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ACKERGERÄT – 简兮 Jian Xi

二月 23, 2021

Jian Xi
ACKERGERÄT

Seine doppelten Lidfalten sind ganz viele geworden,
sein Blick ist sehr unklar.
Ich rufe ihn, er reagiert nicht,
wahrscheinlich ist er schon taub.

Er war ein Ackergerät,
hat den Pflug gezogen, folgsam wie ein Ochse;
hat den Wagen gezogen, die Hufe sind alle auf einmal geflogen.

Er hat auf Hochzeiten seine Rolle gespielt,
Bräutigam hoch zu Ross, die Braut in der Sänfte.
Am Kopf rote Seide, am Rumpf bunte Farben,
er hat viel beigetragen zur Freude.

Er war ein gemütliches Spielgerät,
in einer Ecke des großen Platzes.
Reiten für Kinder, jedesmal ein paar Runden
und ein paar Fotos, pro Kopf für zehn Yuan.

Jetzt kann er nicht einmal gehen,
sogar Gras frisst er nicht mehr.
„Pferdefleisch wird sauer, Gewürze dafür“
fällt mir auf einmal ein.
Ich streichle langsam durch seine Mähne,
er hebt nicht einmal den Kopf.

Übersetzt von MW im Februar 2021

Jian Xi, geb. in den 1970er Jahren, kommt aus Changzhi, Provinz Shanxi. Lehrerin, liebt Lyrik. 《新诗典》小档案:简兮,女,七零后,山西省长治人,教师,喜欢诗歌。

伊沙:从昨日词的陌生化到今日物的陌生化。从80后三女将到70后女”新人”,《新诗典》的编排当获最佳剪辑奖。如何完成物的陌生化?本诗告诉你:将熟悉的事物拉开一定距离,再换一个角度去看它,你将获得新的收获。

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

况禹点评《新诗典》简兮《农具》:马离我们的生活已经太远了,曾几何时,它不止是牲口,还是伙伴。本诗还提到了一个人们遗忘的功能——农具。这种陌生化的发生,来自于社会的发展和演变。谈不上坏,也谈不上妙,我们人类只能接受它,带着不情愿和怅然。

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

黄开兵:初读简兮《农具》,以为是写牛,我从小放牛,对牛有感情,但一读到“像头黄牛”时就愣了,再读,哦,原来是写马!老马!越读越让人心痛。我抄的时候,只用笔尖,但很使劲,很缓慢,很沉地摧动着笔尖,力图以最细微的线条,写出那种钝痛。

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

Calligraphy by Huang Kaibing

 

 

 

AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE – 春樹 Chun Sue

六月 3, 2014

chun sue questionsChun Sue
QUESTIONS BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP

do you think you are an intellectual?

du you think you are an existentialist?
do you think you like to eat zha jiang mian?
do you think you are collecting antiques?

do you think you are following fashion?
do you think you have improved since you started?
do you think you have fulfilled your ideals?
do you think you’re a patriot?

do you think you love the truth?
do you think you dare to say it?
do you think you don’t fear retribution?
do you think you’re a good writer?

do you think you’re a poet?
do you think you’re a good mother?
do you think you’re a good father?
do you think you have loved?
do you think you are moral?
do you think microblogging makes China improve?

question mark mark mark
do you think they are prophets?
do you think you’re a groupie?

do you think there are things you don’t talk about?
do you think there are people you cannot offend?
do you think this novel is your autobiography?
do you think you have talent?

do you think your stuff is going to last?
do you think you have secrets?
do you think you have a big heart?

do you think you are fair to everyone?
do you think you’re responsible?
do you think you play by the rules?
do you think you have nothing to be ashamed of?

do you think you are self-important?
do you think you want revenge?
do you think you are scared of dying?
do you think you make people like you?
do you think you make people hate you?
do you think you have a future?
do you think you are falling behind?
do you think you are lonely?
do you think you are writing a poem?

this girl makes you crazy
let her go on babbling
asking herself

Tr. MW, June 2014

Chun Sue TraumChun Sue
DREAMING OF LIVING INSIDE A DREAM

Tr. MW, June 2014

Published in EPIPHANY magazine, fall 2014. Go on, look for this great Chinese Dream! I spent October 2014 at Vermont Studio Center with Yi Sha, editor of the daily New Century Poetry series 新世纪诗典. Chun Sue is one of the most well-known figures within this huge independent circle of poets.

Chun Sue Avenue of Eternal PeaceChun Sue
MORNING, AVENUE OF ETERNAL PEACE

Little Brother says: dad, Avenue of Eternal Peace
take a good look
This is the road you walked for over 20 years
I am sitting with Papa and Little Brother
I am almost crying
Finally I know
why I like the Avenue of Eternal Peace
Slowly the car passes the Military Museum
and the red walls of Zhongnanhai
and Xinhua Gate
Papa is small now he fits in an ash box
sitting between us
doesn’t take up much space
We pass the Gate of Heavenly Peace
and I see him
He stands on the square
watching us while we’re passing

Why was it so hard to write about you
You’re the son of a peasant
I was born in a village
I am also the child of a peasant
I put on army songs for you all night
Crying my heart out —
I like all that too.

2012-03-03
Tr. MW, May 2014


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