Posts Tagged ‘price’

WER KANN VERLANGEN DASS LEUTE BRAV SIND – 王林燕

八月 22, 2018

Wang Linyan
WER KANN VERLANGEN DASS LEUTE BRAV SIND

der hirte in der jurte spricht
isst du mein reisgericht nicht
(eine portion 30 yuan)
dann setz keinen fuß auf meine weiden

der junge bursch spricht vom pferderücken
willst du nicht reiten
(eine stunde 80 yuan)
dann halt keine kamera vor mein gesicht

die leute die weder reiten noch reis essen
betreten die weiden
dringen tief in den wald
pflücken jeden pilz nach dem regen
in der stadt kriegt man 800 yuan für ein kilo

20. Juli 2018
Übersetzt von MW im August 2018

 

伊沙主持 | 新世纪诗典8一周联展(2018.8.19——8.25)

 

 

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SO THIS IS TIME – 李琦

十二月 12, 2017

Li Qi
SO THIS IS TIME

So this is time.
Seems I have done only three things.
Finished my studies, brought up my children, made myself old.
When I was young, I thought of traveling round the world.
Today, I haven’t even seen
much of my province.

I’ve paid a price, a simple price.
Salt in sweat, bitter taste in tears.
Also flowers in smiles.
I and my years, we consumed each other,
records are clear to see.

Three things
haven’t changed very much.
Loving poetry, attachment to family.
And also truth, speaking of truth.
Deep in your soul, hard to keep still.

Translated by MW in December 2017

NOBLE POEM

十月 23, 2016
Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer, www.rn.co.at

Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer, http://www.rn.co.at

NOBLE POEM

wish I could write a noble poem
a prized noble poem
a swedish prized noble poem
a norwegian prized noble poem
pricey and noble
like norwegian beer
everything becomes pricey and noble
unless global warming
comes fast enough

MW October 2016

 

last week the brazilian author ricardo domeneck wrote a noble commentary on Facebook that actually sounds a little dylanesque, partly. masters of war, yes. dynamite. 伊沙 has a great little nobel dynamite poem. from 1992. 今年的文学諾貝爾得主有一首 Masters of War,我有一首 “X&Y”, 伊沙翻譯成《一搭一挡》。講尼克松和他的外交部长、大陸前领導和他的首相等等。墙上還有“毛”字,因為伊沙1991年一首小詩。 we had a reading here in vienna on Oct. 15 in our new housing close to the new central train station. we have a library downstairs. run by people from our house, we are there often. open to other houses, gudrun and peter built a stage, and we have theatre. and we had a bob dylan night a few months ago. masters of war is a little like my poem X&Y. x was cruel/ butt is sore/ y was able/ and suave./ both loved culture/ both destroyed/ hundred million/ butts are cold. written march 2007 in beijing. yes, nixon and kissinger, mao and zhou, maybe there is a pair like that in brazil? only six or seven swedes in over 100 years of a great swedish prize for literature is actually not very much, is it? wonder if ricardo brazil/domeneck/africa ever read tomas tranströmer. oh well. pity this busy monster manunkind/ not. progress is a comfortable disease:/ your victim (death and live safely beyond) plays with the bigness of its littleness …[…] pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen …. listen: there’s a hell/ of a good universe next door. let’s go. there must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief …

yes, the music of jimi hendrix. dylan is honored as tip of the iceberg, should be chuck berry and many others at the same time. preferably african brazilian women. yes, manunkind maybe doesn’t always deserve something poor ricardo doesn’t always get, maybe. pity. oh yes.

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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

2017/7


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