Posts Tagged ‘return’

IM HEIMATORT ZUM BEGRÄBNIS – 张敬成 Zhang Jingcheng

12月 20, 2021

Zhang Jingcheng
IM HEIMATORT ZUM BEGRÄBNIS

Er hält die Seelenfahne
hoch über dem Grab,
wendet sich an die Leute,
lange weiße Haare zucken in seinen Brauen,
macht einen langen Seufzer, sagt:

“Für jeden kommt diese Stunde,
der Mensch frisst jedenTag Staub,
sein ganzes Leben,
dann frisst ihn die Erde, der Staub mit einem Haps.”

Niemand macht mehr den Mund auf,
nur noch
die Erde
sagt

Puh,
puh, puh,
puh puh, puh puh puh,
puh puh puh puh puh
… …

2021-04-10
Übersetzt von MW im Dezember 2021

新世纪诗典作品联展#张敬成#(7.0)

 

新世纪诗典11,NPC12月21日(冬至),3914首,1227人。第7个张敬成(河南)日

​《新诗典》小档案:张敬成,男,1972年9月生于河南济源,中原诗歌节同仁,新诗典诗人,诗歌曾入选《佛城诗刊》、《泉诗刊》、《生活文摘》、《香港流派诗刊》、《雨露风》、《李锋评诗》、《君儿读诗》、《中国教师现代诗选》、《新世纪诗典》、《舌尖上的诗——2019中国口语诗年鉴》、《口语诗人为何必须战斗》等,著有散文集《暗夜明灯》、《巍巍王屋》,诗集《深夜,在路口》。

诗观:做现代人,做先锋诗人,怎么活就怎么写,撷取生活中事实的诗意。

​伊沙推荐:口语诗写风土民情,也占优势,你说口语诗还有写啥不占优势?一方是符号、概念、加泛泛抒情,一方是对于具体事实的挖掘、发现、开采,你说谁会占优势?不言自明。

​况禹点评《新诗典》张敬成《回老家埋人》:人生大感慨,既直观、具体又超验,“土吃人”看得人惊心动魄,后面的象声词小节,进一步强化了这种冲击力。

黎雪梅读《新世纪诗典》之张敬成《回老家埋人》:一句“土吃人只一口”,这是诗中的“他”对人“生于尘土,归于尘土”最深刻的理解,无论是“人吃土”改是“土吃人”都阐释的是“人”与“土”密不可分的关系,也是用最朴素的语言表达了人类对自然现象的认识与把握,以及人类活动对自然环境的顺应与抗衡。 整个最后一节都由拟声词构成“扑 / 扑,扑 / 扑扑,扑扑扑”,这是土埋人的声音,是逝者入土为安的声音,也是生命拔节的声音,也许正是如此这般 生命才能循环往复 ,生生不息。

马金山|读张敬成的诗《回老家埋人》的十一条:
1、作品是最有意义的东西,其次才是作者,才是作品以外其他的东西;
2、写事与物,越细小的部分,越具有丰富而独特的弹性力,在内心深处产生强烈的震撼效果;
3、张敬成,男,1972年9月生于河南济源,中原诗歌节同仁,新诗典诗人,诗歌曾入选《佛城诗刊》等。著有散文集《暗夜明灯》、《巍巍王屋》,诗集《深夜,在路口》;
4、去年十一月,北京磨铁诗歌活动前与敬成兄首次见面,并同居一室,聊诗至晚,倍感亲切与温暖。今年六月份,在绵阳再次见面,仍然印象深刻,这是诗人的聚会,更是纯粹的友谊;
5、张敬成的诗,自带中原风情和乡土气息,在细微的事物变化之间,构筑起本真的生活质感和强大的事实诗意,诗里行间具有丰富而典型的地域文化与思想内涵;
6、本诗由一个情景,在鲜明的画面之中,将深藏生命体验的话,以及震撼人心的生活状态,直观地铺垫出来,无不透着生命之重;
7、诗的第一节,在一系列的动作之中,形成了鲜明场景和效果,不仅交待出了丧事情节,还明确出年长者的形象,为下面的画面提供了有力的铺垫;
8、后面三节,首先是老者的感慨,接着是众人的表情,以及埋葬的填土声,莫名的带给人伤感的同时,就是沉重的内心波动;
9、标题也较为口语化,以极其直接的方式,表达具体的事物,凸显生命之重,既有直叙,又有展开;
10、本诗给予诗人的启示:“好诗不仅是生动的语言,还是一气呵成的产物”;
11、乡土之诗、生动之诗、口语之诗。

 

 

BORGEN UND ZURÜCKGEBEN – 苇欢 Wei Huan

5月 6, 2021

Wei Huan
BORGEN UND ZURÜCKGEBEN

Meine Tochter und ich,
wir stehen im Wind an der Station.
Sie nimmt meine Hand,
führt sie an ihre Nase, reibt hin und her,
legt ihren Kopf schräg, sagt:
„Du hast etwas von Omi geborgt.“
„Was hab ich geborgt?“
„Den Knoblauch, nach dem ihre Hand riecht.“
Ich streichle sie am Kopf.
„Keine Sorge,
wenn Omi zu uns kommt zum Frühlingsfest,
geb ich ihr das zurück.“

Übersetzt von MW im Mai 2021-05-06

新世纪诗典作品联展#苇欢#(15.0)

伊沙:我相信这是真的一一发生在生活中真实的语言游戏、修辞消费、诗意人生一一首先有了这些的发生,成为强大的事实,才有语言文字记录的必要,于是便产生了文本的诗一一这便是"事实的诗意"的前缘后续。

况禹点评《新诗典》苇欢《借与还》:借味道——换味道——亲情,这是意义之妙、词语之妙,但它们来自口语,如果你对口语诗的认知不深入,即便它们在那里,也会写不出来。

庞琼珍读《新世纪诗典》苇欢《借与还》:我相信这是真的,妈妈的味道,妈妈手上的蒜味儿,妈妈劳作的味道,妈妈做的美食的味道,想念妈妈的味道。在母亲节即将来临之际,读到一首写妈妈、写妈妈的妈妈的诗,温馨温暖温情。

黎雪梅读《新世纪诗典》之苇欢《借与还》:发生在母女之间的对话,轻松俏皮并漾满了生活的诗意,这一“借”一“还”之间是亲情的流露,是爱的传递;孩子的天真、狡黠,妈妈的温柔、风趣跃然纸上,强烈的代入感让人“如见其人,如闻其声”,读来格外暖心,情不自禁莞尔一笑。

黄平子读苇欢《借与还》

——《新世纪诗典》3686

借与还

苇欢

我和女儿
站在风里等车
她拿起我的手
放在鼻边蹭蹭
歪着头说
“你问姥姥借东西了”
“借什么?”
“借她手上的蒜味”
我摸摸她的脑袋
“别担心
等过年姥姥来了
我就还给她”

黄平子读诗:“我和女儿”是人物。“站在风里等车”是背景。“她拿起我的手/放在鼻边蹭蹭/歪着头说”,“拿起”、“放在”、“蹭蹭”、“歪”、“说”是一系列连续的动作,写女儿对“我”的亲昵。“‘你问姥姥借东西了’/‘借什么?’/‘借她手上的蒜味’”这是点题,是“借”。蒜味能借吗?当然不能。“女儿”不过是从“我”手上的蒜味想到了“姥姥”。“我摸摸她的脑袋”,这是“我”对“女儿”的亲昵。“‘别担心/等过年姥姥来了/我就还给她’”这也是点题,是“还”。蒜味能还吗?当然不能。“我”只是顺着“女儿”的话,告诉女儿,等过年姥姥就会来。等“姥姥”来了,就会帮“妈妈”剥蒜了。

2021年5月6日21点07分

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

20

1月 25, 2019

Photo by Liu Xia

 

20

20 years ago I wrote my first Chinese poem.
It was in Chongqing. “Wanbao, wanbao!”
That’s what they cry, all over China. Every afternoon.
“Evening news, evening news!”
Evening paper, every town has one.
Some have morning papers, those are called Zaobao,
most of them.
“Get your evening paper!”
Anyway, “wanbao, wanbao!”
could mean late retribution. Bào, what comes back, gets back,
a report. Wan, late. Zao, early.

“Wanbao, wanbao!”
Chongqing was the wartime capital.
Jiefang bei, liberation monument, is the city center.
It’s not from 1945 or 1949,
it’s from the 1930s or so.
Most people don’t know exactly.
Emancipation column. One of my students called it that.
Kang Di, think it was her.
Emancipation in German means women’s lib.
“Emanzipationssäule”.
I was teaching German.
Women’s Liberation Monument.
Women’s Rights Monument.
She didn’t know emancipation means many things.
Didn’t want to correct her.
Another essay was about marriage.
Were they really so conservative, our elders,
when they married a stranger,
when they slept with a stranger they had never seen before?
Good question.
Good essays, especially the girls, the young women.

“Wanbao, wanbao!”
In Beijing it sounded more like “wanbo!”, although Beijing supposedly
is where Mandarin comes from.
“Wanbao, wanbao!”
Chongqing is a hilly city. No bicycles. What did they do, back in the 1960s,
1970s, ’80s, when no-one had a car?
They had porters, for the steep slopes with the stairs,
I guess they’re still there.
“Bang-bang”, people for hire.
They bang on their tools, bang their tools together.
Bang-bang are men, but there are women porters.
Hong Ying’s mother carried sand, rocks and gravel.
Daughter of Hunger, her most famous book.
Daughter of the River in English, it was a bestseller.
Hungry Daughter, Ji’e de nü’er.
That’s right, they have a “ü”, just like in German,
and like in Turkish. Ürümqi, city in China,
nowadays governed like North Korea.
Many re-education camps. They had prisons in Chongqing,
Liao Yiwu was in there,
another famous writer from China.
Didn’t know him then. But Chongqing is about war and imprisonment.
Lieshimu, that’s the address
of our university. We taught German and English.
Two universities, one foreign languages,
the other law and police. Law and politics. Yes, they are not separated.

“Wanbao, wanbao!” No zaobao in Chongqing,
although I’m not sure now.
Lie-shi-mu, Martyr’s Grave.
Geleshan, Gele Mountain, right behind our college,
other side of the train tracks.
Someone was murdered there, some gambling debt.
Students died, one or two every few months.
Nice walks on Geleshan, very peaceful, really.
“Wanbao, wanbao!” Every city in China.
Nowadays people have cell phones,
but there are printed newspapers and magazines.
And printed books, there is no crisis.

“Wanbao, wanbao!” Late reports, late reports.
From the guns. Or whatever.
Karma. Shan means good, doing good.
A Buddhist word. Shan you shanbao,
doing good has good returns.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
But teachers believe it, teachers and parents,
again and again, otherwise you go crazy.

They went crazy too, war and famine,
all the way till 1961, ’62. When Hong Ying was born.
No, also 1969,
Cultural Revolution, like civil war.
Shan you shan-bao,
good deeds, good returns.
“Shan you shanbao, e you e-bao.”
E like in Urgh! Like something disgusting, that’s what it means.
Ur yow ur-pow, something like that. But more like b.
Eh yow e-bao. Yes, “e” like ur. “You” like yo-uw.
Shàn you shànbào, è you èbao.
Do good for good returns, do bad stuff for bad returns.
Not that it doesn’t come back, time isn’t ripe.
That’s how it goes on.

You throw the boomerang, boomerang doesn’t come back,
they tell you wait, it’ll come back.
Karma.
And so I wrote a Buddhist newspaper poem.
Bu shì bu bào, shíhou wei dào.
Wei like in Ai Weiwei, “ei” like in Beijing.
Wei means not yet, that’s his name. Really.
“Wei” like the future.
His father was the most famous Communist poet
of the People’s Republic. Imprisoned in the 1930s,
maybe in Chongqing. Then again under Mao.
Exiled to Xinjiang, North Korea today, re-education camps.
Desert, somewhere between Dunhuang and Ürümqi,
what was the town? It’s a big city now.
Ai Weiwei grew up in a hole in the ground, with his brother.
They are both artists. Anyway, where was I?

Bu shì bu bào, shíhou wei dào.
Not that it doesn’t come back, time isn’t ripe.
Emancipation monument.
MLK day, I have a dream.
They had to memorize the whole speech,
in schools in China, 1970s.
Maybe earlier too, maybe till now.
Good deeds, good returns.
Bad deeds, bad returns.
The Chinese Dream.
Not that it doesn’t come back.
Zao you zaobao, wan you wanbao.
Morning has morning papers, evening has evening news.
Early deeds, early returns.
Late deeds, late returns.
Late returns after gambling.
Famous party secretary, famous police chief,
they are in prison now. Or one is dead?
Killed a British guy, now they imprison Canadians.
Anyway, my poem.

Wanbao, wanbao!
Wanbao, wanbao!

Zao you zaobao,
wan you wanbao.

Bushi bu bao, shihou wei dao.

Actually the saying goes on, the Buddhist Karma.
Once time is ripe, everything comes back.
You don’t need to say that. People know.

晚报,晚报!

早有早报,晚有晚报。
不是不报,时候未到!

MW January 2019

 

Artwork by Liu Xia

 

Photos by Liu Xia

 

 


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