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PATCH OF OUR COUNTRY – 高歌 – EIN FLECKCHEN HEIMATERDE

二月 11, 2016

Gao Ge

Gao Ge
SMALL SOVEREIGN PATCH OF OUR COUNTRY

the tour bus was passing
a building
everyone only uses the back door
says our guide
all through the year
the front door is never open
everybody who works there
goes in from the back
I was just waking up
thought he was talking
about the cobra
research station

January 2016
Tr. MW, Febr. 2016

 

Gao Ge
EIN FLECKCHEN HEIMATERDE

der bus hat gerade
ein gebäude passiert
jeder benützt nur die hintertür
sagt unser führer
das ganze jahr
die vordertür ist nicht einen tag offen
alle die drinnen arbeiten
müssen immer von hinten hinein
ich war grad aufgewacht
hab gedacht er spricht
über das brillenschlangenlabor

2016-01-26
Übers. v. MW im Feb. 2016

Gao Ge ein fleckchen erde des vaterlandes

NOCTURNAL BEAST – 第广龙

七月 22, 2015

Di Guanglong Nocturnal Beast

Di Guanglong
NOCTURNAL BEAST

where is the light?
in the dark, a ray of light
is a severed finger. light
pulls itself short,
disappears.
stepping on broken bits, through a tunnel of grass
light gatherers, each on its own
passes a tree, stops a while
and raises its head. stars have also gone out.
you will discover, you will attain
what sweeps past the heart, in that moment of light
running into each other, you see an eyeball
all covered with veins.
this is the print of the severed finger, emerging
darkness and darkness, mixed up together
needs to be sorted, examined and sifted
only then can the severed finger be found
only then can you put it back together
this is not striking a match
not opening a firefly gate
it’s a long winding night, digging inwards
carnivores and herbivores
all spend lots of time looking for light
a keen sense of hearing, sensing fresh wounds
transferred on a tiger, one tiger’s cough
dig down three feet, dig out amber-like solids
some kind of light breathes, it can even fly
nose twitching, where it gets darker
it will be brighter
one kind of light has a strange taste
as if it came from a bug’s armpits
tarsier monkeys holding their glasses
cobras are blind
but their scales reflect light
light, that roving fingertip
a rustling sound
sharp fingernails, not like looking for light
like digging for metal
light, you need to strike
spots where a stream has flown, rocks
your knees are all hurt

2015
Tr. MW, 2015

Di Guanglong


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