维马丁翻译的几首我的诗

Chun Sue

ON A TRIP

In the same night
in Berlin
I was at two events with Chinese writers.
The female writer who lived in London
gave me a stronger impression
than the male writer who stayed in America.
Her English pronunciation was better, more resonant;
also before at the event with the male writer
I was very thirsty
so I was distracted.
When the female writer was up on the stage
I had drunk enough water,
had been to the bathroom.
Under the light,
from the side she frowned at the moderator.
A grimace like
a Hollywood star doing a fierce ugly Asian.
It was really confusing,
like she was seeing her psychiatrist
at the literature festival.
As she screwed up her face
I really wanted to ask her: Are you happy?
Maybe it was
that special
feeling for form
reminding me of my former self.
At a lit fest in Norway, I had a crowd of high school kids;
when it was over,
I saluted the packed mass in the dark,
like a Young Pioneer.

2015
Tr. MW, Jan. 2016

 

TALKING TO MY HUSBAND

“So beautiful”
I stare into space
then I realize
he is talking about my belly.
Bulging,
20 weeks pregnant.
Actually I don’t think it’s beautiful.
It’s rather scary.
But I don’t want to disappoint him,
so I tell him I share his opinion.

2015
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015

 Chun Sue

TALKING TO A TREE

there is a tree in front of our bathroom
in winter the tree doesn’t change
beautiful
tall
I stare at the tree
I want to open the window and have a smoke
peaceful like sitting under the tree
in this non-smoking house
on the rim of Berlin
every day I put on a coat
take a look around
try to open the door
take a walk
light a cigarette
smoke
walk back in

2015
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015

 

DREAMING OF LIVING INSIDE A DREAM

taking pictures by day
then sleepless at night
in a dream with a foe
talking love
with a spy
talking love
in a dream, same-sex love
in a dream with the one who caressed me
in a dream with the one who harassed me
talking love, can’t be no big fire
can’t be no great snow
in a dream, making love, shoot to kill
panicking, heart-broken
showing colourful clothes
holding in gushing feelings
or gushing blood

2012
Tr. MW, 2014-2015

Chun 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

Chun Sue
EXHIBITION

you know the smallest number of people who ever came to my exhibition?
four.
myself, the gallery boss, a friend of mine who came all the way from denmark
and an old guy
who was lost.
he lived next door in a home,
mixed up the entrance,
walked in,
saw one painting,
bought it right away,
saying, “this is me!”

2015-02-05

Tr. MW, April 2015

 

Chun 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
MOND IN ALASKA

du bist der mond über alaska
du bist der fluss
grüne wellen spiegeln dein schwarzes gewand
du zündest dir selbstgedrehten tabak an
ich seh du bist 16 schläfst mit einem jungen
machst raudau, nimmst drogen, machst liebe
du gießt mir wein ein
hoffentlich ist es roter
du spielst gitarre
sagst du geht nach thailand und wirst ein mönch
dein meister ist in vietnam
kann sein deine seele blieb in tibet
deinen traum, den gabst du vor langer zeit auf
und wirst doch wieder unsicher
am nachmittag wirst du namenlos müde
du schläfst ein und träumst
du streiftest umher im früheren leben
du liebtest jungen
ich war deine große schwester
du wachst auf und bist verheiratet
und findest im netz eine junge chinesin nach deinem herzen

2011
Übersetzt von Martin Winter im Februar 2015

 

 

Chun Sue
MORGENS ÜBER DIE CHANG‘AN-STRASSE

Mein kleiner Bruder sagt: Vater, wir sind auf der Chang’an
schau sie dir gut an
Das ist genau die Chang‘an, die du über zwanzig Jahre lang gegangen bist
Ich sitze beim Vater, beim kleinen Bruder
Fast beginn ich zu weinen
Jetzt erst weiß ich
warum ich diese Straße des ewigen Friedens mag
Langsam, langsam fährt das Auto am Militärmuseum vorbei
an den roten Mauern von Zhongnanhai
am Xinhuamen
Papa ist klein jetzt, er ist eine Urne
die steht zwischen uns
die braucht nicht viel Platz
Das Auto fährt am Tian’anmen vorbei
und ich sehe
wie er auf dem Platz steht
und uns zusieht, wie wir vorbei fahren

Wie soll ich nur über dich schreiben
Du Sohn eines Bauern
Auch ich bin in einem Dorf geboren
Auch ich bin das Kind eines Bauern
Ich lege für dich eine Nacht lang Armeelieder auf
schluchzend und schreiend –
das mag ich auch.

2012
Übersetzt von Cornelia Travnicek & Martin Winter im Jänner 2015

 

ChunSue
春树(Chun Sue),中国当代作家、诗人。

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