nothing
there is nothing to describe
we are ordinary people
building up and tearing down
there is nothing to describe
there is nothing to explain
we are ordinary people
building up and tearing down
there is nothing to explain
there is nothing to remember
we are ordinary people
building up and tearing down
there is nothing to remember
there is nothing to expect
we are ordinary people
building up and tearing down
there is nothing to expect
there is nothing to regret
we are ordinary people
building up and tearing down
there is nothing to regret
there is nothing to forget
we are ordinary people
building up and tearing down
there is nothing to forget
MW August 2007
标签：all, beijing, building, demolishing, history, people, regret, separation
发表在 2007 | Leave a Comment »
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