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POEMS FROM OCTOBER – Yi Sha 伊沙

十一月 9, 2015

Yi Sha VSC photos

POEMS FROM OCTOBER – Yi Sha 伊沙

Yi Sha
SKY IN SHANGHAI

on our first afternoon in shanghai
there was a symposium
at the academy of social sciences
dinner in another building
eating dinner
I have to go to the bathroom
from the bathroom window
I see the sky
it is just getting dark
the sun is setting
the sky is red
this is a whole different sky
my mother
grew up under this sky
now she and the sky
they have become one

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《上海的天空》

到达上海的头天下午
在社科院
开了一下午研讨会
晚餐时进了另一幢楼
进餐过程中
我上了一回厕所
从厕所的窗子
看见上海的天空
正值黄昏
夕阳西下
红霞满天
那是不一样的天空啊
我的母亲
望着它长大
如今已经与它
融为一体

Yi Sha
WHO IS GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU

my wife is on a business trip
asks me on the phone:
“who will sleep with you tonight?”
“a flea”
is my answer

it’s the truth
I had classes all day
had a nap at noon in the teacher’s room
on the old sofa
and got bitten all over

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《谁陪你睡觉》

在外出差的妻
打来电话问:
“今晚谁陪你睡觉?”
“一只虱子”
我回答道

我说的是真的
今儿我全天有课
午休在教研室的
一张破沙发上
被咬了一身疙瘩

Yi Sha
DREAM 566

I don’t trust this group of people
they are sitting at a round table
eating their fill from a big plate of living
bugs

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(566)》

我不信任的一伙人
围坐在一个圆桌边
在大吃一盘活着的
虫子

Yi Sha
DREAM 567

the chinese men’s basketball team
came back after four years on top of asia
and earned their ticket for the olympics
in rio next year
after I saw the game
I fell asleep, then I saw it again
they still won the cup
but the process was different
even the finals
there was another opponent

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(567)》

中国男篮在时隔四年后
重新夺回亚洲冠军
并拿到明年
里约奥运会的入场券
在看完决赛的夜里
我又梦见了他们夺冠
结果是一样的
但过程全然不同
连决赛对手都换了

Yi Sha
DREAM 568

the japanese have occupied china
and installed cameras in every classroom
they need to watch every minute
everything I am teaching
my hate for the japanese
keeps building up
till the day it explodes

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(568)》

日本占领时期
教室里安装了探头
他们时刻监视着
我在课堂上的讲授
我对日本人的仇恨
蓄积着
等待爆发的一天

Yi Sha
DREAM 569

I am a woman
the dissident zhang zhixin
trussed up for slaughter
led to the river bank
for execution
a bullet is coming
it goes right between my brows
but I don’t fall down
I am not dead
I feel electricity
up and down in my body

the sky is blue as never before

October 2015
Tr. MW, 2015

《梦(569)》

我是女人
是张志新
被五花大绑
押往河滩
执行枪决
一颗子弹射来
正中我眉心
却没有倒下
没有死
全身上下
通电之感

天空无比湛蓝

Yi Sha
DREAM 570

I dreamed of a window
what was outside the window
that was the part
I cannot remember

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(570)》

我梦见了
一扇窗子
窗外景色
是梦醒之后
忘却的部分

Yi Sha
DREAM 571

I took a nap
I had a dream
I’m sure of that
but forgot all the contents
the whole afternoon
I couldn’t remember one thing
it felt as bad
as loosing money

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(571)》

午觉时
我做了个梦
我只记得
这个行为
但却忘记了内容
整个下午
怎么想也想不起
就像丢了钱
一样难受

Yi Sha
DREAM 572

I always thought
I don’t like women who are good in sports
but why am I dreaming
of a girl in high school
who sat next to me
she was javelin champion
I feel very nervous
I am very much under pressure
this is the second time
I am dreaming about her
I wrote another poem
about that first time

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(572)》

我一直以为
我不喜欢
体育型的女生
但为什么
当我梦见
中学时代那个
女子标枪冠军
做了我同桌时
却诚惶诚恐
倍感压力
有诗可查
这已经是
我第二次梦见她

Yi Sha
DREAM 574

“this is a contemporary poem“,
says the shanghai poet lu yu
about a piece by qi guo.
“many people write modern poems,
but they don’t write contemporary poems.”
this really happened three days ago
in zhujiajiao water town next to shanghai
at a poetry festival.
now I have dreamed about it
because I have said a while ago:
“if it isn’t contemporary,
it isn’t really a modern poem.”

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(574)》

“这是一首当代诗”
上海诗人陆渔在评点
祁国的一首诗:
“大部分诗人
写的是现代诗
而不是当代诗……”

那是在三天前
在上海朱家角水乡诗会上
真实发生过的一幕
重现在我昨夜的梦中
那是因为我早就说过:
“缺乏当代性
绝非真正的现代诗”

Yi Sha
DREAM 578

I am having a fight with my wife.
Some chicken-feather-small thing,
garlic-peal-thing, we can’t stop fighting.

An old holy man
comes down from the sky,
and touches the crown of her head.
She stops fighting with me.

I take a great leap
to jump into the sky
and beat that old man.

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(578)》

我和老婆在吵架
为件鸡毛蒜皮的小事
吵个不休

一个仙翁
从天而降
伸手摸了她的顶
她就不再跟我吵了

我一跃而起
跃上天空
追打仙翁

Yi Sha
DREAM 580

some town in yunnan
probably dali

she is selling flowers
gets me to follow her
into a dark room
then she has changed
into a prostitute

I haven’t done anything
but I am getting caught

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(580)》

云南某城
好像是大理

一个卖花女
将我引诱到
一个小黑屋
摇身一变
成卖淫女

我啥都没干
却当场被抓

Yi Sha
DREAM 581

As a volunteer
I walk into
a camp of syrian refugees
I am very surprised
everyone of them
looks like one of us
from the country I come from.
I know their faces,
they all look like family.

October 2015
Tr. MW, Nov. 2015

《梦(581)》

作为一名志愿者
我走进
叙利亚难民营
惊讶地发现
他们都长着
一张张同胞的脸
把我认作
祖国的亲人

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IN YUNNAN – 沈浩波

五月 1, 2015

Shen Haobo Yunnan

Shen Haobo
IN YUNNAN

in yunnan hat jeder baum feste brüste
in jedem obst summt ein bienenstock
schlürfst du ihren saft, scheint die sonne auf dich
du brauchst solches glück, sonst verstehst du das leid nicht
ein mädchen weint unterm mangobaum, ihre liebe
ist ein elefant mit schwerem hintern. gestern noch saß sie
hinten auf dem motorrad, ihr freund mit rotem haar
fegt wie ein sturmgewehr, röhrt oben vom berg bis an den fluss.
der pfau, ein blauer dämon, ein kalter hahn, und berechnend
der pfau ist schön wie eine frau, der hahn ist ein dorfbürgermeister
kühl ist der mond, eine weiße taste springt auf einem schwarzen klavier
aus der kokosnuss am himmel gießt jemand kokosmilch
morgendämmerung, reispflanzerinnen spielen die felder hinauf

24. 2. 2015

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.

中止

三月 30, 2011

innehalten

(fuer japan, yunnan, burma …)

die tage die blueten
die spitzen die gruenen
die weissen die gelben
die bienen die fliegen
die wogen die steigen
die wagen die treiben
die erde die bebt und
das leben das keimt

MW Maerz 2011

http://tokyowriter.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/quakebook/http://en.wordpress.com/tag/quakebook/

hold it

(quakes, tsunamis, nuclear threats …)

the days of the blossoms
the yellow the white
the shoots and the air
and the birds and the bees
the flies and the beetles
the earth and the trembling
the cars that come floating
the buildings come tumbling
the life that sprouts

MW March 2011


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