Posts Tagged ‘religion’

BLOCKED

三月 18, 2017

BLOCKED

t has been blocked
once again
he has to stay in
muslim majority countries
(makes him look weak)
rejoice!

MW March 2017

POETRY REPORT

二月 25, 2017

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POETRY

poetry
is impo
rtant
truth
is impo
tent
or is it
or are you

MW February 2017

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REPORT

every report
every detailed incisive report
kind that makes powerful people squirm
is just as important
as any art
any poem
any church, temple
that makes you pause
think
feel
every report

MW February 2017

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EINE SCHALE HIMMEL – 龐華

二月 16, 2017

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Pang Hua
EINE GROSSE SCHALE HIMMEL

im tempel auf dem berg hua
bitt ich einen tao-meister um einen trunk
er reicht mir abgekochtes wasser
ich nehm es entgegen
seh den blauen himmel darin
leer die schale in einem schluck

2016-02-05
Übersetzt von MW im Febr. 2017

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ALTER TEMPEL: 二月蓝

二月 1, 2017

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Eryue Lan
ALTER TEMPEL

das tempeltor ist fest verschlossen
eine einsame rote laterne
kommt von fern auf gewundenem weg
ein zweig osmanthusblüten
lässt mich die rechte hand hoch hinaufstrecken
meine fünf finger
fünf magere
mönche

Übersetzt von MW im Januar 2017

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HE IS VERY VERY LIMITED

一月 19, 2017

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HE IS VERY VERY LIMITED

he is very very limited
he is very very limited
he is very very limited
he is very very limited
we are very very limited

MW January 2017

 

I AM NOT HAPPY!

I am not happy!
my son’s very eloquent
we aren’t happy!
says a man at the bar
otherwise we’d be at home
we aren’t happy
except Austria’s leading
in downhill or slalom
then we are happy
some of us
anyway
for a short while

January 2017

 

GERDA

where is italy?
where is the moon?
where is feldkirchen in kärnten?
am i going to see you
on the other side
of the moon?
please please please
please please please
please please please
wake up and tell me
you’ ll be alright

MW January 2017

 

KLAGE

so eine große
so eine schöne
so eine großzügige Frau
so eine große Lehrerin
so viel Geduld
so viel Liebe
so offen
für Neues
so ernsthaft
so warm
so eine große
so eine gute
so ein großer Mensch

sie sieht so jugendlich aus

MW Januar 2017

 

她去了

他们嘻嘻哈哈
他们嘻嘻哈哈
他们嘻嘻哈哈
他们嘻嘻哈哈
他们都不知道
不是他们的错

2017/1

 

SCHÖNE TIERE

tiere sind wir, schön wie die tiere
bäume sind wir, schön wie das licht
hänge sind wir, stark wie der wind
tiere sind wir, froh wie die tiere
tiere sind wir, erbärmliche tiere

MW Januar 2017

 

漂亮动物

我们是动物,漂亮的动物
我们是树,漂亮的光
我们是山丘,風一样强壮
我们是动物,快乐的动物
我们是動物,可憐的動物

2017/1

 

LICHT

ein kreuz auf dem dach
ein haus des gebets
wächst das rettende auch?

MW Januar 2017

 

ICH BIN NICHT GLÜCKLICH!

ich bin nicht glücklich!
mein sohn schreit sehr deutlich.
wir sind auch nicht glücklich!
sagt ein mann an der bar,
sonst wären wir zuhause!
wir sind alle nicht glücklich
außer beim slalom
führt österreich
dann sind wir glücklich
jedenfalls manche
jedenfalls irgendwer
für eine zeit

MW Januar 2017

 

ZUGFAHRT, NACH ANTONIO FIAN

lehrer:
nächster halt!
schüler:
knittelfeld!
lehrer:
nächster halt!
schüler:
knittelfeld!
lehrer:
knittelfeld
hat sein gutes gehabt

MW Jänner 2017

 

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WARME GENOSSINNEN UND GENOSSEN 鴻鴻/同志

十二月 22, 2016

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Hung Hung
WARME GENOSSINNEN UND GENOSSEN

 

Sie sagen sie liegen nicht falsch
falsch liegst nur du

sie sagen du liegst nicht falsch
so wie sie sich dich vorstellen
falsch liegst du nur so wie du bist

sie sagen sie haben die richtige richtung
die, die dir helfen deine zu finden
die haben die falsche

alles was sie lieben das ist der glaube
alles worauf sie neidig sind ist versuchung

du willst sagen
sie liegen nicht falsch
du liegst auch nicht falsch
du bringst es nicht über die lippen

du willst sagen
liebe sei nicht falsch
nicht zu lieben sei auch nicht falsch
sie sagen falsch!

sie sagen falsch!
falsch falsch falsch falsch falsch falsch falsch

falsch liegen der regenwald der nebelparder das sumatra-nashorn
alle die friedlich leben und dennoch aussterben
falsch liegt jedes erschöpfte rentier das flieht und den schlitten des weihnachtstmanns nicht mehr zieht
falsch liegt die weiße schlange, liebt einen menschen und gilt als pervers
falsch liegt die welt wie sie ist

du willst fragen
heißt kultur dass die welt nicht sein darf wie sie ist
oder dass du sie verstehst

du willst fragen
dürfen nur rote bohnen mit grünen bohnen zusammen
oder braucht es liebe damit jemand zusammen kommt

du willst fragen
ist glaube ein fotofilter
eine lochkamera
oder doch ein regenbogen
du willst fragen
du willst noch fragen

aber bevor du den mund aufmachst
sagen sie du liegst falsch
also liegst du halt falsch
jedenfalls liegt die erde sowieso schief
sonst gäb es gar keine jahreszeiten
lasst uns friedlich und hoffnungsvoll leben
auf einer erde die falsch liegt

lass die leute die richtig liegen
leben in ihrer hölle in ihrer vorstellung
von ihrem himmel

 

Dezember 2016
Publiziert auf Chinesisch in United Daily News, Taiwan
(siehe http://udn.com/news/story/7048/2177348)
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2016

 

 

【慢慢讀,詩】鴻鴻/同志

 

他們說他們沒有錯
錯的是你

他們說他們想像的你沒有錯
錯的是你真正的樣子

他們說他們的方向沒有錯
錯的是幫你找到自己方向的人

所有他們喜愛的,都鑄成信仰
所有他們嫉妒的,都叫做誘惑

你想說
他們沒有錯
你也沒有錯
你說不出口

你想說
愛沒有錯
不愛也沒有錯
他們說錯

他們說錯
錯錯錯錯錯錯錯

錯的是雨林、雲豹、蘇門答臘犀牛
所有自在生長、卻瀕臨絕種的生物
錯的是從聖誕老人雪橇上
不堪負荷而逃走的麋鹿
錯的是愛上一個人
卻被指為變態、噁心、邪魔附體的白娘娘
錯的是世界本來的模樣

你想問
文明是改變本來的世界
還是理解本來的世界

你想問
紅豆綠豆才能配成一對
還是有愛才能配成一對
你想問
信仰是一面濾鏡
一眼針孔
還是一道彩虹
你想問
你還想問

但你在開口之前

他們已經說你錯
那就錯吧
畢竟地球原本就是傾斜的
否則也不會出現四季
讓我們平靜地、樂觀地活在一個錯的地球上

讓那些對的人
活在自己想像的地獄
他們稱之為天堂

Published on Dec. 19, 2016 in United Daily News, Taiwan
(see http://udn.com/news/story/7048/2177348)

6 SHORT POEMS FROM CHINA – 6 GEDICHTE AUS CHINA

十二月 2, 2016

Autohintern

Cai Xiyin
TRANSPORT REFORM

After the public transport reform,
our leader has no company car.
To save money,
he takes out a public transport card.
His first day on the bus:
shows his card unasked,
goes to sit down.
“Read your card!”,
says the driver.
Our leader reads it out loud:
“Beijing City Public Transport Card!”
Driver points to the card reader, shouts:
“Read it here!”
Leader returns to the machine by the door,
his voice loud and clear:
“Beijing City Public Transport Card!!”

Tr. MW, Nov. 2016

 

 

Cai Xiyin
KARTEN LESEN

Nach der staatlichen Wagenreform
hat unser Chef keinen Dienstwagen mehr.
Um Geld zu sparen,
nimmt er sich eine Verkehrskarte.
Dann fährt er zum ersten mal mit dem Bus,
zeigt von selbst seine Karte,
geht zu den Sitzen.
Der Fahrer sagt:
“Karte lesen!”
Er nimmt brav die Karte und liest:
“Pekinger Verkehrsbetriebe!”
Der Fahrer zeigt auf das Lesegerät
und brüllt ihn an:
“Hier lesen!”
Unser Chef geht zurück zum Gerät an der Tür,
liest laut und deutlich:
“Pekinger Verkehrsbetriebe!”

29. November 2016
Übersetzt von MW am 30. November 2016

 

《车改》
蔡喜印

公车改革后
领导没了专车
为省钱
去办了张交通卡
那天是他首次坐公交
主动亮过卡
便向座位走去
司机说
“读卡!”
他拿着交通卡认真读起来
“北京市公共交通卡”
司机指着刷卡器
冲他喊道
“在这读!”
他又回到车门附近的读卡器旁
大声读起来
“北京市公共交通卡”

2016/11

(From the author’s WeChat account)

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Xu Jiang
PRAYER

let us come together
and press remote controls in our hands
to make all the fighter jets on the planet
change into dragonflies

Tr. MW, 2016

From a WeChat column presented by Shen Haobo:

http://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/qNtAHFKSewE0I9AH9MJGCA

 

Xu Jiang
LASSET UNS BETEN

lasset uns alle zusammen
mit fernbedienungen in unsern händen
die kampfflugzeuge auf diesem planeten
in libellen verwandeln

Übersetzt von MW im November 2016

Aus einem WeChat-Programm von Shen Haobo:

http://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/qNtAHFKSewE0I9AH9MJGCA

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Yan Li
“- 10“

zum thema kulturrevolution
gab es grosse konferenzen
dann kleine tagungen
dann unterhaltungen mit ein paar menschen
dann erinnerung in schweigen
erinnerung wurde zu einsamen zeichen
schriftzeichen wurden zu ziffern
1966-1976

= – 10, sagt die enkelin vom alten xiao

 

Übersetzt von MW im November 2016

Zuerst präsentiert auf Weibo und WeChat in Yi Sha’s NPC 新世纪诗典.

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3A
DICHTER DES ZORNS

opa wurde als grundbesitzer bezeichnet.
papa konnte nicht heiraten,
obwohl er schon ziemlich alt war.
im zorn hat er deshalb
mit opa gebrochen
und meine mutter hat mich geboren.

 

Übersetzt von MW im November 2016

Zuerst präsentiert auf Weibo und WeChat in Yi Sha’s NPC 新世纪诗典.

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Li Cha
AH!

wenn ich will, dass mein mann etwas tut
sag ich am satzende “ah”.
zum beispiel
setz teewasser auf, ah!
trag den müll raus, ah!
dreh den fernseher ab, ah!
aber wenn er etwas von mir will
macht er das nie

 

Übersetzt von MW im November 2016

Zuerst präsentiert auf Weibo und WeChat in Yi Sha’s NPC 新世纪诗典.

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Zhu Jian
MÄRZ

pfirsichblüten
aus tokio
fallen
wie blut
in nanjing

 

Übersetzt von MW, 2016

Zuerst präsentiert auf Weibo und WeChat in Yi Sha’s NPC 新世纪诗典.

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ÖSTERREICH 3

十一月 24, 2016
photo by David Howard

photo by David Howard

ÖSTERREICH 3

der billiganbieter
hat “für österreich”
mit schmalz und weihrauch
so wahr ihm seine goten helfen
und um den bauch
eine deutsche fahne
bei wichtigen anlässen
mit polizeischutz.

zu risiken und nebenwirkungen
fragen sie bitte
ihre vielbemühte
frau hausverstand.

MW November 2016

Photo by David Howard

Photo by David Howard

HALLOWEEN IN BUDAPEST 卍靈節在布达佩斯

十一月 2, 2016

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HALLOWEEN IN BUDAPEST

Halloween in Budapest
Do you need to call out the ghosts?
Do you need to call out the ghosts?
In Parliament
Brightly lit along the Danube
Do you need to call out the ghosts?
In Vienna
In Budapest
In many cities
Many, many towns
thousands of towns
thousands of thousands
brightly lit along the Danube
Dohany Synagogue
Greatest in Europe
Status Quo Synagogue
By Otto Wagner
On Rumbach Street
Actually many buildings are left
All over Europe
Yes, there are Jews
In Budapest
Yes, there are people
Do we need to call out the ghosts?
Everyone knows
Along the Danube
Behind the Parliament
Greatest in Europe?
It’s very big
Behind the Parliament
Along the Danube
They lined them up
Several places
Along the Danube
Just a few months
Hungarian Fascists
Finally able
1944
Fall ’44
German troops everywhere
Last few months of the war
Until the first month of ’45
Here in this city
Everyone knows
Hungarian Fascists
Established the ghetto
They passed laws against Jews
In Parliament
In 1920
Basically everyone knows
1944
Hundreds of thousands
in a few months
Around 600,000
Killed in Auschwitz
Along the Danube
Behind the Parliament
Several places
Szabadsag ter
On Freedom Square
There’s a new monument
For the victims
It says
German occupation
Doesn’t say that in German
Doesn’t say that in English
Any other language
For the victims
Only these words
Even in Hebrew
Only the victims
Victims of German occupation
Written in Hungarian
Only in Hungarian
Erected in secret
Protests from the beginning
Pebbles, chairs,
a few wires, photos
pebbles with names
and so on
Everyone knows
Over 300 Million
Hungarian money
Erected in secret
Law passed in Parliament
December 31st, 2013
Protests from the beginning
Szabadsag ter
Liberty Square
Halloween in Budapest
Do you need to call out the ghosts?
There are people enough
In Budapest
In many cities
Many, many cities
Towns and cities
All over Europe
Brightly lit along the Danube
Everyone knows
Actually many buildings are left
All over Europe
Halloween in Budapest
Do we need to call out the ghosts?
Everyone knows
Halloween is for kids
We have kids in Vienna
Kids like to dress up
For Halloween
Let them have fun
Nothing wrong
Halloween
My daughter knows
Austrian Fascists
Ghosts are alive
Zombies are real
Wish it was all
Pumpkins for kids
Halloween in Budapest
Greatest town
Along the Danube
Since Roman times
Basically
Everyone knows

MW October 31st, 2016

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晚报!晚报!CHINESISCHE STIMMUNG

十月 26, 2016

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《晚报》

晚报!晚报!

早有早报,
晚有晚报。
不是不报,
时侯未到!

 

WANBAO

Wan bao! Wan bao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.
Bu shi bu bao,
shi hou wei dao!

 

LATE NEWS (WANBAO 晚报, also BAOTAN 报摊 = NEWSSTAND)

late news! late news!

dawn has dawn news,
dusk has dusk news.
not that there’s no report,
time hasn’t come.

(bao = newspaper, revenge, retribution, karma, report)

“Wan bao!” is the cry of newspaper-sellers that begins every afternoon in every city.
This poem has only five or six lines.
The last four lines are very close to a popular Buddhist saying.
The last two lines are the same.

shan you shan bao,
e you e bao
bu shi bu bao,
shihou wei dao!

Shan means good, e means bad, evil. I have substituted shan with zao, e with wan. Benevolent becomes early, evil late.

WANBAO

Wan bao! Wan bao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.
Bu shi bu bao,
shi hou wei dao!

In meinem Buch und auf meinem Blog gibt es sehr viele verschiedene chinesische Gedichte. Dieses erste Gedicht auf Chinesisch habe ich ungefähr 1999 oder früher geschrieben. Ich glaube, es ist unübersetzbar. Sehr chinesische Stimmung. Es ist sehr kurz.

Ao = au. Das “bao” hier wird sehr kurz und entschieden ausgesprochen. Y = deutsches j. Chinesisches J ist wie auf Englisch. Das i bei “shi” ist wie das türkische i ohne Punkt. Also eigentlich kein i.

“Wan bao!” rufen Zeitungsverkäufer am Nachmittag und Abend in chinesischen Städten. Wanbao ist Abendzeitung, zaobao Morgenzeitung; z.B. Shanghai Zaobao. You (jo-u) bedeutet ‘gibt es’. Zao bedeutet früh, aber auch ‘Morgen’ im Sinn von Guten Morgen. Ich stehe jeden Tag um halb sieben auf, das ist jetzt Sonnenaufgang. Da mache ich ein Foto vom Balkon aus. Manchmal auch von meinem Sohn oder meiner Tochter beim Frühstück. So ein Foto kommt dann ins chinesische Internet, mit diesem Zeichen: 早. Zao!

Photos and video recording: Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and video recording: Beate Maria Wörz

《晚报》

晚报!晚报!

早有早报,
晚有晚报。
不是不报,
时侯未到!

WANBAO

Wan bao! Wan bao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.
Bu shi bu bao,
shi hou wei dao!

Vielleicht habt ihr den Reim auf -ao schon bemerkt. Ao = au. Wanbao, Abendzeitung. Aber dieses “bao” bedeutet nicht nur Bericht, Meldung etc, sondern auch das Karma, das von einer guten oder schlechten Tat zurückkommt. Achtung, sehr spezifisch chinesische und asiatische Stimmung! Wirklich. Zao you zaobao, wan you wanbao. Morgens kommt die Morgenzeitung, abends gibt es Abendblatt. Soweit so banal. Aber da gibt es ein sehr bekanntes buddhistisches Sprichwort. Shan you shan bao, e you e bao. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao! Die letzten zwei Zeilen sind genau dieselben wie in meinem Gedicht. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao.

善有善报,
恶有恶报。
不是不报,
时候未到!

Gutes hat gute Folgen, Böses böse. Shan you shan bao, e you e bao. Das “e” hier ist ein kurzes, entschiedenes Schwa, eher wie ein ö als wie ein deutsches “e”. Bitte versucht einmal, das ganze Sprichwort laut auszusprechen. Y = deutsches j, ou = ou. Sh wie auf Englisch. Shan you shanbao, e you ebao. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao! Bu bedeutet hier nein, nicht. Bu shi = ist nicht, das ist nicht so. Nicht, dass es kein Karma gibt, nur die Zeit ist noch nicht da. Shi-hou heißt Zeit. Wei heißt noch nicht. Ei wie bei Beijing (Peking), also kein deutsches “ei”. Ai Weiwei heißt wörtlich Ai Nochnicht Nochnicht. Ai Zukunft Zukunft. Ai ist der Familienname. Siehe auch die Wikipedia-Einträge zu Ai Qing und zu seinem Sohn Ai Weiwei. Aber zurück zu meinem Gedicht. Bu shi bu bao, shi hou wei dao. 不是不报,时候未到。Diese beiden Zeilen sind genau gleich wie in dem alten buddhistischen Sprichwort. Und auch in den Zeilen davor habe ich nur “gut” (shan 善) mit “früh“ (zao 早 frühmorgens etc.) ersetzt und ”böse” (e 恶) mit  “spät” (wan 晚, spät und abends) ersetzt. Schaut bitte noch einmal hin. Das meiste ist gleich, nicht wahr? Deshalb ist mein Gedicht unübersetzbar. Es wirkt nur, wenn man das Sprichwort schon kennt. Jede und jeder kennt es in China, Taiwan etc. Aber was haben Morgen- und Abendzeitungen mit Karma zu tun? Nicht, dass da kein Karma kommt, nur die Zeit ist noch nicht da. Nicht, dass nicht berichtet wird, nur die Zeit ist noch nicht reif. Diese beiden Sätze sind auf Chinesisch dasselbe.

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In meinem neuen Gedichtband ist dieses Gedicht auf Seite 67, unter 晚报.

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GOD AND MOON AT MY READING – MOND BEI DER LESUNG

十月 26, 2016
Photo by Lu Hangang

Photo by Lu Hangang

伊沙德語第一本書最近出來了,維也納 FabrikTransit 出版社做得很棒。明年有第二本。都是雙語,很精彩。十月十五日我们做了朗誦,在維也納新總火車站附近。就是我家的小區,我們有自己的圖書館和舞台。也介绍了我自 己的詩集。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。“X&Y” 原來是英語,不過我們朗誦多半用德語,還有一些中文。我的詩《赌場跟清真寺》 MOSQUE & CASINO 原文是中文,以後寫了英語,德語。還讀了几首政治詩歌。奥地利政治今年相當可 怕,四次說選總統,十二月份希望是最後一次,而且祈祷结果不是比德国 AFFEN FÜR DEUTSCHLAND 更恶心的黨代表我們。

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MOON AT MY READING

at my reading I was a star
I did nor see the moon
the moon was huge and round and white
bettina told me
a fat sow in hiding
when she came at dusk
my daughter would not let me smoke
this one cigarette
we saw the moon next day in the evening
before going to bed
summer savings time
or whatever it’s called
will be over soon

MW October 2016
martin-winter_cover_web

MOND BEI DER LESUNG

bei meiner lesung war ich ein star
ich hab den mond nicht gesehen
der mond war groß und rund und weiß
hab ich erfahren
fett hinter wolken
meine tochter hat aufgepasst
dass ich nicht rauche.
am nächsten abend
haben wir ihn zusammen gesehen.
nächste woche
ist endlich winterzeit.

MW Oktober 2016

 

GOTT

gott ist der staub auf der erd
im all unter menschen und käfern
god’s in the dust on earth in space
under bugs and other people
god’s the steeple
the chaser
water of life and all that
god is the cat
or the rat
length and the breadth
length of breath
got ist tot
was ist got
is it goth
people who try & fail to be german
gott ist im lot
in seiner stadt
god is in lot and his wife
in their town
in their flight
certainly not in dublin rules
rather in
every other thing
over there,
here, anywhere
everyone who helps
who says no
to glib politicians
takes a stand
not in the apes who crow for deutschland
god is the dust, rust and the whiskey
chests and nuts, snowballs
bluster of autumn
blushing of spring
small crazy thing

dust crazy things?

guess I should vacuum

MW October 2016

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Photos by Lu Hangang

Photos by Lu Hangang

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Photos by Lu Hangang

Photos by Lu Hangang

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BELIEVE IN ROCKS – Dechen Pakme 德乾恒美 – GLAUBE AN STEINE

九月 4, 2016

Deqen Hengmei

Dechen Pakme
BELIEVE IN ROCKS

Whatever you study, you need to have faith.
When you research rocks, you believe in rocks.
When you study oracle bones, you believe in oracle bones.

Newton studied universal gravitation.
He believed in God.

Tr. MW, August 2016

 

Dechen Pakme
GLAUBE AN STEINE

für wissenschaft brauchst du glauben
wer steine erforscht glaubt an steine
orakelknochenforscher an orakelknochen

newton erforschte die schwerkraft
er glaubte an gott

Übersetzt von MW im August 2016

Glauben an Steine

Dechen Pakme 6

Dechen_Pakme_Buch

SONNTAG IN DER KIRCHE

八月 31, 2016
photo by David Howard

photo by David Howard

SONNTAG IN DER KIRCHE

ich war am sonntag nicht in der kirche
die kirche war am ballhausplatz
nicht heldenplatz aber auch dort
gegen die mit dem ball

weiß nicht wieviele waren
vielleicht auch niemand von unseren freunden
obwohl niemand deutschdümmler wählt
der bei trost ist

aber der glanze heldenplatz zirka
ist lang nicht gewonnen
wieviele waren
bei trost oder was

wieviele waren am sonntag
wahrscheinlich ist es auch nicht entscheidend
im stadtpark wär ich auch gern gewesen
josef hader paul gulda

es war heiß
vielleicht der letzte heiße sonntag im sommer
also stadionbad

alte bäume
manche zweihundert jahre
wie alt ist das stadion
wie alt ist das bad
das bad schaut ein bisschen aus wie die stadthalle
obwohl alles im freien

es ist genug platz
irgendwo hinten kannst fussballspielen
auch wennst im wasser fast nicht mehr durchkannst
aber irgendwie gehts

gott hat geruht am siebten tag
wir haben geruht ins wasser zu gehen
geruht uns zu sonnen

14 euro zwei große zwei kinder
das essen dort natürlich nicht billig
am ende bist müde

der platz bei der u-bahn hinter dem stadion
da steht ein container schon einige jahre
wiener schachverein oder so
der platz ist nach einem meister benannt
der starb in der emigration

das straßenschild ist überklebt
vielleicht fußballfans
die vielleicht nichts verstehen

ich war am sonntag nicht in der kirche

MW 31. August 2016

Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer, rn.co.at

Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer, rn.co.at

MÜNSTER

七月 27, 2016

CAM01167

MÜNSTER

münster hat mit glauben zu tun.
ich hatte nicht genug glauben
an mich selbst
während unserer lesung.

hatten sie zuviel glauben
im krieg?

im mittelalter
in der sogenannten neuzeit
oder vor siebzig jahren?

münster steckt
im tiefsten frieden
hasen hoppeln
unter der uni
schwäne verlieben sich
in große tretboote
an der großen aa
am großen see

im westfälischen frieden

MW Juli 2016

JUPITER

七月 5, 2016

jupiter

JUPITER

jupiter
is a marble
my daughter is
a sorcerer
a witch if you will
this cloud is a dragon
a hippo an angel
fields I have to cross in my life
when I see the clouds I feel closer to god
there is christ lying down before dying
don’t you see it?
don’t you believe me?
there is the eye
there are the nostrils
spewing fire!
come on do you think I am lying?

MW July 2016

Maia+Mohn

MOANING – 雪克 – RAUNZEN

六月 26, 2016

Xue Ke

Xue Ke
MOANING

some people raise their heads to sing
God receives each one of their songs
some people sigh and look up to the sky
but God has gone to take a nap
what happened when I was moaning against the heavens:
wind rose
wind stuffed what I had said
every mouthful
back into my trap

Tr. MW, June 2016

 

Xue Ke
RAUNZEN

manche heben den kopf und singen zum himmel
gott nimmt alles auf jeden einzelnen ton
manche seufzen hinauf
gott ist gerade beim mittagsschlaf
als ich geraunzt hab gegen den alten wars komisch
wind ist gekommen
hat was ich gesagt hab
ein wort nach dem andern
zurückgestopft in meinen mund

Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2016

Raunzen

DER STAAT – 沈浩波

六月 10, 2016

Shen Haobo Sofa

Shen Haobo
DER STAAT

die leute sind nach plato benannt
die leute führen nichts gutes im schild
die halten sich für die fürsten und richter
die leute zeigen der menschheit die richtung
davon träumen sie ständig
die fetten schillernden käfer
bewegen versteckte giftige härchen
verbannen wölfe und löwen
verbannen verzweifelte jugend
verbannen unkeusche frauen
verbannen verrückte und bettler
verbannen diebe und räuber
verbannen den teufel
den schlimmen jesus
vertreiben die dichter
vertreiben mich
bitte nicht
ihr braucht mich nicht verbannen
ich bin grad nur zu gast
ein bisschen schauen wie ihr hier wohnt
ich hab schon verstanden
euer staat
ist nicht für verrückte und nicht für mich

7. 10. 2013
Übersetzt von MW 2014-2016

republic-shen-haobo

photo by Malika Saulnier

photo by Malika Saulnier

IM TEMPEL – 李异

六月 3, 2016

Li Yi

Li Yi
IM TEMPEL

vor der halle des sakyamuni
kommt der palast des himmelsherrschers
an beiden seiten in dieser halle
stehen vier riesige himmelsgestalten
in diesem jahr geh ich in den tempel
alle leute opfern maitreja
in der mitte in der großen halle
lauter räucherstäbchen
nur ein kleiner bub
in ärmlicher kleidung
hat sich an der seite vor den himmelsgestalten
die ganze zeit verbeugt und gebetet
ich war neugierig
wieso mag er die kerle mit wilden gesichtern?
ich geh zu ihm und frag ihn
er sagt
der kopf von dieser figur
sei wie der helm auf dem kopf seines vaters
im bergwerk

Übersetzt von MW im Juni 2016

Im Tempel

TEMPLE OF HEAVEN – 侯馬

六月 2, 2016

Hou Ma

Hou Ma
TEMPLE OF HEAVEN

at the echo wall of the temple of heaven
he told everything
what he wanted to say to the old man in heaven
what he wanted to say to his wife and kids
what he wanted to say to himself
told it all to the wall

actually he didn’t tell anything
to the wall
what he shouted was:
—- can you hear me?
—- can you hear me?

9/23/15
Tr. MW, January 2016

Hou Ma
HIMMELSTEMPEL

An der Echowand am Himmelstempel
hat er alles gesagt
was er Gott sagen wollte
was er seiner Familie sagen wollte
was er sich selbst sagen wollte
er hat alles erzählt

Eigentlich hat er der Wand
überhaupt nichts erzählt
er hat nur gerufen:
— Hörst du mich?
— Hörst du mich?

23. September 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Januar 2016

Hou Ma Himmelstempel

JESUS IN A BOX – 西娃 – JESUS IN DER KISTE

五月 23, 2016

Xi Wa Yueyang Lou xia

Xi Wa
JESUS IN A BOX

Again St. Dominic’s in Macau.
There is a room
full of crosses, Jesus in pain.
Different artists imagining
one Jesus Christ
nailed to a cross, made out of wood, silver,
iron …

No matter where Jesus might be right now,
there is always a Jesus
in the hand of an artist
suffering again and again.

There is an open box.
I see His head,
arms and legs, different parts of the body,
separated or joined.
In His tranquil blue eyes
there is a Buddhist woman
crying all over her face.

April 5th, 2016
Tr. MW, October 2016

 

Xi Wa
JESUS IN DER KISTE

wieder in der rosenkirche
ein raum mit lauter kruzifixen
all diese künstler
nageln denselben jesus
an ihr holz, eisen, silber
je nach ihrer vorstellung

egal wo jesus sein mag
es gibt immer einen
der fortwährend leidet
in der hand eines künstlers

in einer offenen kiste
seh ich den kopf von jesus
die glieder, den körper, getrennt
und zusammengesetzt
in seinen stillen blauen pupillen
weint eine buddhistin
über ihr ganzes gesicht

5. April 2016
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2016

jesus in der kiste

SPIDER’S WEB – 独禽

五月 23, 2016

Du Qin

Du Qin
SPIDER’S WEB, EARLY MORNING

spider weaving its web
notes without sound

one circle after the other, rings in a tree
wobbling, knots

fixed one by one
death records

rosary, beautiful beads
hang on points in the air

5/11/16
Tr. MW, May 2016

Du Qin
SPINNENNETZ IN DER FRÜH

spinne am knüpfen
klang ohne ton

ein kreis nach dem anderen, jahresring
schwankend, darauf

lauter feste knoten
tod wird festgehalten

auf jedem tödlichen punkt
eine leuchtende rosenkranzperle

11. Mai 2016
Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2016

spinnennetz in der frueh

CHRISTIANS IN HOSPITAL – 君儿

四月 28, 2016

Jun Er neu

Jun Er
THREE CHRISTIANS VISIT A FRIEND IN HOSPITAL

Gathered round the bed,
they are praying.
Each one in turn,
all different too.

Then they are singing,
they sing the same tune,
the words seem to match.
At the end they say amen.

Their friend and brother
has Parkinson’s disease.
He sits on the white linen,
keeps shaking and shaking his head.

Tr. MW, 2016

Jun Er Parkinson

NOTHING TO DO WITH US – 沙冒智化

四月 27, 2016

Shamao Zhihua

Shamao Zhihua
NOTHING TO DO WITH US

that guy who was born in paradise has nothing to do with us
that guy who keeps watch over time has nothing to do with us
that guy greedy all over has nothing to do with us
that guy burning in tears has nothing to do with us
that guy pierced to the marrow has nothing to do with us
that guy who screams in his dreams has nothing to do with us
that guy who reins in his horse at the cliff has nothing to do with us
that guy who doesn’t believe has nothing to do with us
that guy who looks reserved has nothing to do with us
that guy who is so shy he acts stupid has nothing to do with us

buddha, god and allah have nothing to do with us
at this moment, time stops.
let us tell the world, loudly:
except for love
nothing has to do with me!

Written on 3/21/16, World Poetry Day
Tr. MW, April 2016

NOTHING TO DO WITH US

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

四月 15, 2016

Hauptbahnhof

SPRING IS A WONDERFUL SEASON

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.
Self-organized.
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.

 

Zilkpark

AT MALAYSIA’S KENTING CASINO – 如也

四月 12, 2016

ru ye sheying

Ru Ye
AT MALAYSIA’S KENTING CASINO

Too many gamblers jump to their death
from above the clouds at 1800 meters.

The Kenting Casino has 6118 beds,
floating up there like in Taoist caves,
away from it all.

Now you can only just stretch out your hand,
every window’s restricted.
To fly like a fairy,
look for other options.

Every ceiling in every bedroom
has a black arrow
(first time I slept under a sword of Damocles) ,
to show the direction for prayer.

2016-02-12
Tr. MW, April 2016

Ru Ye casino

Casino

CHAPEL OF ST. FRANCIS XAVIER – 沈浩波 – KAPELLE ST. FRANZ XAVER

四月 10, 2016

Shen_Haobo

Shen Haobo 《在圣方济各圣堂前》
AT THE CHAPEL OF ST. FRANCIS XAVIER

I like that kind of church,
rather small,
dignified, intimate.
The Chapel of St. Francis Xavier
at Wynn in Macau:
Wooden door, thin and long,
cuts the yellow wall right in half.
A butterfly’s wings,
bright and warm,
inviting me to step inside.
A sign at the door,
two lines in big letters,
from the New Testament:
“Jesus says,
I am the way, the truth and the life.”
I looked and thought,
and in my heart
I said to Jesus,
“I am sorry,
but I can’t agree.”

3/15/16
Tr. MW, April 2016

Shen Haobo Kirche

Shen Haobo
VOR DER KAPELLE VON ST. FRANZ XAVER

Ich mag diese
kleineren Kirchen,
ernst und vertraut.
Die St. Franz Xaver Kapelle
auf Coloane in Macau:
Das hohe Holztor
teilt die gelbe Mauer.
Zwei Schmetterlingsflügel,
leuchtend und warm,
ziehen mich ins Innere.
Im Eingang steht in zwei großen Zeilen
ein Spruch aus dem Neuen Testament.
“Jesus sagt: Ich bin der Weg,
die Wahrheit und das Leben.”
Ich denke nach,
dann sag ich
im Herzen zu Jesus:
“Tut mir leid,
diesem Satz
kann ich nicht zustimmen.”

15. März 2016
Übersetzt von Martin Winter im April 2016

gemaelde_jesuitenseminar_macau_body.5131099

DER MOND IST SCHNELLER ALS ANDERE LEUTE 《月亮比别人快》 THE MOON IS FASTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE

四月 1, 2016

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DER MOND IST SCHNELLER ALS ANDERE LEUTE

der mond ist schneller als andere leute
der führer sagt
die leute in thailand sind ein bisschen langsam
ihr müsst euch dran gewöhnen
aber dann ist es dunkel
der mond kraxelt sehr schnell
in position
ich glaub er ist sehr fleißig
so viele chinesen
er bedient die touristen
passt sich wundervoll an.

2016

《月亮比别人快》

泰国月亮比别人快
导游说
这里人比较慢
你们要习惯
可天一下子就黑了。
月亮很快
爬得最高的位置。
我看月亮很积极
迎接中国的游客。
这几年大概
越来越快了。

2016. 1. 20

THE MOON IS FASTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE

people are slow here
says our guide
you have to get used to them
then it’s dark in a jump
and the moon climbs very fast
to her highest position
guess she is happy
to serve Chinese tour groups
so these few years
she runs faster and faster

January 2016

ich_palast

DER MOND MUSS PERFEKT SEIN

in singapur
erklärt uns die führerin
(ihr name heißt schwalbe)
die strengsten gesetze
klingt wie sie in thailand
buddha anbeten.

um mitternacht sind wir am hotel,
halten noch eine lesung,
gegenüber gleich an der straße.
man kann sogar rauchen,
hauptsache es landet nichts auf dem boden.
man darf bier bestellen,
nicht zuviel auf einmal.

wo ist der mond?
in singapur
hält sich der mond streng an die regeln,
sonst schlägt man ihn hinten.
er schwebt aus den wolken
schön wie sichs gehört.

2016

《不敢不完美》

到了新加坡
燕子导游解释
最严格的法律
听来崇拜法规
像泰国拜佛。
到了旅馆很晚。
还是開詩會。
过马路坐外面
可以抽烟。
只要烟蒂不扔。
点啤酒不能
一人一次一瓶那么多。
月亮在哪儿
在新加坡
月亮遵守严厉法律
否则打她的后面
月亮出彩云
就剛恰当。

2016.1.25

 

SHE HAS TO BE PERFECT

In Singapore
we have a new guide.
Her name means “swallow”.
She explains about their laws.
Sounds a bit like Thailand
talks about Buddhism.

“You have to be careful,
you can’t just sit down anywhere.”
We get in very late
but we still call a reading.
Across the street from the hotel
you can sit outside,
you can even smoke.
Long as you don’t toss the butt.
When you order a beer,
one bottle per person may be too much.

Where is the moon?
In Singapore
she obeys the law to the letter,
otherwise they beat her behind.
She steps out of the clouds
in her most perfect poise.

January 2016

《詩會主義》

詩會主义好,
詩會主义好。
我们的新詩典人民地位高。
体制派被打倒,
作家协会夹着尾巴逃跑了。

2016.1.26

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SOZIALISMUS
                      LESUNGEN   =   GUT

lesungen sind gut, lesungen sind gut.
unsere neue lese
bringt euch frisches blut.
offiziell gibts uns nicht,
denn dafür fehlt euch der mut!

2016

POETRY READING IS GOOD

Poetry Reading’s good,
Poetry Reading’s good.
In our New Poetry Canon, people’s dignity is high.
System clique’s in the dregs,
state-sanctioned writers scurry with their tails between their legs!

January 2016 (to the tune of Socialism Is Good)

HE

三月 28, 2016

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he is not here
for he is risen
he’s not here with us
with our eggs
in our nests
with our bunnies
maybe he is
in idomeni
somewhere on the road
let’s make austria strong
say the people
who seal the borders

MW March 2016

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PRAYER – 沈苇 – GEBET

三月 22, 2016

shen wei

Shen Wei
PRAYER

1)

Every day needs a moment about life and death.
A tiny boat, riding away from stinky shoes.
A roamer, a heart with a powerful motor.
And you love oblivion, pleading to be forgotten.
Out of daily life, binding and harming you,
you obtain freedom, imagination!

2)

Not that doves triumph, just that lambs do not deserve death.
Not that blades go rusting, just that bombs don’t explode.
Not that fathers be strong, just that mothers wipe away tears.
Not that god’s in his heaven, but the devil forgetting the deal.
Please don’t always groan about yourself; you need to think
of him or her on this world also in sorrow, in prayer.

Tr. MW, March 2016

Shen Wei
GEBET

1)

Jeden Tag brauch ich eine lebenswichtige Zeit:
Eine Nussschale, weg von den stinkenden Schuhen.
Ein Fahrender mit einem Motor im Herzen,
der das Vergessen liebt, fleht, dass die Leute nicht an ihn denken.
Weg aus den Wickeln, den Wunden des Alltags,
erlangst du Freiheit, was du dir vorstellst!

2)

Nicht dass Tauben triumphieren, nur dass Lämmer unschuldig bleiben;
nicht dass Messer rosten, nur dass Bomben verstummen.
Nicht dass Väter gesunden, nur dass Mütter Tränen wegwischen;
Nicht dass Gott sei wo er sein soll, nur dass der Teufel den Handel verschläft.
Führ bitte nicht dauernd dich selbst im Mund. Denk an jemand,
der oder die sich ebenso sorgt auf der Welt, betet wie du.

Übersetzt von MW, 21. März 2016

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GOD – for David Howard

三月 18, 2016

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GOD

god is for humans
god is for earthquakes
god is for bishops
god’s for the birds
god is for pawns
god is for efforts
god is for nothing
god’s beyond words

MW 3/16/16
For David Howard

Dav

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MOSCHEE UND CASINO 《赌场跟清真寺》 MOSQUE & CASINO

三月 18, 2016

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MOSCHEE UND CASINO

Moschee und Casino
haben Adam und Eva.
Das Casino in Singapur
am Botanischen Garten
empfängt mit Dali und mit Botero.
Boteros Adam und Eva
stehen am Eingang.
Weiß das der Künstler?
Kunst ist ein zweideutiges Ding.
Macht dich Poesie zum besseren Menschen?

Die Putrajaya-Moschee von Malaysia
steht hoch und herrlich.
Ich falte die Hände.
Eine alte Frau spricht mich an,
fragt mich, ob ich Muslim bin.
Ich sag nichts dagegen,
sie lässt mich ins Innere
und hilft mir Fotos schießen.
Ich weiß nicht, wie man betet,
das sieht sie und gibt mir einen Prospekt.
Es ist recht kompliziert.
In vierzig Minuten ist wieder Gebetszeit.
Hoffentlich kann ich teilnehmen?
Die Männer sind unten, die Frauen sind oben.
Der Prospekt informiert mich,
Adam und Eva waren Muslime.
Adam war gleich der erste Prophet.
Die Moschee hat auf Englisch auch den Koran.
Ich schlage das Buch auf.
Allah hat viele Zeichen gesendet.
Schlaf ist ein Zeichen,
genau wie die Schöpfung,
die Vielfalt von Sprachen und Farben.
Wir haben nicht genug Schlaf auf dieser Reise.
Ich schau hoch hinauf in die riesige Kuppel
und möchte Muslim sein,
versteh auch warum kein Bildnis erlaubt ist.
Eine halbe Stunde später sind wir beim Bier.
Ich frommer Muslim
glaub noch an die Schönheit.
Kunst und Poesie sind Zeichen von Allah.

Geschrieben auf Chinesisch am 28.1. 2016 um 3:27 in der Früh.
Deutsche Fassung vom März 2016


《赌场跟清真寺》

赌场跟清真寺有什么关系?
都有亚当和夏娃。
新加坡植物园赌场
有西班牙、哥伦比亚
艺术家 DALI, BOTERO
的作品。
BOTERO 的雕塑亚当和夏娃
放在赌场门前
艺术家自己会怎么想?
艺术是很暧昧的东西。
诗歌让你做更好的人吗?
马来西亚行政中心大清真寺
非常壮观
老年纪女人让我进去做礼拜
問我是穆斯林吗
我沉默不否认
可以随便进去
也可以照相。
她看出来我不知道怎么祈祷
就給我指示, 还解释很多。
不到一个小时有礼拜的时间。
男士下面, 女士在上。
欢迎我参加。
她給我的手册裏寫着
亚当和夏娃是穆斯林。
亚当就是第一位先知。
清真寺裏有古兰经
英语版读一片段
上帝安拉給人类的指示。
睡觉也是安拉的指示,
像创造世界所有的现象
包括不同的肤色和语言。
这几天我们都睡觉太少。
站在让你眼睛翱翔的大厅
我愿意做穆斯林
并明白為什麽禁止做偶像。
半个小时以后我们喝啤酒。
我这个虔诚的穆斯林
崇拜艺术的美丽。
美丽就是安拉的指示。

2016.1.28 凌晨3:27

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MOSQUE & CASINO

Mosque and casino
both have Adam and Eve.
The casino in Singapore
at the Botanical Garden
greets you with Dali and with Botero.
Botero’s sculptures Adam and Eve
at the gate of the casino.
What would the artist think of this sight?
Art is a rather ambivalent thing.
Poetry makes you a better person?
The mosque in Malaysia’s government district
is a sight to behold.
I am folding my hands.
An old lady asks me if I am a Muslim.
I just bow and keep silent,
so she lets me go in
and helps me taking pictures.
She sees I don’t know how to pray
so she gives me a folder and tries to explain.
There’ll be prayer time in forty minutes.
Men at the bottom, women up there.
She hopes I can make it.
The folder says
Adam and Eve were also Muslims.
Adam was the first Prophet.
The Mosque has Quran editions in English.
I flip through a section.
Allah bestows many signs on mankind.
Sleep is a sign,
along with creation
and languages and different colours.
We haven’t had enough sleep on this trip.
Soaring up with my eyes,
I think being a Muslim is good.
I know why it’s forbidden to make any idols.
Half an hour later we are drinking beer.
I am still a believer
in beauty in art.
Poetry and art are signs of Allah.

January 2016

Ru Ye Tochter

FAMILY RITUAL – 大朵

二月 25, 2016

Da Duo

Da Duo
FAMILY RITUAL

It has been a year.
I ask my mother
how father is doing over there.

Mother says my younger brother’s wife
has asked a wise woman,
who says father rides a yellow horse
to the market,
gets along with the neighbours,
he is content.

I ask her why
father went back to former times?
Didn’t we burn a paper car for him?

Mother says with a bitter smile,
“Maybe he can’t drive!”

Tr. MW, Febr. 2016

Da Duo family ritual

LIEBER GOTT

二月 20, 2016

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LIEBER GOTT

lieber gott,
faymann ist umgefallen.
bitte kürz ihm die mindestsicherung.
lieber gott,
pühringer war schon am boden.
bitte kürz ihm die mindestsicherung.
lieber gott,
pröll war die beste weltcupgesamtsiegerin.
bitte kürz ihm die mindestsicherung.
lieber gott,
häupl hat wenigstens in wien gewonnen.
bitte lass ihm die mindestsicherung.

Februar 2016

GOLD ON A BUDDHA – 湘莲子

二月 20, 2016

Xiang Lianzi

Xiang Lianzi
HOW TO STICK GOLD ON A BUDDHA IN THAILAND

Dodging the rain to get into the temple,
an attendant hands me a small piece of
gold foil.
I think this is like in the shopping centres;
they hand you a discount sticker at the entrance,
so I stick the gold foil next to my heart.

“You cannot stick gold on yourself!”

I am reminded,
you have to stick gold on the Buddha.
Wherever something is wrong,
where you don’t feel well,
you put the gold on that part of the Buddha,
and pray for protection.

So I take the foil from my chest
to rub it on him at the same spot.

1/24/16
Tr. MW, Feb. 2016

Xiang Lianzi stick gold foil on buddha

MALAYSIANS SHOOT UP THEIR WIVES – 白立

二月 19, 2016

Bai LI

Bai Li
MALAYSIANS CAN SHOOT UP THEIR WIVES

On the battlements of Malacca,
our guide told me (she is Malaysian of Chinese extraction)
there is a provision in their constitution:
Malaysian Muslims can have four wives
and screw them at once any way they please.
But Chinese can’t do that,
she said with a smirk.

But then Chinese men must use their cannons,
I told her at once.

January 2016
Tr. MW, Febr. 2016

Bai Li Malaysians can shoot up their wives

FASTENZEIT

二月 15, 2016

Yi Sha promotes Xu Jiang

FASTENZEIT

ein bisschen fasten
wär wirklich schön
40 tage keine kronenzeitung
40 tage null mikl-leitner
40 kurze tage kein kurz
40 tage keine begrenzten
keine nächstenliebebeschränker
keine rachenverbreiter
dann immer drei tage weiter
keine auferstehung!

MW Februar 2016

JOURNEY TO SOUTHEAST ASIA 《南行記》 part 1

二月 9, 2016
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THE MOON IS FASTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE

people are slow here
says our guide 
you have to get used to them
then it's dark in a jump
and the moon climbs very fast 
to her highest position
guess she is happy
to serve Chinese tour groups
so these few years
she runs faster and faster 

January 2016

 

SLEEPING PALACE

actually the palace is very still

tourists stream in and out

serious people stay in their pictures

the palace is sleeping in history

Bangkok, January 2016

IN THE EMPORIUM OF PRECIOUS STONES

in the emporium of precious stones
there is a smoking room
looks a bit like a prison.
men who need separation
quietly gather
with their heavy hearts
just for a short spell
then go on buying things

January 2016

TRANSVESTITES IN THAILAND  

“some are half-demon, half-demon, half human.”

I am sure our guide is a man.

He is open-minded, just like his country.

“We in China this, China that …”

I wish his China was a real country.

January 2016

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VACATION

let us go diving into the deep.

last year in august someone in tianjin

said one thousand people had died.

he was put in jail.

let us go diving.

elections this year in taiwan.

first female president.

let’s go now, let’s go.

these few days someone gave an interview

voice of freedom or something

said the city he lived in

was not free

autonomous region was not autonomous.

let us go diving now.

he got fourteen years.

he wasn’t the first.

let’s go now, go.

there’ll be other things planned for the afternoon.

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《南行記》

 

《月亮比别人快》

泰国月亮比别人快
导游说
这里人比较慢
你们要习惯
可天一下子就黑了。
月亮很快
爬得最高的位置。
我看月亮很积极
迎接中国的游客。
这几年大概
越来越快了。

2016. 1. 20

 

《皇宫睡覺》

泰國皇宫其實很安静。
游客游來游去。
遗像的人物
都比較嚴肅。
皇宫睡覺
在歷史裏。

2016.1.21

 

《寶石店吸煙室》

寶石店吸煙室
像臨時監獄。
需要隔開的男人
懷著沉重的氣氛
都自愿地集合。
關起來幾分鐘
然後繼續購物。

2016.1.22

 

《泰国人妖》

“有的是半妖,
半人半妖。”
我们华裔导游
肯定全是人。
而且思想开放,
就像他的国家。
“我们中国
怎么样怎么样…”
但愿中国
真是他的国家。

2016.1.22

 

《度假》

我们去潜水吧
去年八月份
有人说天津
死了一千
被关起来。
我们去潜水吧。
今年台灣选举
第一位女总统。
去吧, 去吧。
这几天
有人接受访问
自由之声
说他所在的城市
不自由
自治区不自治。
我们去潜水吧。
他被判十四年。
也不是第一人。
去吧, 去吧。
等到下午
还有别的项目。

2016.1.23

 

《不敢不完美》

 

到了新加坡
燕子导游解释
最严格的法律
听来崇拜法规
像泰国拜佛。

到了旅馆很晚。
还是開詩會。
过马路坐外面
可以抽烟。
只要烟蒂不扔。
点啤酒不能
一人一次一瓶那么多。

月亮在哪儿
在新加坡
月亮遵守严厉法律
否则打她的后面
月亮出彩云
就剛恰当。

2016.1.25

 

《詩會主義》

詩會主义好,
詩會主义好。
我们的新詩典人民地位高。
体制派被打倒,
作家协会夹着尾巴逃跑了。

2016.1.26

 

《赌场跟清真寺》

赌场跟清真寺有什么关系?
都有亚当和夏娃。
新加坡植物园赌场
有西班牙、哥伦比亚
艺术家 DALI, BOTERO
的作品。
BOTERO 的雕塑亚当和夏娃
放在赌场门前
艺术家自己会怎么想?
艺术是很暧昧的东西。
诗歌让你做更好的人吗?
马来西亚行政中心大清真寺
非常壮观
老年纪女人让我进去做礼拜
問我是穆斯林吗
我沉默不否认
可以随便进去
也可以照相。
她看出来我不知道怎么祈祷
就給我指示, 还解释很多。
不到一个小时有礼拜的时间。
男士下面, 女士在上。
欢迎我参加。
她給我的手册裏寫着
亚当和夏娃是穆斯林。
亚当就是第一位先知。
清真寺裏有古兰经
英语版读一片段
上帝安拉給人类的指示。
睡觉也是安拉的指示,
像创造世界所有的现象
包括不同的肤色和语言。
这几天我们都睡觉太少。
站在让你眼睛翱翔的大厅
我愿意做穆斯林
并明白為什麽禁止做偶像。
半个小时以后我们喝啤酒。
我这个虔诚的穆斯林
崇拜艺术的美丽。
美丽就是安拉的指示。

 

2016.1.28 凌晨3:27

 

《马来西亚英雄纪念碑》

 

他死得很光荣吗?
他去打仗都是
為自由ͺ 和平?
第一次世界大战
第二次世界大战
还有内战
他反正都是无奈的。
一九六六年
马来西亚首相让他们做
综合的纪念碑公园。
一战的碑已经有,
上面的名字都來自欧洲和印度。
給所有去打仗献出生命的同胞们
立纪念雕塑、 修一场公园
在我出生的一九六六年
也许好主义。

2016.1.28

 

《從東南亞满载而歸》

 

从东南亚满载而归
谢谢大家
谢谢荣斌
谢谢李振羽
说我寫詩跟拉稀一样快
谢谢笨笨
給我吃榴莲
谢谢君儿
給我买啤酒
谢谢湘莲子
催我喝咖啡
谢谢蒋涛
催大家上车
谢谢高歌
替我走私枕头
谢谢安琪
替我买床垫
谢谢如也
跟我过夜
读色情诗歌
谢谢邢昊
赞颂我的毛
等等
谢谢很多人寫我
谢谢导游
阿福阿平燕子小陈
还有最后一天
从加拿大留学回来的马来西亚导游
导游们教我们
怎么说谢谢
卡空卡
带你妈看戏
教我们
他们国家当代历史
和华人情况
金三角93军队
芭提雅人妖
新加坡崇拜法规
含泪宣布独立
马来西亚民族和选举
谢谢伊沙
到处開詩會
肯定破了记录
我们大家
满载而归

2016.1.29

AT FAMEN TEMPLE – 馬非

十一月 24, 2015

Ma Fei

Ma Fei 《在法門寺》
AT FAMEN TEMPLE

I want to believe
but I can’t see if it’s there

I don’t believe
but I’m worried if it exists

I want to express it
but I don’t dare to spit it out

2015
Tr. MW, 2015

Ma Fei Famen Tempel

Ma Fei 《在法門寺》
AM FAMEN-TEMPEL

ich möcht daran glauben
hab es aber nicht gesehen

ich glaub nicht daran
fürcht aber dass es existiert

ich möcht davon sprechen
wag es am end nicht zu sagen

2015
Übersetzt von MW, 2015

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READING ORDERS – Yi Sha 伊沙《閱讀指令》

十一月 18, 2015

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Yi Sha 《閱讀指令》
READING ORDERS

in these few days
I’ve read them again and again
four pages of orders
left behind by the suicide terrorists

“now is the time
you have to get up
get dressed as fast as you can”
so I get up
get dressed

“now is the time
go wash yourself
go to the bathroom
look into the mirror
get rid of unnecessary
small hairs on your face”
so I wash myself
and listen to
the sound of my razor

“now is the time
you have to go out
go downstairs call a taxi
when you sit in the cab
you will feel nervous
and the best method
against feeling nervous
you smile at the driver
when you get to the airport
you smile at everyone”
so I go out
call a cab, smiling

“now is the time
use your small dagger and your iron will
a massacre is about to begin”
I feel distracted –
are these two lines from a poem?
then something makes we weak altogether:
“now is the time
you must go through death
to enter paradise
the virgins in paradise
are already prepared
in their most beautiful clothes
to welcome you”
and so I decide
to give up the mission

they should not have said that
as soon as I read it I thought
maybe I don’t have to die
don’t have to kill so many people
to get at this thing

2001
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《阅读指令》

近些日子
我总是反复阅读
那些不要命的恐怖分子
在行动之前
得到的4页指令

上面说:现在
你该起床了
以最快的速度
穿好衣服
我就起床
穿好衣服

上面说:现在
你该洗漱
去卫生间
对着镜子
剃掉脸上
多余的毛发
我就洗漱
并且嗡嗡嗡地
剃须

上面说:现在
你该出门
下楼打车
坐上车子
你会感到紧张
而消除紧张的
最佳做法是
对司机微笑
到了机场
对你见到的每个人微笑
于是我就
出门、打车、微笑

上面说:现在
带着你的小刀和意志
一场屠杀就要开始
我被分了神
以为那是两行诗
而彻底使我软掉的是
上面说:现在
你就要穿越死亡
进入天堂
天堂的美女
已经穿好了
最美丽的衣裳
迎接你的到来
于是我就
放弃了一切行动

它不该说这个
它一说这个我就想
也许我犯不着死
犯不着杀那么多人
就能够得到这些

(2001)

EUROPÄISCHE WERTE – EUROPEAN VALUES – 歐洲價值觀

十一月 5, 2015

EUROPEAN VALUES

minister kurz
kurz means short
like short-term-memory
nickelsdorf worked rather well
the border with hungary
at least that’s what they say
as long as putin still let them through
or was it erdogan
some politician with christian values
anyway on the styrian border
austria and slovenia
we need a fence
let more people break down
don’t give them warmth and food all at once
we all need a fence
the whole government says
and a folder with values

and glory to god in the highest
and on earth peace, goodwill to men.

MW November 2015

 

EUROPÄISCHE WERTE

herr minister kurz
heisst eigentlich kurzzeitgedächtnis
nickelsdorf hat funktioniert
relativ jedenfalls
herr schützenkönig klingt überfordert
spielberg geht nicht so gut
man braucht einen zaun
dass noch mehr kollabieren
bevor sie wärme kriegen und essen
das sagt auf einmal die ganze regierung
und einen wertvollen folder dazu

und friede auf erden den menschen
die guten willens sind

MW November 2015

BRNO – BRÜNN – 布爾諾

十月 27, 2015

Brno_Autumn_2015

BRNO CATHEDRAL, SIDE ROOM FOR PRAYER

the light is still here
in this small room
there is also a lamp
do I have a prayer?
a small room for peace
maybe peace at large
it depends
you get up and leave
maybe you have grown
the light is still here

MW October 2015

 

BRÜNN
Peter & Paul, Kapelle

das licht ist noch da
hier im kleinen raum
es gibt auch eine lampe
was ist ein gebet?
in der stille ein kleiner raum
ein großer ort
es kommt darauf an
wenn du hinaus gehst bist du größer
jedenfalls älter
darauf kommt es nicht an
das licht ist noch da

MW 25. Oktober 2015

BRÜNN, SPIELBERG

oben auf der burg
ist ein rosiges licht
und ein bisschen nebel
man sieht noch genug
im restaurant gibt es schreckliche bilder
die ganze burg ist ein freundlicher ort
in diesem jahrhundert
für uns jedenfalls

MW 25. Oktober 2015

Brno_P8170103

BRNO: PETROV –
PETER AND PAUL CATHEDRAL

the light, the angel gabriel.
the evening light, the west, the east.
the train, the streetcar from the west.
the many towers of the town.
we don’t know where the light comes from.
the sun appears, the ancient stars.
we sleep, we wake,
we learn, we teach,
give birth and work.
we don’t know when the light goes out.
we know the morning comes again.
we don’t know where the light comes from.

MW August 2011

 

《布尔诺:彼得与保罗大教堂》

【奥地利】维马丁著
伊沙、老G译

这光明,这天使加百利。
这夕光,这西方,这东方。
这火车,这从西边驶来的街车。
这城市的众塔林立。
我们不知道光明来自何方。
太阳升起,群星永恒。
我们沉睡,我们苏醒,
我们学习,我们教育,
我们生育,我们劳作。
我们不知道光明何时熄灭。
我们只知道太阳照常升起。
我们不知道光明来自何方。

2011.8

BRÜNN, ST. PETER & PAUL

das licht, der engel gabriel;
das abendlicht, der morgenglanz;
der zug ost-west, die strassenbahn;
die vielen türme dieser stadt.
wir wissen nicht wo‘s licht herkommt.
die sonn zieht auf, das sternenmeer;
wir schlafen, wachen,
lernen, lehren;
wir arbeiten. und wir gebären.
wir wissen nicht wann es erlischt.
wir warten auf das morgenlicht.
wir wissen nicht, wo’s licht herkommt.

MW 2011 – 2015

廖亦武維也納朗誦會 – Liao Yiwu at Vienna Literaturhaus

十月 9, 2015

CAM00834

Liao Yiwu: Reading at Literaturhaus Vienna
Thursday, 8th of October 2015
PRISON. TEMPLE. (Long Poem) 廖亦武:監獄-寺廟
Liao Yiwu (China) Mein Gefängnis. Mein Tempel.
Übersetzt von Martin Winter. Veröffentlicht in Akzente, Sept. 2015。 Hg. von Herta Müller und Jo Lendle.
Moderator: Wolfgang Popp
Music: Liao Yiwu
Interpreter: Yeemei Guo

Akzente3_24960_MR1.indd

廖亦武:監獄-寺廟

今日冬至,一年中最長的夜
我想起司馬和尚,教我吹簫的師父
在監獄內縮著脖子
猶如一隻已經活夠一千年的烏龜

司馬和尚,或者烏龜的罪名
是顛覆共產黨國家。在遙遠的窮鄉僻壤
數不清的溪流從天上淌下來
帶著雲的倒影,牛羊在雲裡霧裡吃草的倒影
還有星星的倒影。晚秋時分
風兒如密集的響箭射過來,唸佛的和尚
偶爾在廟堂,袖手對若干香客
談論群山盡頭的北京
帝王之都,相當於《西遊記》裡
群魔亂舞的天朝。如果在古代
書生騎馬趕考,至少三個季節才能抵達
西天取經的唐三藏九死一生

不料朝廷鷹犬聞訊而至
這是發明了飛彈的當代,神往唐三藏一般
遠行朝佛的和尚,來不及告別晨鐘暮鼓
就遠行入獄。袈裟換囚服
這是另一個廟,見面禮
是獄吏的三記耳光。唯一的牙齒脫口而出
他拜倒在地,剎那頓悟

修行人啊,獄吏是另一尊佛
當時代如瘋狗,原地打轉
那就咬住自己的尾巴,原地打轉好了
於是日復一日,司馬和尚在傍晚
埋頭吹簫。中國人的歷史順著這竹管
如天上的溪流淌下來。莊子說
聽得見、寫得出的聲音和文字叫人籟
世間的生老病死、愛恨情仇都在其中
而高於人籟的是地籟
大地母親的聲音。石頭、泥巴、木頭和故鄉
太陽的陰莖翻來覆去抽送
種子發芽,村莊燒毀,戰亂突發,勇士回鄉
送葬的長隊爬攏坡地,殤歌裊裊之際
產婦的陣痛開始。有人問,這嬰兒誕生於
陰道還是地縫

無法回答
最高的哲學命題往往無法回答
比如我們從哪兒來、到哪兒去、我們是誰
在偉大的老子眼裡
一切的一切,都出自天籟
看不見、摸不著、聽不見的天籟
超越於我們,卻每時每刻
環繞在我們身邊。哦,西方人叫上帝
許多西方人懷疑上帝的在
許多中國人也懷疑天籟的在

為什麼叫上帝,為什麼叫天籟
為什麼叫天空,為什麼叫牛、羊、豬
還有狗,還有雞,還有雙關語
麵包象征丰富,枯葉暗示重病
獨裁暴君將老百姓比作牲畜,隨意宰割
世間種種命名從何而來?莊子説
如果一開始,我們把天空叫駿馬
那籠罩在人類頭頂的就叫駿馬
而不叫天空。雲
就叫不斷變幻的馬尾。風就叫馬屁
從原野徐徐吹過

司馬和尚繼續冥想
猶如此刻,我在柏林的冬至夜
寫一首叫“冥想和平”的詩,用舌尖品味
從四川老家捎過來的酒
有點辣,有點麻,有點回甜
監獄离故鄉太遠
監獄是司馬和尚這輩子抵達的
最遠的廟。相當於古印度的蘭毗尼
釋迦牟尼誕生地。也相當於今印度的達蘭薩拉
轉世中的達賴喇嘛和噶瑪巴
從西藏翻越喜馬拉雅山脈
流亡於此

老和尚不明白流亡的意義。坐牢的某日
他吹一段簫,讀一段《人民日報》
竟然問出產達賴喇嘛的“西藏”可是“西天”
對此我能說什麼,反正西藏是世界屋脊
緊貼著西天的肚皮。他接著問
無字天書可寫在西藏?對此
我更不能說什麼。反正那兒石頭滿山跑
如地老天荒的骷髏。腦門飄著經幡
風化的眼窩填滿六字真言。
《佛經》無祖國。正如
《聖經》《可蘭經》和《道德經》

所有美好經卷都無祖國
創造經卷的人呢
祖國在哪裡?高牆上下
鷹隼、囚徒或爬蟲的祖國在哪裡

司馬和尚是一條船
在虛無的波濤中
越漂越遠。他不認得西藏
可前世發源於雪域。正如長江的上游
是通天河。雅魯藏布江的下游
是雲南怒江。奔騰向南
是緬甸、老撾、泰國共有的湄公河
祖國和名稱變來變去,可水還是水
被《道德經》和《山海經》一吟三嘆的
峰迴路轉的水

各種語言裡發音不同的水
喝一口就知道
各種語言裡叫法不同的簫
吹一下就知道
各種語言裡形狀不同的船
坐上去就知道。
幾隻祖籍中國的烏鴉,不需要海關
就降落在德國,降落在
一個中國流亡者的庭院內
它們的呱呱鄉音,驚醒
在夢中學德語的我,以及
在松樹枝頭詩意棲居著的荷爾德林
司馬和尚還在吹簫。不不
夜很靜,多年前的老和尚
在我的幻覺裡吹簫。正如幻覺裡同時浮現
中國烏鴉和荷爾德林

這是一個和平的起點,荷爾德林因此
寫下《追憶》和《返鄉》
我在追憶,老和尚也在追憶
時間的此岸和彼岸,在追憶的剎那相聚
我在柏林,靈魂在追憶的剎那返鄉
老和尚在監獄,靈魂在追憶的剎那刑滿釋放

我牽住他虛無的手,漫步於
中國的上空。不不
獨裁中國早已分裂
這十幾億人口的地盤,重新拼湊成
幾十個聯邦。五花八門的意識形態
總統、議會和原始部落並存
歷經劫難的百姓終於安居樂業。葉落歸根
分裂思想卻繼續傳播。有人在選舉前夕
出演《哈姆雷特》:“生存還是毀滅”
有人卻在幕后鸚鵡學舌:“投票還是不投”
於是觀眾紛紛模仿驢叫:“不生存也不毀滅”
而一墻之隔
比梵蒂岡更小的鄰邦
“空談誤國”成為時尚,無所事事的
老子和李白,沒日沒夜飲酒、聊天、對弈
舉棋不定之際,孔子
從黃河出海口的魯國跑來圍觀,指點江山
道可道,非常道,老子笑道
仁弟好為人師,就罰你到青海柴達木做大使

沒料到孔子答應移民
他身長九尺,門徒三千
旅居了十幾個國家,以全球教育為己任
天蒼蒼,地茫茫
故鄉是回不去的遠古,況且
柴達木是鹽湖,可供人類吃幾十萬年
知識也是鹽,孔子即興演講
劫難記憶更是世世代代
不可缺少的鹽。史書記載著
毛澤東、鄧小平、大饑荒、改造
天安門屠殺、法輪功、西藏自焚
猶如德國史書記載著希特勒、猶太人、滅絕
六月十七日起義、昂納克、柏林牆
俄羅斯史書記載著列寧、集體農莊、斯大林
古拉格群島、冷戰和車城戰爭
所有罪惡檔案都深藏地下
不會屍體一般腐朽,也不會
種子一般發芽破土。“永遠不要再發生”
鐫刻在達豪集中營

“永遠不要再發生”鐫刻在
新疆、西藏、廣東、上海的海關、鬧市、墓地
鐫刻在北京故宮、四川人的菜譜、貴州人的
茅臺酒窖、浙江人的西湖
共產帝國、全球監控
喬治.奧威爾的《一九八四》
——“永遠不要再發生”

我吹簫,司馬和尚在我的氣息裡
吹簫。二十多年前
我們相逢獄中,誰曾想過
滄海桑田,老天
會不由自主變得更老
異國他鄉的囚籠是否
有吹簫的和尚?吹單簧管的神父
或吹巴烏的阿訇?一位擅長倉央嘉措情歌的活佛
在拉薩土牢關押多年。當獄吏
禁止吟唱,他心生恨意
卻隨之追悔。達賴尊者啊,這多麼危險
當歌喉被掐斷,我詛咒,我失去了
出家人應該的慈悲

比牆更高的是山

比山更高的還是山

你在夢中越獄
翻過牆、翻過山、翻過雲

俗話說“心比天高”
這個“心比天高”的監獄
誰能翻得過去

已在彼岸的司馬和尚
借我的軀殼如是說
冥想和平的孤鳥
在夜幕盡頭,如閃爍其辭的孤星
簫聲或風聲停了
起伏的樹影與瓦脊
轉瞬凝固,如舊電影裡
褪色的波濤
飲下最後的酒睡吧
最後的四川老家,睡吧
還有藏在樹影背後的荷爾德林
凍得發抖的白嘴烏鴉,早逝的
姐姐和父親,睡吧睡吧
誰的內心永無寧日

2013年歲末於柏林

KOLIK

10

十月 8, 2015

10

1) Thou shalt not display Oklahoma
2) Thou shalt not install Kansas
3) Thou shalt satisfy Utah
4) Ignore Kentucky
5) Thou shalt not take the name of any state of anything in vain
6) Remember Kentucky
7) Why Kentucky?
8) Honor Kentucky
9) No graven images of Kentucky
10) Thou shalt not covet Texas

MW October 2015

PRAYER – 祈祷 – GEBET

十月 7, 2015
Photo by Anat Zecharia

Photo by Anat Zecharia

PRAYER

sacred light wherever you are
let me stand look at peace
you are a tree thicket shrub
you are a house
you are the sparkle
you are the splendour
heard with the birds
sacred light wherever you are
let us stand look at peace
you are time
you are space
you are the heavens
in our hearts
sacred light wherever you are
grant us peace grant us wonder
grant us work
grant us leisure intercourse
grant us listening to each other
amen

MW July 2014, English Oct. 2015

祈祷

聖光你在哪儿
讓我站立静看
你是棵树
叢林草木
是房屋
燦爛
豔麗
在鳥鸣里
聖光你在哪儿
讓咱站立静看
看时间
看地方
看天堂
在咱心里
聖光你在哪儿
求你奉安静
奉驚奇
工作、休閒、游玩
奉我们交談
倾聽對方
阿門

2014-2015

 

GEBET

heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass mich stehen stille schauen
du bist ein baum ein busch ein strauch
du bist ein haus
du bist der glanz
du bist die pracht
im vogelruf
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass uns stehen stille schauen
du bist die zeit
du bist der ort
du bist der himmel
in unseren herzen
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
gib uns stille gib uns staunen
gib uns arbeit
gib uns muße spiel gespräche
gib uns aufeinanderhören
amen

MW Juli 2014

GODDESS OF MERCY – 日月念念

九月 30, 2015

Goddess of Mercy

Riyue Niannian
YUANTONG TEMPLE, GODDESS OF MERCY

Tu Ya says Guanyin looks friendly.
I say Guanyin is very close.
Tu Ya says Guanyin is looking at me.
I say, she looks at you wherever you go.

8/13/15
Tr. MW, Sept. 2015

Riyue Niannian
BODHISATTVA IM YUANTONG-TEMPEL

Tu Ya sagt Guanyin schaut freundlich.
Ich sage, sie ist uns nah.
Tu Ya sagt Guanyin schaut mich an.
Ich sage, sie schaut dich an egal wo du hin gehst.

13. August 2015
Übersetzt von MW im Sept. 2015

Riyue Niannian

KATASTROPHE

八月 3, 2015

GASSE

Hinter dem Bahnhof das Hotel Fuchs.
Fuchsgasse hat meine Oma gewohnt.
Die Wohnung war von einem Juden.
Ihr Mann war im Krieg.
Ist im Krieg geblieben.
Eine Wohnung mit Wasser draußen am Gang.
Meine Oma mit Kind.
Sie ist fast verhungert gleich nach dem Krieg.
Läuft nackt aus dem Haus und kommt nach Steinhof.
Steinhof war ein Ort des Schreckens in Wien.
Eine schöne Kirche von Otto Wagner.
Meine Oma hat viel gearbeitet.
Der Jude ist lange noch dort gestanden.
Mariahilferstraße.
Hat hingeschaut zu seiner Wohnung.
Noch mehrere Tage.
Meine Oma wars nicht hat sie gesagt.
Niemand in der Familie.
Niemand den sie gekannt hat.
Der Jude ist tagelang noch dortgestanden.
Meine Oma hat Maria geheißen.

MW 1. August 2015

 

KATASTROPHE

maia gibt leo eine schallende ohrfeige
ich gebe maia eine schallende ohrfeige
alle weinen

MW Juli/August 2015

Vaterunser

DAS WICHTIGSTE
– für Daniel

das wichtigste war nicht das klo
das klo war wichtig und interessant
es ging um gerechtigkeit
ich hab das gedicht dann ganz übersetzt
wir haben es diskutiert
am lcb in berlin
ein workshop für übersetzer
das wichtigste war die gretchenfrage
wie hältst du es mit der religion
ich sing gerne mit
beim abendmahl bin ich gern dabei
aber ich bin nicht in der kirche
es hat sich so ergeben
ich glaube gern an die revolution
in china glaub ich nicht an die linke
an den widerstand ja
aber nicht an die linken
bevor sie nicht kacken
auf den vorsitzenden
wie hält es yi sha
mit der religion?
er glaubt an poesie
poesie macht dich zu einem besseren menschen
stimmt leider nicht immer
hab ich ihm gesagt
schau dir nur deinen papiertiger an

MW 2. August 2015

 

OSTERN

Christus starb 1944.
Christus starb 1943.
Christus starb 1942.
Christus starb 1941.
Leider auch früher
und später.
Christus starb im Holocaust.
Marc Chagall hat es gemalt.

MW 2. August 2015

BERLIN, GEDÄCHTNISKIRCHE

七月 27, 2015

CAM00773

MEMORIAL CHURCH, BERLIN

you say you need shoes
you need underwear
the statue of christ
in the new church seems to float in the air
let’s go eat

MW July 2015

柏林纪念教堂

你需要新鞋子
你需要买内裤
墙上的耶稣
飘在空中
我们去吃东西吧

2015/7

BERLIN, GEDÄCHTNISKIRCHE

du sagst du brauchst schuhe
du brauchst unterwäsche
die christusgestalt
im neuen haus scheint zu schweben
gehen wir essen

MW Juli 2015

PAPIER VERBRANNT – 沈浩波

七月 24, 2015

Stralsund Tor

Shen Haobo 《差点入狱的那一年之有事烧纸》
IN DEM JAHR ALS ICH FAST IM GEFÄNGNIS WAR HAB ICH PAPIER VERBRANNT

wenn ich es erzähle wirst du mich auslachen
aber auf dieser geheiligten erde
sag am besten nicht
dass du nie und nimmer
so etwas machen wirst

ich ging zum schluss zu einem großen wahrsager
er hat seinen stand beim lamatempel
drei geheiligte kupfermünzen
hält er in seiner hand
sie entscheiden über mein schicksal

“in den trigrammen steht es ganz klar,
für dich gibt es unglück, gefängnis
wenn nicht ein jahr
dann gleich zehn jahre.
einen hat es schon vorher erwischt,
stimmt es nicht?”

— es stimmt verdammt zu genau

“du bist geboren zur mitternachsstunde
im monat der dieser zeit zugehört
wir haben ein hasenjahr
da gibt es einen konflikt
und deine beiden mitternachtszeiten
das macht es noch schlimmer
du hast durch die jahre
behörden geärgert
jemand im amt will dich zurichten
oder stimmt es nicht?”

— es stimmt verdammt zu genau
meister, gibt es noch ein mittel?

der meister brummt vor sich hin
ist es das?

meister, wieviel geld?
ist es das?
… …

so hab ich drei tage
mit meiner frau
um mitternacht
draußen geistergeld verbrannt

108 weisse seiten
aufgetürmt als silberbarren
an der ersten kreuzung südostwärts
von unserer wohnung
in richtung nordwesten verbrannt

433 weisse seiten
aufgetürmt als silberbarren
an der ersten kreuzung nordwestwärts
von unserer wohnung
in richtung südosten verbrannt

im november im kalten wind
wir sind dick eingewickelt
wie ein zottelbärpaar
hocken wir an der kreuzung, verbrennen papier
murmeln heiligen zauber
… …

du sagst am besten nicht
dass du nie und nimmer so etwas tust
die klinge fürs heu
sitzt an deiner kehle
die schüssel fürs blut macht ihren mund auf
der abschied ist nahe
es gibt noch zeit fürs zappeln

irgendwas musst du tun
dir etwas vormachen
dass du noch kämpfst

Frühling 2014
Übers. v. MW, 2015

 

沈浩波
差点入狱的那一年之有事烧纸

说出来你会笑我
但在这片神奇的土地上
最好别告诉我说
你永远都不会去干
这等鸟事

我终于去拜见一位算命的大师
他就在雍和宫摆摊
三枚神奇的铜钱
握在他掌心
决定我的命运

“卦象非常明显
你有牢狱之灾
不是1年
就是10年
前面已经进去一个了
准不准?”

——太他妈准了

“你是子月子时生人
今年是卯兔之年
子卯相冲
你有两个“子”
冲得厉害
你流年犯官
当官的要整你
准不准?”

——太他妈准了
大师,可有解救之策?

大师沉吟片刻
这个嘛?

大师,多少钱?
这个嘛?
……

于是连续3天
我带着老婆
在夜晚子时
出门烧纸

108张白纸
叠成元宝
在我家东南第一个十字路口
面向西北烧

433张白纸
叠成元宝
在我家西北第一个十字路口
面向东南烧

11月寒冷的秋风中
两个裹得严严实实
狗熊般的男女
在路口蹲着烧纸
嘴里念念有词
……

不要对我说
这种鸟事你永远都不会干
铡刀就在头顶
血盆大口已经张开
生死离别之前
还有些许蹦跶的时间

总得干点儿什么
假装自己
还在挣扎

2015/3

SCH-SCH-T-TOT-T-TT-TERN – 伊沙维也纳朗诵会 – S-S-ST-T-T-TUT-T-TER-RING

五月 16, 2015
Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Yi Sha 《结结巴巴》
S-S-ST-T-T-TUT-T-TER-RING

m-m-my s-st-tut-t-ter-r-ring t-trap
d-d-dis-s-sab-b-bl-led c-c-cla-p-t-trap
c-c-can-n-t g-g-et a-a b-bit-te i-int-to m-my b-brain
and l-look a-at m-my l-legs

y-you-your f-f-fly-i-ing spit
y-y-your m-mildewed s-slime
m-m-my w-weary l-lungs
a-are f-f-full o-of g-grime

I n-need t-to b-b-break out
f-f-from y-y-your s-sp-pout-ting s-song
b-break o-out o-of y-your h-house

m-m-my sh-shoot-t-ting t-t-tongue
m-m-mach-chine g-g-gunn f-fire
it feels so good

i-in m-m-my s-st-tut-t-ter-ring l-life
the-there a-are n-no g-ghosts
ju-just l-llook at-t m-my f-face
I d-d-don’t c-care!

1991
Tr. MW, 2015

Yi Sha 《结结巴巴》
ST-STO-TO-TT-TERN

m-mein st-sto-to-tt-ternd-der m-mund
b-b-behind-dderter schschlund
b-b-bei-sst- s-ich wund
an m-meinem r-rasenden hirn
und m-meine b-beine –

euer t-trief-fend-der,
schschimmliger schschleim
m-meine l-lunge
i-ist m-müd’ und hin

i-ich w-will r-r-aus
aus eurem g-gross-a-artiggen rh-rhythmus
a-aus eurem h-haus

m-m-meine
sch-schp-prache
m-masch-schinengewehr-s-salven
es tut so gut

in m-meinem st-stott-ttoterndem r-reim
auf m-mein l-leben g-gibt es k-keine l-leich-chen
s-s-seht m-mich a-an
m-m-mir i-ist all-les g-gleich!

1991
Übersetzt von MW im April 2013

<結結巴巴>

結結巴巴我的嘴
二二二等殘廢
咬不住我狂狂狂奔的思維
還有我的腿

你們四處流流流淌的口水
散著霉味
我我我的肺
多麼勞累

我要突突突圍
你們莫莫莫名其妙
的節奏
急待突圍

我我我的
我的機槍點點點射般
的語言
充滿快慰

結結巴巴我的命
我的命裡沒沒沒有鬼
你們瞧瞧瞧我
一臉無所謂

1991

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Yi Sha 《精神病患者》
GEISTESKRANKE

theoretisch
weiß ich nicht
wie es sich äußert
wenn eine geisteskrankheit ausbricht
ich hab nur gesehen
in diesem land
in dieser stadt
wenn ein geisteskranker loslegt
streckt er den arm hoch und bricht aus
in parolen
der revolution

1994
Übersetzt von Martin Winter 2013

《精神病患者》

從理論上講
一個精神病患者的發作
應該是怎樣的
我不知道
我只看到
在這個國家
在這座城市
一個精神病患者的發作
往往是振臂高呼
一串革命口號

1994

Yi Sha《精神病患者》
MENTAL PATIENTS

theoretically
I don’t know
how it should be
when a mental patient
suffers an outbreak
but what I have seen
in this country
in this city –
a mental patient suffers an outbreak:
up goes his arm
out come the slogans of revolution

1994
Tr. MW, 2013-2014

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Photos and videos by Beate Maria Wörz

Yi Sha 《我想杀人》
ICH MÖCHTE JEMANDEN UMBRINGEN

ich fühle mich etwas komisch
ich will jemanden töten

oh! das war letztes jahr
herbst kroch über das laub

zwanzig todeskandidaten
am flussufer nördlich der stadt

“peng! peng!”
einer wurde aufgeschnitten

in der folgenden operation
erhielten WIR eine niere

1994
Übersetzt von MW 2012

《我想殺人》

我有點不大對勁了
– 我想殺人
噢!那是去年
在爬滿落葉的秋天
二十名死囚被押往
北郊的河灘
“砰!砰!”
其中一個被剖腹取腎
在隨後進行的手術中
移植寡人

1994

Yi Sha 《我想殺人》
I WANT TO KILL

I am feeling a little strange
– I want to kill someone
Oh! It was last year
autumn crept over the leaves
twenty death candidates lined up
at the river north of the city
„Peng! peng!“
One of them was cut open
and in the following operation
We got a kidney

1994
Tr. MW, 2015

angewandte2

Yi Sha 《9/11心理报告》
9/11 AUF DER COUCH

erste sekunde mund offen scheunentor
zweite sekunde stumm wie ein holzhuhn
dritte sekunde das ist nicht wahr
vierte sekunde kein zweifel mehr da
fünfte sekunde das brennt nicht schlecht
sechste sekunde geschieht ihnen recht
siebte sekunde das ist die rache
achte sekunde sie verstehen ihre sache
neunte sekunde die sind sehr fromm
zehnte sekunde bis ich drauf komm
meine schwester
wohnt in new york
wo ist das telefon
bitte ein ferngespräch
komme nicht durch
spring zum computer
bitte ins internet
email ans mädl
zitternde finger
wo sind die tasten
mädl, schwester!
lebst du noch?
in sorge, dein bruder!

2001
Übersetzt 2013 von Martin Winter

Yi Sha
9.11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH

Ist second: mouth barn-door open
2nd second: wooden-chicken stiff
3rd second: couldn’t believe it
4th second: it must be true
5th second: what a great fire
6th second: well they deserve it
7th second: this is retribution
8th second: these buggers have guts
9th second: must be their religion
10th second: before I realize
my own little sister
lives in new york
I need a telephone
long distance call!
can’t get a connection!
I go storming for a computer
where is the internet
typing out characters
writing an email
shaky fingers
“sister, sister!
are you alive?
your elder brother is worried sick!”

2001
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

9/11心理報告

第1秒鐘目瞪口呆
第2秒鐘呆若木雞
第3秒鐘將信將疑
第4秒鐘確信無疑
第5秒鐘隔岸觀火
第6秒鐘幸災樂禍
第7秒鐘口稱復仇
第8秒鐘崇拜歹徒
第9秒鐘感嘆信仰
第10秒鐘猛然記起
我的胞妹
就住在紐約
急撥電話
要國際長途
未通
扑向電腦
上網
發伊妹兒
敲字
手指發抖
“妹子,妹子
你還活著嗎?
老哥快要急死了!”

2001

EAT A PAGODA – 西娃

四月 2, 2015

eat pagoda

Xi Wa 《吃塔》
EAT A PAGODA

somewhere in the south on a restaurant table
I saw a pagoda
of red shining pork
(I hope I don’t remember its name)
when it appeared
I gazed on that thing
couldn’t take off my eyes

all the other dishes
had become worshippers
I was a worshipper
until I remembered
where I was born
in tibet
all those believers around a pagoda
their heads on the ground, offering incense
I was one of them
now I am one of them here

all those years, I kept my respect
for the mystery of a pagoda
I also kept my taboos about foods
looking at this pagoda of pork
red dazzling meat
I understand what appetite means:
people will eat all they can eat
and they will eat up all things they can’t

raising their chopsticks, sharing the food
the shining pagoda
pork dazzling red
I didn’t hear any sound
but it was as if I could see the dust
the rumbling dust
of our beliefs prostate on the ground
shoved down the throats of other people
their juices have no taboos
they clear it up without any sound

Tr. MW, Febr. 2014

OTHER SIDE – 西娃

四月 2, 2015

andere seite

Xi Wa 《墙的另一面》
OTHER SIDE

my single bed
was always against the eastern wall
on the other side
except unfamiliar neighbours
what could it be?

every night
I nestled against the wall
sleeping soundly

until my Persian cat
ran to the neighbours
only then I saw
a huge Christ on the cross
on the other side of my wall

“ah!”
all night, all night
I have slept soundly in Jesus’s back
… as the faithful Buddhist I am!

2014-03-14
Tr. MW, April 1-2, 2015

Xi Wa 《墙的另一面》
ANDERE SEITE

mein einzelbett
steht immer schon an der ostwand
auf der anderen seite
außer den nachbarn die ich nicht kenne
was kann da schon sein?

jede nacht
lehn ich mich an die wand
so schlaf ich gut ein

bis meine perserkatze
zu den nachbarn rennt
dann erst seh ich
auf der anderen seite von meiner wand
hängt ein riesiger christus am kreuz

“ah … …”
die ganze nacht, jede nacht
hab ich an seinem rücken so gut geschlafen
… ich fromme buddhistin!

2014-03-14

Übers. v. MW am 1. April 2015

COLOR AND SPACE – 君兒 Jun Er

三月 28, 2015

Please take a look at my previous translations of Jun Er’s poems:以前翻譯了《針織廠》 KNITTING MILL《鼠鈔》 RAT NOTES《海棠花開》 CRABAPPLE BLOSSOMS。Today I have translated five poems – two into English, three into German. 今天翻譯了《懷念》、《色與空》、《啤酒花的來歷》、《給不在世的姐姐算命》、《一天》。別的也很喜歡。《歌鐘》、《體內異端》。。。
都因為碰到《熱愛讓我擁抱了它們的名字》很喜歡,一時不能翻譯,就翻到其他的。。。

color and space

Jun Er
COLOR AND SPACE

my son – I hadn’t thought
the embarrassment I had met with
you would know it all over
our skin for example
we are those mesons
another kind
between black and yellow people
white in africa
dark in asia
what if we feel proud of ourselves?
and why the hell not?

2009
Tr. MW, 2015

one day

Jun Er
ONE DAY

sometimes I admire foreign women
sometimes I shop at taobao.com
sometimes I come home with garbage
sometimes my half soles come out of my shoes

May 2013
Tr. MW, March 2015

Sehnsucht

Jun Er
SEHNSUCHT

lass mich hier im zimmer sitzen
sehnsucht verstehen
sehnsucht nach fremden phänomenen
leuchten zwanzigtausend jahr
in der ferne
in zwanzigtausend stillen jahren
bist du gekommen
bist verflogen
hast mir lauter blüten gemalt
auf meinen sutren
lass andere generationen
riechen und einander finden
om mani padme hum
lass meine gebetsmühlen fliegen

2004
Übers. v. MW, 2015

Hopfen

Jun Er
WOHER KOMMT DAS BIER?

das bier das wir trinken
ist aus gerste gebraut und einem kraut namens hopfen
das kraut hat dornen und viele namen bei uns schlangenhanf
es bringt den geschmack ein bisschen bitter

Übers. v. MW im März 2015

wahrsagen

Jun Er
WAHRSAGEN FÜR MEINE SCHWESTER IM HIMMEL

große schwester
früher hab ich bücher verwendet
jetzt sitz ich am computer
rechne dein schicksal aus
ein horoskop
für jemanden der nicht mehr auf der welt ist
gibt es etwas absurderes
du hattest 46 punkte
ich 58
wir hatten beide zuwenig
12 punkte unterschied
du besuchst die gelben quellen
ich kleb noch am staub dieser welt
faul. schläfrig. wehr mich…
große schwester
schnee auf dem bildschirm
find dein gesicht, deine stimme nicht mehr
wo du jetzt bist
was ist das für eine welt
braucht man dort auch sechzig punkte
um durchzukommen
wie viele wiedergeburten
haben wir dann zuwenig punkte gemeinsam
in der wievielten komma wievielten
wievielten welt

2012
Übers. v. MW, 2015/3

BRATISLAVA (Pressburg, Poszony, Little Big City)

一月 6, 2015

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Morgensonne, noch nicht stark.
Licht, ausgegossen über der Stadt.
Ein bisschen Schnee.

Die Stadt ist gebrochen, auf eine Art.
Die Stadt ist noch da.
Auf den Hügeln singen die Vögel.

Eine Messe auf Latein.
Beethoven aufgeführt alle zwei Jahr.
Judengasse über der Autobahn.

Man tut was man kann.
Gerichte mit Brimsen sind wirklich nicht schlecht.
Das Hotel ist sehr schön.

MW 2014-01-04

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BRATISLAVA (Pressburg, Poszony, Little Big City)

morning sun not yet strong –
light spilled over the town.
a little snow.

the city’s broken, somehow.
the town is still there.
birds alive on the hills –

a mass read in latin.
beethoven sung here every two years –
jewish museum across the highway.

you do what you can.
very nice dishes with cheese –
the hotel’s rather good.

MW January 2015


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VATER UND TOCHTER

十二月 27, 2014

nzz_spielzeug_di9dez14

Vielleicht ist das wie Gott uns sieht 001

Vielleicht ist das wie Gott uns sieht 3 002

 

Maia

 

TANGLED IN ZEN – 西娃 Xi Wa

十一月 26, 2014

Xi Wa

Xi Wa 《缠中禅》
TANGLED IN ZEN

I’m carrying a pack of poems to see my master.
In winter, three years since I left him.

He’s smoking cigars, listening to music he sits at the gate.
Takes all five hours to read my poems,
sometimes I think he has passed away.

I love his approval more than my poetry.
So I pour him tea, pat his back; then I light up my cigarette.
“Fine, very fine,” puts my papers aside,
“I am saying, some are not spoiled by your language.”

2013-10-15
Tr. MW, Nov. 2014

Yi Sha 伊沙: IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN

十月 15, 2014

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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

Yi Sha Trauer

MARTIN WINTER: READING AT VERMONT STUDIO CENTER

十月 9, 2014

MARTIN WINTER: SUNDAY 0CT. 5TH 2014 VERMONT STUDIO CENTER READING

Here is a link to our reading at Vermont Studio Center on SoundCloud. 伊沙、维马丁在美国佛蒙特创作中心朗诵的录音

JEWISH QUARTER ON A SUNDAY

SEPTEMBER MORNING

BRNO: PETER AND PAUL CATHEDRAL

IMAGINE

HOPE YOU HAD A HAPPY MOON

晚报! 晚报!早有早报,晚有晚报。不是不报,时间未到!

CHAIRMAN, THERE IS NOTHING TO DESCRIBE, THERE IS NOTHING, THE WORLD, ANNABELLE ……

Reading

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 in Prague, Oct. 2011

《礼拜天的犹太区》

风琴和唱诗班开唱
房子上的人死了
银行里的人死了
邮局里的人死了
城里的房子旧了
大街和小巷旧了
风琴和唱诗班开唱
镇上来的孩子死了
镇上来的老人死了
镇上来的女人死了
镇上来的男人死了
风琴和唱诗班开唱
教堂里的天使死了
光明中的使者死了
黑暗中的雕像死了
大街和小巷旧了
城里的房子旧了
风琴和唱诗班开唱

2011.10.布拉格
(伊沙 译)

HAVING MY VISA REFUSED – Yi Sha

十月 8, 2014

Essen Yi Sha

Yi Sha
HAVING MY VISA REFUSED AT THE AMERICAN EMBASSY

all morning till noon
one hundred people in a small room
like smuggled in a container
among boring figures and faces
a beautiful girl studying ballet
brings us all to attention

before my meeting with the official
I have a bit of bad feeling
among the people who get a visa
not one man under 50
only two men
an old guy with his wife
and one so small he doesn’t reach to the counter
America’s scared
they are really afraid
must be scared of our men!
holy shit! visa-official with a big beard
looks like a muslim, much more than me
much more like a terrorist
he doesn’t deliberate
he’s very sure he’s refusing my visa
must have seen something in my eyes
we say big apes cherish each other
he saw some deep hidden blood lust
an intention to immigrate
he’s reading the signs
the great li taibo from the tang dynasty moving to persia
no fucking international jokes please

holding my head up while taking my leave
I see the ballet girl was also refused
at another counter by a black woman
but she’s one happy duckling
flying outside with a song on her lips
“her parents were forcing her to go to america …”
someone from the crowd knows how it is

2004
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙
《在美国使馆遭拒签》

整个上午
一百个人挤在一个不大的厅里
像挤在一条偷渡船的仓底
在等待签证的百无聊赖中
一个学芭蕾的美少女
成为全场的最大姣点

在与签证官见面之前
我已经有点底虚了
我怎么瞧着被签的人中
几乎没有青壮年的男人
有那么两个
一个是带着老伴的老头
一个是个头够不到窗口的侏儒
美国怕了
真的怕了
他们现在怕男人
哇靠!大胡子的签证官
其实比我长得
更接近于穆斯林
也更像个恐怖分子
他未加丝毫考虑
坚定不移地拒签我
难道是猩猩惜猩猩
他一眼便瞧出了我眼中
深藏不露的杀气
移民之嫌
有此迹象乎
大唐李白想要移民波斯
你他妈甭跟老子开国际玩笑了

在我扬长而去之时
那个学芭蕾的美少女
也被另一窗口的黑女人拒签
她真是快乐得像只欲飞的小鸭子
欢叫着离开此地
“一准儿是她父母逼着她去美国……”
队伍里有人做出了正确的判断

(2004)

PULLED DEMONS – Chen Moshi

九月 14, 2014

PULLED DEMONS

Chen Moshi
PULLED DEMONS

I say, there are some films and TV-series nowadays not bad at all,
like those hand-pulled demons.

Pulling those demons comes after the demons chop down people,
comes after they are still happy from having chopped down people.

Those Japanese demons come from across the sea,
they loose their souls anyway on the long journey.

Actually, I have only seen chicken ripped apart with bare hands,
they also have duck meat in handy bits, and then pulled beef, pork, dog legs.
“Pulled demons”, must be the will of the gods.

Pulled demons, that’s really not very easy.
If we see them one day, let us have some together!

Tr. MW, Sept. 2014

GEBET 祈祷

七月 24, 2014

TREE

祈祷

聖光你在哪儿
讓我站立静看
你是棵树
叢林草木
是房屋
燦爛
豔麗
在鳥鸣里
聖光你在哪儿
讓咱站立静看
看时间
看地方
看天堂
在咱心里
聖光你在哪儿
求你奉安静
奉驚奇
工作、休閒、游玩
奉我们交談
倾聽對方
阿門

2014-2015

GEBET

heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass mich stehen stille schauen
du bist ein baum ein busch ein strauch
du bist ein haus
du bist der glanz
du bist die pracht
im vogelruf
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass uns stehen stille schauen
du bist die zeit
du bist der ort
du bist der himmel
in unseren herzen
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
gib uns stille gib uns staunen
gib uns arbeit
gib uns muße spiel gespräche
gib uns aufeinanderhören
amen

MW Juli 2014

PIRAN ST. FRANCIS

GEBET BUCHRUHEVISITORS

FUSSBALLWELTMEISTERSCHAFT 1998 – Yi Sha

七月 15, 2014

Yi Sha
FUSSBALLWELTMEISTERSCHAFT 1998

gäbe es keine weltmeisterschaft
schaute ich heute nacht in die sterne
dächte an große fragen der menschheit
meditierte im dunklen zimmer
im großen und weichen
simmonsbett säße ich
und sagte sutren auf
bis im osten der tag anbräche
morgenrot den himmel erfüllte
aber —
gäbe es keine weltmeisterschaft
wäre ich sicher nicht wach

Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

伊沙
1998:世界杯足球赛侧记

假如没有世界杯
今夜的我就要仰望星空
想一些有关人类的大问题了
在黑暗的房间中
在宽大而柔软的
席梦思床上打坐
口中念念有词
直到东方破晓
朝霞满天
可是 —
假如没有世界杯
我压根儿就不会醒来

MORE SOCCER! 

WATCHING THE CAPITAL STADIUM

Football: 3 LIGHTERS – 伊沙 Yi Sha

六月 12, 2014
photo: Scott Savitt

photo: Scott Savitt

Yi Sha
3 LIGHTERS

in my first two days in lhasa
I bought two lighters
one with a picture of robben
the other with messi
they were both useless
breathless entirely
on this snowy highland
on the roof of the world
even lighters
show a reaction
even soccer stars
can’t keep up the flame
but on the third day
we went up the potala
when we came down again
at the bottom
in a small shop
I bought another one
this lighter had no problem at all
it showed a picture
of a living buddha

May 2012
Tr. MW, June 2014

Yi Sha
3 FEUERZEUGE

in meinen ersten zwei tagen in lhasa
kaufte ich zwei feuerzeuge
eines mit robben
eines mit messi
beide nutzlos
ausser atem
auf der hochebene
auf dem dach der welt
sogar feuerzeuge
werden höhenkrank
sogar fußballstars
geht hier das feuer aus
aber am dritten tag
waren wir im potala
und darunter
auf dem rückweg
in einem kleinen laden
kaufte ich ein feuerzeug
das funktionierte einwandfrei
auf ihm war ein
lebender buddha

Mai 2012
Übersetzt von MW im April 2014

伊沙
《三只打火机》

到达拉萨头两天
我先后买了
两只打火机
一只上贴罗本
一只上贴梅西
都不好使
差一口气
在这雪域高原
在这世界屋脊
连打火机
都有高原反应
连足球明星
都熄火了
但是第三天
我们登上布达拉宫
然后下来
在它下面的
小商店里
买的打火机
却没有任何问题
它的上面
贴着活佛

2012年5月

More soccer in China – YI SHA: THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING

YI SHA: FAMOUS WORDS IN A DREAM

三月 28, 2014

Yi Sha

FAMOUS WORDS IN A DREAM

 

in this dream I swim up in the atmosphere

someone pulls me by the hair

leads me upwards

up to the top

I see his face

oh! master

my great teacher

you left your famous words in my dream

about my life when I wake up

you said: “the truth shall set you free”

 

2002

Tr. MW, 2014/3

 

伊沙
梦中名言

此梦仿佛在大气中游泳
有人揪住我的头发
朝上将我引向
大气之巅
我看见他的脸
哦!我的大师
我的师傅
你留在我梦中的名言
正指向我梦外的人生
你说:“真相使你自由”

2002

Tanks Uighur Girl

Kosice (科西策)

六月 23, 2013

Exhibition
Kosice diary

Lovely town. Sleepy. Great central square. Or main street. Everybody out there on Friday night, who is not in the other beer gardens. Or begging. First rain-free night in ages, maybe. Rivers all full. Still chilly, just a little. Blankets on the seats outside. Great cathedral, we haven’t been inside yet. They had a great mass, with TV. People standing on the steps outside, and kneeling. Wonder how it was under Socialism. Much sleepier? Sleep of reason breeds … how does that go? What reason? Goya. Modernism, Kosice Modernism. An exhibition advertised around town, or a book, or an event. In Slovak, so I’m not sure. 。。。(click for more)

Olomouc diary

Brno poem (We don’t know where the light comes from)

Trebic poem (Typical Central European town, Jewish heritage etc.)

2011 poem (a year of protests, dissidents…)

YI SHA: Mount Luofu

四月 23, 2013

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Yi Sha
MOUNT LUOFU

god’s not in his temple.

god sits in the tourist cable car.
little girl blowing soap bubbles.
god sailing up to the peaks.
gold-rimmed bubble, little sun.

god’s in the shop halfway up.
rat’s brood in alcohol.
open the lid after a year –
kills with one bite. immortal snake.

dealers in demons. godless at heart.

(2012)

Tr. MW, April 2013

More from Yi Sha

Yi Sha in German

《罗浮山》

神不在庙里

神是坐在观光缆车上

吹肥皂泡的小女孩

神是飞向层峦叠嶂

小太阳般镶金边的泡泡

神是半山坡的小店里

泡在药酒里的老鼠崽

是泡了一年后揭开瓶盖

一口把人咬死的不死蛇精

装神弄鬼的人心中没有神

(2012)

ostermontag

四月 1, 2013

ostermontag

ostermontag ist schön.
man kann die autos zählen
man geht nach emmaus
klingt gar nicht hebräisch.
die meisten sind weg.
ich mein’ nicht die hebräer.
es gibt wirklich nicht viele.
da gibt es den schönberg.
das zentrum dort oben.
ostermontag ist schön.
am schwarzenbergplatz
den stalin umrunden
per roller, zu fuß.
der brunnen geht wieder.
und jemand spielt auf.
das kino spielt das paradies.
das kino kommt weg.
wir geh’n eh viel zu selten.
paradies hat drei teile.
sie heißen glaube, liebe, hoffnung.
ostermontag ist schön.

MW 1. April 2013

UNITED IN SOLIDARITY. 聯合抗議拜新年。HAPPY YEAR OF THE SNAKE! 祝大家蛇年快樂!

二月 9, 2013

《新诗典》以本诗为天下苍生祈福! //@老纪微波:抄送@长安伊沙
In bloom in the chanting
Zhan Che
Chanting sutras, blossoms opening
– stopping by the shrine of the Le Sheng Old People’s Home
[to be demolished]

100 year old banyan tree stretching its roots
sunlight in the wind tipping millions of leaves
some kind of music comes from these instruments
from strings and keys
from hairs and tongues
lepers kneeling before Buddha statues
wrists without hands
wrists that had knives tied to them for cutting vegetables
wrists, mallets tied to them beating wooden fish
– wooden fish swimming in sounds of bells
sounds of bells swimming in rain

those fish without noses
bats with no eyes
earthworms with no hands or feet
by the sound of those wooden fish
growing into whatever they planted
osmanthus smiles magnolia
scents through their four elements six roots of desire
through their five sensory organs in forms of flowers
scents drawing in sutra chanting
in the unseen world –
from their deformed hands feet noses lips
growing twigs and leaves
osmanthus blossoms magnolia smiles
smiling bodhisattvas
in scents of sandalwood and flowers
lighting lanters to walk through the night

but they will be banished by rigid laws
this cultural heritage for all mankind fits into
colonial history public health human rights
they are helpless in this official-commercial structure
but they will take to the streets kneeling and praying
with their deformed blood-swollen hands and feet
kneeling praying entreating towering authorities
bringing their muttering whispering groaning
flower scents and chanting sutras
drip into memory drop in the rain

Published in Unitas Daily (Taiwan) June 23, 2006
http://www.wretch.cc/blog/htycy/4055637

Tr. MW Febr. 9, 2013

詹撤
在梵唱中開花
-駐足於樂生療養院佛堂邊

【2006/06/23 聯合報】 【詹澈】

百年榕樹還在往下伸長鬚根
陽光在風中翻動百千萬計的樹葉
有一種音樂來自那些根鬚與葉片的樂器
那些弦和鍵
那些髮和舌
那些跪在佛像前的痲瘋病患者
用沒有手掌的手腕
綁過菜刀切菜的手腕
綁著木槌敲著木魚
──木魚游在鐘聲裡
鐘聲遊在雨絲中

那些沒有鼻的魚
沒有眼的蝙蝠
沒有手和腳的蚯蚓
都在木魚鐘聲中
長成他(她)們植栽的桂花 玉蘭花 含笑
花香瀰漫在他(她)們的四大與六根
他(她)們的五官有了各種花的形狀
香氣隱隱引著誦經聲
冥冥中──
從他(她)們殘缺的手掌腳趾鼻脣裡
長出了樹枝與樹葉
開出了桂花 玉蘭花與含笑
含笑的佛菩薩們
在檀香與花香交融中
點亮了暗夜前行的路燈

然而他(她)們將被僵化的法令遷徒
這合於人權的 殖民史的 公衛史的
人類共有的文化古蹟 一群與建築
在官商結構中弱弱無依
然而他(她)們將要去跪拜遊行
用殘缺的紅腫膿血的手腳
向著尖聳的權勢跪拜懇求
帶著噥噥喃喃 嘸嘸唔唔的
在雨聲中滴答著記憶的梵唱與花香

SPRING SNOW 春雪

一月 22, 2013

Yi Sha
Yi Sha

SPRING SNOW

when I was prepared
to enter spring
it snowed again

every snow
brings good feelings
makes me pray

dear god
for suicides tomorrow morning
let it snow once more
they need it

2005
Tr. MW 2013/1

伊沙

春雪

在我做好了準備
走進春天的時候
又下了一場雪

每一場雪
都會帶來好心情
它讓我祈禱–

老天爺
為明天早上的自殺者
在下一場吧
他們需要

2005

2008年开始翻译了几首,瑞士NZZ他们要很短的,所以最近给他们寄 《春雪》等等,从《尿床》一本台湾版选几首最短的。有《精神病患者》、《感恩的酒鬼》、《致敬》、《我想杀人》、《鸽子》等等。也许他们还会登出一两。 2008年偶尔读《雪天里的几种事物》,很喜欢,翻译了以后寄给报刊,他回答说很喜欢,不过一直未登出,太长。译文可以查看在这里

More poems by Yi Sha in German

Yi Sha became well-known in the 1990s for acerbic remarks on other poets. He has been widely criticized himself. Spring is a time of hope. The Chinese moon year begins with Spring Festival, the biggest holiday of the year. Typically for Yi Sha, this poem sounds rather mundane, laconic and depressing, dashing most expectations connected with poetry.  The line “For suicides tomorrow morning” is a little truncated in my German version that was printed in the Neue Zürcher Zeitung (see image). “Für die Selbstmörder von morgen” makes a better rhythm than “Für die Selbstmörder von morgen früh”. In English I wasn’t tempted to leave out the morning. But you could say “dear god/for suicides in the morning/ let it snow once more.” In German there is something like a rhyme within the first two lines. When I was prepared/ To stride into spring/ it snowed again. Does it sound better this way in English too? You decide.
Why did I pick this particular poem? I didn’t pick it for publication. Andreas Breitenstein at NZZ (Neue Zürcher Zeitung) likes to print poems whenever he can wrangle a little space in any particular day’s edition. They have to be short. I had translated another poem by Yi Sha about snowfall in 2008. Mr. Breitenstein liked it, but it was too long. So I looked through Yi Sha’s collection Niao Chuang 尿床 (Wetting the bed), published in Taiwan in 2009. It’s a very nice edition. Huang Liang 黃梁, a critic in Taiwan, has brought out two ten-volume Series of Mainland Avantgarde Poetry 大陸先鋒詩叢, in 1999 and 2009. A great resource.  I just picked some of the shortest poems in there.

NOT

一月 7, 2013

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Mo1

My favourite comments on Mo Yan in the last few months are in the article by Liu Jianmei (刘剑梅), published in FT Chinese on Dec. 11 and posted on the MCLC list on Dec. 19. The title asks something like ‘Does literature still work like a shining light?’ Maybe my translation is not too bright. Should literature be a shining lantern? That’s one of the questions in Liu’s article. Literature and art were thought of as relevant to society and the nation in the 1980s. Liu talks about different approaches and relationships of life and art. Mo Yan deserves careful reading, just like Yan Lianke and Lu Xun. Nothing more or less. Liu uses “Save the cildren”, the last line from Lu Xun’s Diary of a Madman, for a close look into Mo‘s works as well as Yan Lianke’s latest novel Four Books (not published in Mainland China). The main characters of Republic Of Wine and Frogs are unable to save the children, like Lu Xun’s narrator. Republic of Wine features cannibalism and a riotous carnival of language. It’s my favorite among Mo Yan’s novels, along with The Garlic Ballads.

What is art? What is it for? A little more than 100 years ago now, the Dadaists (in voluntary exile in Switzerland and other places) concocted a virtual antidote to the First World War. Words, ordinary and exalted speech, had lost any meaning in the collective carnage. Not much later, Hu Shi, Zhou Zuoren, Lu Xun etc. attempted to change the Chinese language, in written form and on stage. Yomi Braester shows in Witness Against History how Lu Xun’s most famous passages retain ambiguities that belie any straight nationalist reading, even if the author himself would have read them that way. I like the crazed language of the Madman. Republic of Wine, more experimental than any other works by Mo (to my knowledge), goes into that direction. In Bei Dao’s Rose of Time (Shijian de meigui), a collection of essays that appeared in Shouhuo (Harvest) magazine in the early 2000s, when Bei slowly became acceptable in China again, he writes about Pasternak and Mandelstam. In his youth, Pasternak praised Stalin. Later he tried to extricate other writers from the Gulag, with mixed success. Mandelstam believed in Communism all the way to his death in a labor camp. Bei Dao doesn’t say that. But the chapter on Pasternak invokes Russian Formalism and Structuralism that grew out of the abortive 1905 revolution. Art makes reality appear strange and different, enabling the spectator to perceive it more clearly. And the flag of art is always different from the flag on the citadel.

Republic of Wine is wilder than the real Mo Yan on the Nobel stage. When the real Mo (sounds funny, doesn’t it? The real NO, or the real NOT, like NOT A WORD), when the real Mo Yan talked about his mother, I was moved. It sounded like my grandmother in rural Austria around 1920. Sometimes she couldn’t go to school in winter because she had no shoes. But Mo Yan also said his mother was afraid he would “leave the collective” with his storytelling. Qunti 群体, the masses, the collective, could that be called an example of Mao wenti or Mao-ti, Mao-Speak in this usage? Actually not, qunti 群體 is an older word, could have been used by Li Dazho and other founders of the Chinese Communist Party, before Mao, Prof. Weigelin told me recently here in Vienna. She was right, I encountered qunti in another text I liked very much, was it by Yu Hua? Anyway, I was rather baffled when Perry Link related how a mother would tell her child on the bus to “jianchi 堅持”, to hold it until the driver could stop and let the child out to go to take a leak. Would “jianchi” really sound strange outside of Mainland China? But the discussions about Mao-style are still relevant – Mo Yan is an establishment figure nowadays, and generates critique of China’s established system in general.
I was a little surprised when Chinese critics of Mo Yan talked about the carnivalesque language in his novels. As if you had to be careful not to lose yourself in there. I did think of Mikhail Bakhtin and his concept of carnival in Dostoyevsky’s novels when I read Republic of Wine. But as far as I remember, Bakhtin had defended language and storytelling that would sound strange and crazy, as opposed to Socialist Realism. So when was Mo Yan’s writing first associated with carnival? Maybe in the 1980s? And how did this association evolve?
A few days after the recent massacre in a primary school in Connecticut, Ross Douthat in the New York Times talked about Dostoyevsky’s Brothers Karamazov. Although Dostoyevsky was a Christian, Douthat says, the senseless cruelty against children in the novel is just cruelly senseless, there is no “rhetorical justification of God’s goodness”. You have to look at the behaviour of characters who show “Christian love” to find any counterpoint. Below this op-ed, there are 121 reader’s comments, all within one day. Many say they want to talk about guns, not literature.
What is literature for? Why is there a Nobel for literature, but not for music or fine art? Or films? Nobels make for debate. Very much debate, in this case. Great.

Chen Kohua und Lai Hsiangyin

九月 13, 2012

Click here to read a few poems.

Chen Kohua und Lai Hsiangyin sind im Oktober zu Gast im Literarischen Colloquium Berlin. Außerdem werden sie an der Universität Heidelberg aus ihren Werken lesen.

Chen Kohua und Lai Hsiangyin treten am 29. Oktober um 20 Uhr im Hörsaal SIN 1, Ostasieninstitut Universität Wien auf. (Campus Altes AKH, Hof 2, Eingang 2.3)

Übersetzung: Martin Winter

Eine Veranstaltung des Österreichischen P.E.N. – Clubs

Mit Unterstützung des BMUKK

Punks, empathy and torture: Pussy Riot in China and Vienna

八月 17, 2012

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Aug. 25

Daniele Kowalsky showed me a very interesting interview with Jonathan Campbell in the L.A. Review of Books. Jonathan Campbell talks with Jeffrey Wasserstrom about 盤古 Pangu,崔健 Cui Jian,無聊軍隊 Wuliao Jundui and other details of rock music and punk in China.

Unfortunately, I can’t agree with Jonathan that yaogun 摇滚 (Chinese rock music) could galvanize China like Pussy Riot seems to have galvanized opposition in Russia. Cui Jian 崔建 did have some very memorable moments, and people in China do remember them, and they will tell you readily about the parts before 1989, mostly. But those moments in 1989 were so painful in the end that no one knows if there will ever be a similar broad-based protest movement again. 1989 brought hope in Europe. Risk, very risky change, and some very ugly violence in Romania. But overall there was hope, and whatever came out of it, 1989 is generally remembered as a year of wonder. In China it’s a trauma. A wound that is usually covered up, but even China is very much connected to the world nowadays, and the world knows. And there are much deeper and older traumata, which can be accessed and shared via 1989. So in that way, there is hope. Connected to underground music. Like the kind that Liao Yiwu’s 廖亦武 music comes from.

There are parallels, certainly. Parallels between Pussy Riot and Ai Weiwei 艾未未, in the pornography. Parallels in the way of some Ai Weiwei news or other embarrassing news everyone gets to know about, and the dark stuff below. The disappearances, the longer ones, see Gao Zhisheng 高智晟. And the corpses. I learned about the late attorney Sergei Magnitsky via Pussy Riot. He died in jail in 2009, and among people concerned with Russia he is as famous as Gao is in and outside China, which means not so many people want to talk about him or even admit they’ve heard of cases like that. Of course, there are corpses under the carpets in every country. Only China is the oldest 5000 year old one, of course.

Aug. 22

2 years for singing in church. Perfectly absurd. Punk music, controversial art. Public space and religion. Russia, Africa, China. What is art? Depends where you are, what you are, who you are, who is with you. What you believe.

One week ago I read two books. A few months before I got to know a poet. Still haven’t seen her. A Jewish poet in Germany, soon to be teaching in Vienna. Esther Dischereit.

Last month I finally got around to pick up a book that contains many poems I translated. Freedom of writing. Writers in prison. A beautiful anthology, edited by Helmuth Niederle, currently head of Austrian PEN.

Connections. Connected to China. Punk music isn’t all that subversive, not in a big way, usually. What if musicians insult the government on stage. Well, I’ve been to about 300 concerts in China, said Yan Jun. Sometimes someone was screaming something in that direction. But they aren’t big stars. They can be ignored.

Christa Wolf. Stadt der Engel. The Overcoat of Dr. Freud. Long and convoluted. Gems in there. How she was loyal to the Party in 1953. And insisted on protest against Party policy. How and what they hoped in 1989. How and what Germany was and is.

Aug. 21

2 years for singing in church. And many more arrested. It does sound more like China than Russia, doesn’t it? The case of Li Wangyang 李旺陽李汪洋) comes to mind. Li Wangyang died around June 4th 2012 in police care after being released from over 20 years of jail. He was a labor activist in the 1989 protests that ended with the massacre on June 4th in Beijing. Li Wangyang supposedly killed himself, but the police report was disputed in China and in Hong Kong, where tens of thousands of people protested. Li’s relatives and friends are still being persecuted. One has been formally arrested and accused of revealing state secrets, because he photographed Li’s body.

Parallels between Russia and China were drawn in media comments after the verdict in Moscow. One comment wondered whether Russia is trying to emulate China, where the word civil society is banned on the Internet. China has had economic success for decades. People put up with authoritarian one-party rule there, the comment said. But it won’t work in Russia, because the economy depends on natural resources, not on industry. The comment contained the old misunderstanding that in China, government policy and enforced stability have caused economic success. Beijing wants the world to think that, of course. However, the prominent law and economy professors Qin Hui 秦暉 and He Weifang 賀衛方 have been saying for years that the economic miracle of the 1980s depended on a consensus to move away from the Cultural Revolution, as well as on investment from Taiwan, Hong Kong and overseas. After 1989, there has been no comparable social consensus. After 1989, the social drawbacks and the gap between rich and poor may have grown faster than the economy. But the middle class has also grown. Regional protests are frequent but limited. Or the other way ’round. The Internet remains vibrant. With Weibo microblogs inside the Great Firewall, and very much Chinese going on outside. Not because the government initiates it. They let it happen. The economy, the art, the internet. Even protests, when they are against Japan, and/or not too big. And they profit. The oligarchy is the Party.

Religion and more or less independent art have been growing in China, about as much as the social conflicts. Art brings huge profits, so they let it happen. In Russia, Pussy Riot have succeeded in connecting independent art, oppositional politics and religion in a highly visible way. Art, political activism and religion are voluble factors, so much that societies where everyday news has been fixated on finance for at least four years now could almost grow jealous.

Pussy Riot were not mentioned in our church on Sunday, as far as I could tell. I had to look after the children. But the preacher drew on her experiences from jail work. She championed the rights of refugees and was a prominent anti-governmental figure in Austria in the 1990s. Direct relevance for religion in Austrian politics is rare. We had Catholic Austro-Fascism in the 1930s, paving the way for Hitler. Some Protestant Nazis as well. After the Holocaust, religion in Austria has a somewhat undead quality. A bit like traditional opera in China, which is rallying, hopefully.

For international discussion about the relevance of underground art, music and religion, China has Liao Yiwu 廖亦武. And Russia has Pussy Riot.

Photo by Vincent Yu/AP

Aug. 17

Worldwide empathy for Pussy Riot is great. The trial in Moscow ends today, so I don’t know yet if three women have to remain in jail for years after singing in a church. There was a lot of worldwide attention last year as Ai Weiwei 艾未未 was abducted and detained by Chinese state security. He was released and voted most influential artist worldwide. I have seen graffiti in support of Pussy Riot here in Vienna in the last few days. One at newly renovated Geology Institute. Not very nice. And there was some kind of happening at the Vienna Russian Orthodox church, I heard. Church authorities not amused. Well, hopefully worldwide support can help enough this time. Quite recently, many political prisoners in China have been sentenced to more than 10 years. There was a lot of attention abroad in one case. And a Nobel.

Austria is a nice place, generally. Sometimes it’s uglier than Germany. Generally uglier, in terms of police abusing, even killing people, always getting away with it. Have been reading Vienna Review and Poetry Salzburg Review in the last few days. News and poetry. Many of our friends here in Vienna are not from Austria. Coming from abroad often provides a clearer perspective.

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Aug. 14

Read two good books. Not in Chinese. Ok, in Chinese I’m reading poetry. And other books, not enough. Anyway. Cornelia Travnicek and Manfred Nowak. Both in German. Non-Fiction and Fiction. No connection. Like Liao Yiwu 廖亦武, Bei Ling 貝嶺 and that Berlin novel, what was it called? Plan D. Ok, there was a connection. Taipei Bookfair 台北國際書展. Ok or not, no connection. A novel. Punks in Austria. Young and female. Male protagonists dead or dying. Ok, not all of them. Anyway, good novel. Vienna, occupied, death, youth, love, society, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s. 2012 exhibition at Wien Museum. Empathy. And the other book? Torture. Human Rights, UN, Austria, torture in Austria (see this newspaper report, also in German), Moldavia, Equatorial-Guinea or how do you call that country, Uruguay and so on. Neglect. Conditions of/for empathy. Ok, so both books are about empathy. Good. And in German. Oh well, maybe some people who read this read German. Or they’ll get translated. The books, not you. Manfred Nowak’s books and other written sources are available in several other languages than German. You can get some very useful stuff in English for free here.

lent, returned

三月 6, 2012
廖亦武吹簫,張振山拍攝

廖亦武吹簫,張振山拍攝

lent, returned

the air is crisp.
the streets are clear.
the sun is out.
we go to church.
halleluja, praise the air.
halleluja, praise the light.
halleluja, praise the space.
praise the people, praise the cake.
what on earth is happiness?
should we ask a fairy mother?
should we ask important people?
god is with us.
is he happy?
praise the lady
with the pizza.
i miss the organ.
i miss the prayer.
we used to be new.
are the animators happy?
do we have an e-mail address?
why are we here?
where do you come from?
when did you start to learn chinese?
the light is always different
if you’re in taipei or beijing
if you’re on kinmen in the wind,
in hualien, kaohsiung or tainan.
the air is crisp
here in the city, in vienna
where I grew up
and hardly ever feel at home.

MW March 2012

Liao Yiwu in Taiwan, America, Europe …

三月 6, 2012
廖亦武,撥算盤吟詩,圖片來源新新聞

廖亦武,撥算盤吟詩,圖片來源新新聞

廖亦武不是基督徒。也不是台灣的客家人、本省人、原住民、民進黨、工會、長老教會等等。不用支持美國右派,不用支持伊拉克戰爭等等。不用一直當知識分子。甚至不用當海外異議分子。因為不是基督徒,所以《上帝是紅色的》更自然地當報告文學。廖亦武不知是是流亡作家,是流浪漢、囚犯等等,可以引用《三國》的開頭說無論生活在哪裡都是四川人,不用關心一個中國等等政治詞彙。廖亦武無論在哪裡都可以當作家、詩人、音樂手、行為藝術家等等。詩歌朗誦繼承金斯堡、狄蘭·托馬斯等等,甚至讓我想起維也納已故的詩人Ernst Jandl和其他擅長上場並同樣擅長把自己的經歷和記憶配合反對專政、尊敬和承認社會底層的寫作。讀廖亦武不意味不可以讀任何其他作家或詩人。台灣作家可以讀小說家甘耀明、詩人夏宇、戲劇家和詩人鴻鴻等等。有很多作家,非常多元的文化,非常複雜的問題。而有了廖亦武就不用擔心中國會怎麼樣。社會底層的人關心的不是政治。是關心很多生活最基本的事。心、記憶、家、天氣、吃飯、來往。無論在哪裡,無論什麼時候都有作家等等人士讓你欣賞和注意比政治、歷史、國家等等更基本的生活瑣事。包括魯迅,也包括張愛玲。他們的文學裡、生活裡顯然都有社會、經濟、國家、戰爭等等大問題。不過文學、藝術不是為了先解決大問題。是為了不忘記每個人都有一些基本的、大家需要關心的東西。

讀廖亦武,同樣可以讀中國大陸小說家余華或莫言、詩人于堅、鄭小瓊、龐培等等。香港、海外作家顯然亦可以讀很多,包括用英語、法語等等寫作的華人。讀廖亦武也許就不會覺得如果讀北島就不應該讀劉曉波、不會覺得聽顏峻的詩和聲音就不用聽任何地方的民謠、跟踪艾未未就不用跟踪在台灣、奧地利等等地方藝術跟社會、政治、經濟等方面的關係。所以我2012年二月份在台灣的文學經驗跟廖亦武在台北、台南等地方的朗誦會在我的記憶裡是分不開的。很多作家很難跨越寫作和關心公民權利。你博客的讀者也許很多, 而真正喜歡你的詩或你的小說的人比起來可能就少了,或者說有很多人只關心你的博客,根本沒工夫多注意你的詩或小說,無論你是北京的西藏詩人唯色或上海的賽車作家韓寒。廖亦武跟很多作家、評論家等等不同,他不用說他喜歡誰,除非說他喜歡的四川民間歌手。

我各人喜歡的書有很多種。詩歌、偵探小說。。。最近讀了西蒙·無邦(Simon Urban)的《Plan D》。主要的主人公為一名東柏林警察。在這篇小說裡,德意志民主共和國2011年底還存在。很喜歡。黑色幽默。一月份,還未去台灣的時候讀了村上春樹去年的大作《1Q84》. 人物、地點、日常生活都寫得很棒。以前也讀了他的小說,都很喜歡,短片和長篇都很欣賞。很喜歡的長篇包括《舞!舞!舞!》、《世界盡頭與冷酷仙境》、《挪威森林》等等。《1Q84》的故事開一部分始在1968年的東京大學示威,就像《挪威森林》。我很喜歡《挪威森林》。但是讀完《1Q84》就覺得把社會的一些基本的問題只顧在一些局外者的生活裡會產生很大的矛盾。因為《1Q84》裡沒有《一九八四》這篇小說。沒有監獄、沒有博愛部,根本沒有烏托邦。只有兩個月亮。1980年代的東京的一些小街頭等等地方描寫得非常好,生生有味。有恐懼,有人懷疑她是否生活在1984年。可以說有大哥。但他不是人人都知道的人物。只有相當小的教派裡的人在某段時間裡認識那位原來在1968年當大學教授的領導。總共來說我還是非常喜歡喬治·歐威爾的《一九八四》,也很喜歡瑪格麗特·愛特伍(Margaret Atwood)寫的《使女的故事》。跟那兩本書比起來,《1Q84》就比較無害。廖亦武在監獄裡讀了《一九八四》。最近在台北演出的時候,廖亦武也提到《一九八四》跟他自己的經驗的關係。總共來說, 廖亦武可以讓你喚醒,讓你感覺到一些各人的問題和一些各國社會的問題。總會比只讓你感覺到1980年代的日本一些生活細節強。但廖亦武自己大概不會想到這樣的比較,因為根本不需要。

Liao Yiwu in Tainan

二月 23, 2012

“My father made me stand on a table when I was small, and recite ancient classical Chinese. I could only climb down after I was able to recite the whole thing by heart. I was only 3 or four years old, maybe. I hated my father.” This is how 廖亦武 Liao Yiwu began to talk to the students and teachers of 國立成功大學 National Ch’engkung University in 台南 Tainan, after he played a wooden flute, a very basic instrument he had learned in prison. Very basic sounds, mute and suppressed at times. Loss and regret. No uplifting fable. “I am not going to tell you very much about the time when I went into prison. You would have no way to understand everything. I was like any young person. I didn’t want to listen to anybody from older generations. And I had gone through 文革 the Cultural Revolution, when my parents couldn’t take care of me. For me, classical Chinese belonged into the rubbish bin, along with many other things. My father was 84 years old when he died”, Liao Yiwu said. Or was it 88 years? Only a few hours of dialogue and open exchange between father and son, in all those years.
Dialogue and open exchange. Between 四川 Sichuan and 台南 Tainan. Between Taiwan and China. Between languages and experiences. Feeling lost, between clashing dialects, conflicting histories. Feeling rooted, at the bottom of society.

On the podium, scholars of 台灣閩南語文學 Taiwanese literature sat along with Liao Yiwu. They spoke in Taiwanese. One professor recited a poem by a high school student. Before Dawn, or something like that. About the massacre from 1947, February 28th. I didn’t understand the words. But you could understand the feeling. The answer is very simple, he said, when a 客家 Hakka student asked what she should do, because the words and songs of her grandmother would die with her. There were too few people who could still speak with her in 客家話 Hakka, she was afraid her mother tongue, her grandmother’s words would become extinct. The answer is very simple, the professor said very gently. He spoke mostly in Taiwanese, so I didn’t understand it all. But he said you just have to study, you can even major in Hakka now. It’s not easy, but there is a common effort.

It was very simple, Liao Yiwu said, when people asked him how he fled from China. I went to 雲南 Yunnan province, bordering Vietnam, Laos, Myanmar and Tibet. I had made lots of interviews there many years before, with people at the bottom of society. You turn off your mobile. You could also bring extra mobile phones. You get lost in small towns. And then one day I was across the border in 越南 Vietnam, very wobbly on my legs. There was a small train, like in China at the beginning of the 1980s. I knew such trains from drifting around China when I was young. In Vietnam, I was afraid of a lot of things, getting on the train, of simple things to eat. But I could communicate by writing numbers on a piece of paper. 500, wrote the innkeeper. 100, I wrote below. And so on. Finally I was in 河內 Hanoi, in a simple inn. And then I went on-line and contacted my friends and family in China. When I got on the plane to Poland, I was still afraid. The year before, military police in full military gear had come and taken me out of the plane in 成都 Chengdu. But then I realized, although this was a Socialist country, I was in the capital of another country, not in China. And the plane took off.

The lecture hall was full. I sat on the floor in the aisles, like many others. It was a very welcoming atmosphere. “We have a few books to give away for students asking questions in the second part of the lecture.” What is 流浪 liulang? What is 流亡 liuwang? What is 旅行 lüxing? These three words sound rather similar in Chinese. This was another professor speaking. He had studied in Russia. He was from a Taiwanese faculty in 台中 Taichung, but at this occasion, to clarify this question, he spoke in Mandarin. What is drifting about? What is exile? What is traveling? When you are drifting around, you don’t know where you are coming from, and you don’t know where you’re going. When you are going into exile, you know where you are coming from, but you don’t know where you are going, where they will let you stay. When you are traveling, you know where you come from, and you know where you’re going. Very simple differences. But what about us here in Taiwan? 我們是否知道自己從哪裡來,到哪裡去? Do we know where we are coming from, and where we are going? In the 1960s and 1970s, many writers and intellectuals in Taiwan were in prison. It was very hard, but you knew what you were fighting for. Just like the writers and lawyers in China, they know they are fighting for freedom. Now in Taiwan we are very free, in comparison. But we can still be marginalized.

One of the professors was my landlord from 1988 to 1990 in Taipei. He is the chairman of the Taiwanese PEN. In 1988 he was a doctoral candidate in history, and a stage decorator. We hadn’t seen each other or heard from each other for 22 years.

Tainan

二月 23, 2012

haus der patriotischen frauen
(unter japanischer herrschaft)

fuer Tong Yali

ein baum, ein hof,
der wind, die stadt.
es ist ein warmer wintertag.
in tainan ist es immer warm.
die stadt der tempel, der kultur;
die erste stadt: erinnerung.

MW 22. Februar 2012

彤雅立

記憶旅車

車子駛進了記憶
雪天里繾綣的石頭
海平面沒有風
巨浪在海底洄流
車子駛進從前的風
旋進黑色漩渦

《月照無眠》,二零一二年, 台北南方家園出版社,一三一頁

Tong Yali

erinnerung, wagen

der wagen faehrt los.
steine, in schnee eingerollt.
kein wind auf dem meer.
wogen tuermen sich darunter.
der wagen faehrt in den frueheren wind,
in den dunklen strudel.

Aus dem Gedichtband Schlaflos im Mondlicht (Yue zhao wu mian), Nanfang Jiayuan -Homeward Publishing, Taipei 2011, S. 131. MW Uebers. Febr. 2012

Tainan, city of temples. Temples everywhere, many lanes, full of flowers, blossoms, improvised housing, ancient and dated, broken and new. Squares in front of temples for breakfast stands, temple fairs, opera, evening barbecue. Temples complete with public toilets. The main Catholic church of the city is a beautiful traditional temple from 1960. Right across from the temple grounds dedicated to Koxinga, a Chinese-Japanese pirate’s son who fled from the mainland, drove out the Dutch and established the first Chinese kingdom on Taiwan, all in one year, he died rather young. And there is an Earth God’s temple next to the Catholic church. There was a wagon on the square in front of the church, with a few rows of plastic chairs. Very gaudy colors on the wagon, Taiwanese opera. A female warrior with a huge sword, ancient costumes. Tomorrow is the Earth God’s birthday, the church custodian said. Happy birthday! He was in his element, explaining the rich Tainan heritage. Sometimes people come and kneel on the steps of the church, he said, and only then they ask me which important god of the city is housed inside this magnificent temple. And when I tell them this is the Catholic church, they say sorry, we prayed at the wrong place, we didn’t know. Your prayers are very welcome, the custodian replies, and beckons them inside, like he did with us. They had been eating lunch, he and a woman, his wife maybe. Their little chamber next to the door was open. We had looked at the statue first, climbing over stoves and vats with food and cooking utensils, in preparation for the Earth God’s birthday. Mary looks very graceful in a simple and elegant robe, very Chinese, holding her naked baby Jesus. On the mosaic over the main altar inside they look more regal. But it is a very welcoming church. A traditional temple, I-Ching octagon tower with glass windows, couplets left and right written on columns, and boards, wooden and stone. An incense censer in front of the main altar. And an altar on one side for ancestor worship. “Oh, it’s from the 1970s, I didn’t know”, my friend said when we opened the gate, encouraged by the Earth God’s cooks, and looked at the statue more closely. Yes, she has traditional looks, like from the Qing Dynasty, but she is comparatively new, from the times of martial law. White Terror was still practiced on Taiwan when the church was built in 1960. Today, Tainan remembers founding fathers of its modern history inside the Japanese-era house of the Patriotic Women’s Association. These founding fathers of Tainan’s modern era are Japanese and British. Father of water taps and sewage, father of dams and canals, and so on. There is also one guy form the 16th century, sent from China. ”The soldiers who came from China after 1945 and took over from the Japanese didn’t even know houses with running water, they didn’t know taps!” That’s what a poet and scholar told me at the Taipei Book Fair, full of Taiwanese pride.

The last Japanese mayor of Tainan restored the main temples and historic sites. He prevented the Japanese troops from requisitioning and melting the huge bell from Kaiyuan Temple, which is still rung on important holidays. One of the main signs of the Confucius Temple, when you enter the temple grounds, was written by him. The temple grounds are sprawling, open and welcoming. Only the innermost part of the temple is guarded, and the entrance fee is 25 NT, 65 Euro Cents maybe. The city hall and seat of the provincial government from Japanese times is the Taiwan Literature Museum now, very modern and welcoming inside, lots of audio and other impressive installations, beautiful children’s rooms, extensive library, very accessible. This place was our destination when we came down from Taipei and Kaohsiung, an important stop in our one-month stay on Taiwan as translators into German.

BRNO: PETROV – PETER AND PAUL CATHEDRAL 布尔诺:彼得与保罗大教堂

八月 18, 2011

BRNO: PETROV –  PETER AND PAUL CATHEDRAL

the light, the angel gabriel.
the evening light, the west, the east.
the train, the streetcar from the west.
the many towers of the town.
we don’t know where the light comes from.
the sun appears, the ancient stars.
we sleep, we wake,
we learn, we teach,
give birth and work.
we don’t know when the light goes out.
we know the morning comes again.
we don’t know where the light comes from.

MW August 2011

《布尔诺:彼得与保罗大教堂》

【奥地利】维马丁著
伊沙、老G译

这光明,这天使加百利。
这夕光,这西方,这东方。
这火车,这从西边驶来的街车。
这城市的众塔林立。
我们不知道光明来自何方。
太阳升起,群星永恒。
我们沉睡,我们苏醒,
我们学习,我们教育,
我们生育,我们劳作。
我们不知道光明何时熄灭。
我们只知道太阳照常升起。
我们不知道光明来自何方。

2011.8

pentecost

六月 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

Lunar eclipse of June 15, 2011

Thanks to Malika Saulnier!

Lunar eclipse of June 15, 2011

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!

A spirits outlet in Vienna's 16th district. Thanks to Thomas Palfinger!

nice

七月 28, 2010

nice

nice

we’re not that nice
we suck up ants
or vacuum them if you prefer
the proper word

威尼斯二日遊、怀念喀什古城 IN VENICE,THINKING OF KASHGAR

六月 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

A reflective moment on the Grand Canal

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
请你听懂

2010.6

Venedig

prayer

四月 3, 2008
A small kindergarten in Beijing

A small kindergarten in Beijing

prayer flags

prayer flags are fluttering
it is just a kindergarten
little flags are fluttering
all the way across the yard
prayer flags are fluttering
it is just the wind today

MW April 2008

前門、敦煌、大理

四月 3, 2008

 thumbnail please visit this page: 前門、敦煌、大理 M

does it help

三月 26, 2008

does it help?

does it help against the night
does it help against the day
does it help against the people
does it help against their words
does it bring you daily bread
does it help against your rulers
does it help against your rules
does it bring you any warmth
does it help against yourself
does it help to say the words
does it help you to believe
does it help you to remember
does it help you to regret
does it help you to explain
does it help you to expect
does it help you to forget
does it help you in the morning
does it help you in the night
have you ever seen the light?
did it help?
i wouldn’t know.

MW November 2007

ostersonntag oder montag

三月 24, 2008

ostersonntag oder montag

ist er wieder rausgekommen
ist er wieder auferstanden
ist er wieder aufgewacht
hat man ihn ans kreuz geflochten
hat man ihn ins grab gesperrt
was ist dabei rausgekommen
fruehling ist herausgekommen
sonne wieder aufgestanden
mond ist wieder aufgewacht
letzte woche war palmsonntag
kathrins vater ist gestorben
unser sohn ist drei geworden
und in lhasa war ein aufstand
und an vielen andern orten
was ist denn herausgekommen
wer ist schuld an diesem aufstand
wer war schuld in 1960
oder 1989
wer war schuld am tod der juden
wer ist wieder auferstanden
auferstanden ist die hoffnung
sie ist wieder aufgestanden
er ist wieder rausgekommen
er ist wieder aufgewacht

MW Maerz 2008

Qianmen, Dunhuang and Dali

三月 10, 2008
How are you doing? This is Leo at the local McDonald’s. They are bigger than the local KFC, and have a good playground inside. Actually, the weather has been warm enough to play outside for a long time now. Yesterday we went to the Meishuguan, the National Gallery. They’re having a very popular Dunhuang exhibition. I co-translated a book on Dunhuang last year, and I have been there in 2000. This time we went with a painter (Zhuang Zhuang’s mother), who had worked in Dunhuang with her father. The great thing about this exhibition is that they have gathered reconstructions and copies of the murals from the last 60 or 70 years. Many copies and cave reconstructions are very good. The really tried to transform the whole museum into a replica of the site, as far as possible. The caves in Dunhuang are only unlocked when a tourist group comes through, and then the cave is locked again after five minutes. So you have to stay the whole day and follow many different groups, like I did. But here in Beijing it is all spread out for everybody. Buddhism for the masses. It’s great.
McDonald’s
And here are Maia and Zhuang Zhuang at the Meishuguan entrance. This used to be a museum for Chinese stalinist oil paintings, mostly. They still have them somewhere. But in the last two years or so they have had some very interesting exhibitions. They had the Zhou brothers, who come from the 1970s, emigrated in the 1980s and made it big. They gave the whole building a big makeover. The canteen in the backyard is clean and good. There are a lot of military police stationed in the northwest backyard. I don’t know if they are only there to protect the art. Maybe it’s their local headquarter. The whole city is swarming with police guards, and even more with construction workers. They are having the yearly National People’s Congress and Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference meetings in the Great Hall of the People on Red Square. The construction workers are transforming the old streets immediately south of the Square into a great faux antique theme park. Qianmen Dajie, the south part of the north-south axis going through the city since Mongol times 800 years ago, is completely evacuated and blocked off, including all the side alleys for half a mile in each direction. You can see the theme park buildings rising behind the construction fences, which are decorated walls. Decorated with old city photos from 100 years ago, in part. Everybody moved out, and make it all new, for the foreigners.
Zhuang Zhuang and Maia
Southwest of Qianmen, closer to Hepingmen and the west part of Dazhalan, there are some Hutongs left. They are being renovated. Some old buildings are torn down, but they are being rebuilt with plumbing. You can see the swarms of Mingong (migrant workers) busy in all the Hutongs in the city that are still intact. Maybe they are doing a good job. So it seems that some parts of old Beijing will remain. Some of them are tourist streets already. Nan Luoguo Xiang is a creative quarter, to some extent. They have torn down some streets there too, east of Shichahai lake. Maybe there will be a canal side park. The remaining Hutongs southwest of Qianmen retain some features of the former Qianmen area, complete with cheap hotels. Maybe the mosque is still there, too. People are friendly, the real ones that remain. Friends of us got robbed in some Hutong cul-de-sac near the Square and the Forbidden City last year. Bicycle cab took them for a ride. Not surprising when huge areas in the city center are instant ruins and construction sites. The whole Qianmen walled-off theme park construction site reminded me of Dali, Yunnan province. In 2006, they had been building a six-lane freeway next to the west side of the old city for a few years already. There is a big new highway on the east side already, all the way around the lake. But this is the old Burma road, so they want to show off all the way to the border. And about half of the old city was still off-limits. Some are plants and factories, but some parts are just old streets being torn down and replaced with malls for foreigners. And Chinese tourists, of course. Why did we go all the way to the south of the city at all? The daughter of an office colleague of Jackie was baptized in the Catholic church at Xuanwumen.
Demon
This is Maia in the chapel for the baptism ceremonies. No, she’s not baptized yet. They do it later in the Lutheran churches. Jackie is Protestant, and we have frequented Lutheran services since our wedding. Christianity in China is a very interesting topic. The old church buildings, both in the cities and in remote places all the way into the Himalayas, are all worth visiting, even if you are not religious at all. More than half of Tian Zhuangzhuang’s film on the old tea road in Yunnan is about churches, temples and believers in remote mountain valleys.
Chapel
And here we are at the McDonald’s again. I don’t have a photo from Qianmen Dajie construction street, because I was carrying Leo asleep around the theme park wall when we passed the south gate of that construction site which is at least as big as the Forbidden City. Would have been a great picture, with a real camera. But there was a guard, who was just closing the gate. Leo will be three on Friday. He has grown, but he still doesn’t say more than five clearly discernible words in any language, although he understands a lot and tells you very forcefully when he needs something. He needs to run around a lot. Not fussy with food at all though, and very mild in his temper in general, compared with Maia, or his parents. But Maia can play rather quietly with a friend for hours now. She did that last Friday night in our yard downstairs, with Yang Yang, the daughter of a Chinese neighbour on staircase #2 in our building. Yang Yang goes to the same Kindergarten group as Zhuang Zhuang, Maia and Leo.
Mouth
Yang Yang’s father went with her to the Water Cube and the Bird’s Nest, the two big new Olympic sites. They had asked for photos with the kids in front of the new sites at Kindergarten. Last week, at the last parent’s meeting, they appealed again for photos. Yang Yang’s father advised us against going. Most of the area is still a construction site, he said. Oh well. I have photos of slogans for the Olympics, in the Hutongs and on banners at highway construction sites. They probably don’t want those. They had asked for a small gift for Women’s Day also, for the kids to pass them around the women in the neighbourhood. I didn’t come up with anything, and Jackie was too busy. On the bus on the way back from Qianmen East street on Saturday there was a long speech for Women’s Day on TV. The guy holding the speech was very important at the National People’s Congress and The Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference. I couldn’t see the screen. The conductor made people get up to give us two seats when we got on. Leo was still sleeping. Maia sat down on the space above a wheel. Then Jackie stood up for an old man and sat there on the wheel with Maia. It was a long trip. Beijing bus lines go on forever. And then there is the traffic. The 120 makes a detour around Guomao, probably in an effort to ease the congestion on Jianguomenwai.
Spring
Kids in developing countries often make a victory sign in photos. Maybe they learn it in Kindergarten. This was in Beili, on the way to the Kindergarten, just across the road from our place. By the way, if you are in Beijing, please come to Leo’s birthday party on Saturday. The houses in Beili are the same as in Nanli. We live at the top of staircase #5 in house 6. The compound is not too bad. Children can run around, and there are some trees. But even here in our compound we have some Olympic activism. The residents’ committee got rid of all private additions to the greenery on ground level. Our terrace is to high, thankfully. The mulberry tree is still standing, but they removed the trellises that held up the lower branches, an