美国诗人、评论家丹尼尔•布瑞克，写给苏菲的诗歌评论

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2016-04-14

美国诗人、评论家丹尼尔•布瑞克，写给苏菲的诗歌评论

这是一首绝望之诗，也是一首悲痛之诗。或许，这首诗的创作动机，是想通过一个绝望的希望，用人类文化遗产在诗歌里的体现来解释恐怖主义，并提出恐怖主义存在的原因。在那个灾难的夜晚，我们很多人，不但依赖互联网寻找信息，还连接一些志同道合的人来抚慰我们未曾丢失的灵魂。这位诗人的体验，尤其受到创伤，因为她知道将会如此。她希望找到的东西，和实际上她所能找到的东西，之间的不匹配加深了她的悲痛。她徒劳的搜索，持续了三天三夜，在此期间，她牺牲了她的时间，她的安慰，以及她的睡眠。
值得注意的重点是：在任何时候，诗人绝没有把自己看成一个特殊的个体；她的诗可能确实是一首特殊的诗，但她的存在，仅仅是许许多多人员中的一个，正如那些受害者。她用各种隐喻来形容搜索的本质。例如，“缠结的网络”，一个“蒸锅”，“虚幻的屏幕”，但最能产生共鸣的是“迷宫深处”，她遇到的不是凶残的野兽，她发现的只有黑暗和困惑。这不同于古代神话，陷入迷宫，而并没有决定性的胜利。在我们的现实世界，野兽就是恐怖主义，它在世界上松散的存在着。诗人的结论在本诗的标题里已经给出，在第一行，但在本诗的最后几行里，诗人略有加剧重申这一结论。
有时候，一首诗有它自己的方向，并巧妙地滑出了诗人意识的控制。重读这首诗时，诗人自己可能会发现这个隐藏的事项。我个人的感觉是，诗人的工作强度和完整性掩盖了她的结论：诗歌一无是处。而且，她在这首诗里做出的努力，使我相信她最后的陈述是不成熟的。她的诗是一个脆弱的阿里阿德涅线团，将会指引所有心怀善意的诗人、读者、所有恐怖主义的受害者，走出世界的黑暗迷宫，来到光明的世界，在这里，人们团结在一起，并肯定他们的人文价值观。

（丹尼尔•布瑞克）

2015-12-29 苏菲英译汉中国广州

Sophy Chen’s poetry comments by USA Poet and Critics, Daniel J. Brick

This is a Poem of Despair. It is also a Poem of Grief. It was motivated perhaps by a desperate hope that the heritage of human culture embodied in poetry can explain terrorism, and offer an understanding of why it exists. Many of us resorted to the internet on that fateful night to seek information but also to connect to like-minded people to reassure our hearts all was not lost. This poet’s experience was especially traumatic, as she knew it would be. The mismatch between what she hoped to find and what is actually available deepened her grief. Her futile search lasted for three days during which she sacrificed her time, her comfort and her sleep.
It is important to note: At no time does the poet see herself as an exceptional individual; her poetry may indeed be exceptional, but in her being she is simply one among many, just like the victims. She uses a variety of metaphors to describe the nature of her search. For example, the “entangled web,” a “steaming pan,” “illusory screen,” but the most resonant is the “labyrinthine depths.” But instead of encountering a murderous beast, she finds only darkness. And confusion. Unlike the ancient myth, there is no decisive victory over the beast confined to the labyrinth. In our world the beast is terrorism, and it is loose in the world. The poet’s conclusion has been signaled in the title and in the first line, but she reiterates it with a slight intensification in her last lines.
Sometimes a poem has its own direction and subtly slips out of the poet’s conscious control. The poet herself may discover this hidden agenda upon re-reading. My personal feeling is that the intensity and completeness of this poet’s work belie her conclusion that POETRY IS NOTHING. Furthermore, it is her effort in writing this poem that convinces me her closing statement is premature. Her poem is a frail Ariadne's Thread that leads the poet, her readers and all other people of good will out of the dark labyrinth of a world victimized by terrorism into the bright upper world where people band together and affirm their humane values

(Daniel J. Brick)

（附苏菲汉英对照原诗）

【中国】苏菲
《面对恐怖主义，诗歌是一无是处的是处》

我24小时挂在网上，我更换了所有搜索引擎
所有关键词，在互联网的夹缝里
我嗅见了你的一丝气息
我48小时挂在网上，像热锅上的蚂蚁
一次次试图，漫过这热气腾腾的油锅
好看清你的真面目，好让你听见我在哭泣
我72小时挂在网上，我飞蛾扑火
一次次试图，越过那幻象中的画屏
好在你面前展现，我最完美的舞姿
好让你看得见，我坠入火海，那永恒的瞬间
我寻遍了整个地球，追寻你的蛛丝马迹
从互联网的缝隙里，我窥见了你的只言片语——
面对恐怖主义，诗歌苍白无力
面对恐怖主义，诗歌一无是处
我寻遍了整个宇宙，探求你的缘起缘灭
在宇宙的裂缝里，我窥见了你残留的原代码——
面对恐怖主义，诗歌是无力的无力
面对恐怖主义，诗歌是一无是处的是处

2015-11-23 香港，如心铜锣湾海景酒店

选自《反恐诗歌》

Sophy Chen, China
Faced with Terrorism, Poetry Is Nothings' Nothing

After being online for 24 hours, searching all of the search engines,
Trying all of the key words, in all the entangled web of the internet,
I found not the slightest trace of you.
After being online for 48 hours, like a cat on a hot tin roof,
Again and again, slaving over a steaming pan,
In order to better see you in your true colours, and to let you hear me crying,
I still found not the slightest trace of you.
After being online 72 hours, I, like a moth to a flame,
Again and again, trying to go beyond the illusory screen images
In order to show off my best dancing in front of you
And to let you see my final moment as I crash and burn.
I’ve searched the whole earth, following your clues
And from the labyrinthine depths of the internet,
I got a glimpse of your few, brief words —
Faced with terrorism, poetry is pale and powerless,
Faced with terrorism, poetry is nothing,
I’ve searched the whole universe, researching your origin and your end,
And at its extent, I got a glimpse of the original code you left behind —
Faced with terrorism, poetry is powerless’ powerlessness,
Faced with terrorism, poetry is nothings’ nothingness.

2015-11-23, Causeway Bay Harbour View Hotel, Hong Kong

Selected from POETRY AGAINST TERROR’

苏菲英汉双语诗歌《这三天、啥也不想干》入选 “每日好诗评选网上投票（第10期）”（中国诗歌网）投票名单

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苏菲英汉双语诗歌《这三天、啥也不想干》入选（中国诗歌网）每日好诗（第10期）评选名单，名列前三呀！感谢“中国诗歌网”的编辑们，你们辛苦了。正如美国诗人评论家，丹尼尔•布瑞克说的那样，他在“苏菲诗歌&翻译网”阅读了苏菲所有原创诗歌之后，他唯独挑出了这首《这三天，啥也不想干》In These Three Days, I Don't Want to Do Anything，他说这是苏菲诗歌中，最值得他写评论的诗。并且对我说，他要就这首诗，写5000字的英语诗歌评论。我回答说，谢谢老师，如果你写了，我一定竭尽所能，立刻翻译成汉语，让全世界爱热诗歌的读者都读到你写的评论。对于一个用英语写诗歌的中国人来说，能得到英语本族语评论家的首肯，是一个中国人无比的骄傲和无尽的动力。这首诗在“苏菲诗歌&翻译网”首发之后，收到许多读者朋友单独发来的祝福和简短评论，这些读者大多是不写诗歌的读者，他们激动的告诉我：谢谢苏菲，太好了，你终于写了一首好诗，让大家都读得懂的好诗。以后就这么写，写让我们读的懂得好诗。

大家的鼓励和参与是苏菲写诗歌和翻译诗歌的无限动力，谢谢你们的鼓励和参与！请大家积极参与互动！谢谢大家，没有注册“中国诗歌网”的用户请积极注册参与互动呀！(请大家在电脑打开网站注册)

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In These Three Days, I Don’t Want to Do Anything
— When a person cannot be found, you’ll find how wonderful the past life together was

By Sophy Chen

In these three days, I don’t want to do anything
I only want to lie in your heatable brick bed
I don’t want to read English
In the morning
I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and look at you making
Chinese pollen tea, no sugar, a cup by a cup, you drink, I drink
Putting more coal!
Mindless of the nice snowflakes outside the cave dwelling
In these three days,
I don’t want to write poems
I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and look at you cooking, morning,
The sweet millet porridge for me, with a small plate of self-made pickled vegetable,
Noon, buckwheat noodles, night, mutton soup …
Putting coal again!
Mindless of thick snow and strong wind outside the cave dwelling
In these three days,
I don’t want to translate poems
I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and to listen to you tell your love story
Or from time to time, I just boast out
What I have done in English language
Putting more coal again!
Mindless of the heavy snow sealed mountains and blocked the road ahead outside
In these three days,
I really don’t want to do anything
I even don’t want to teach English, open my computer,
Phone calls, and read short massages in Weibo, or Weixin
Just let the heavy snow sealed mountains and cut down anything which can touch me
One thing that I desperately want to do is to wait and look you cooking delicious food for me —
Morning, pollen tea, the millet porridge, noon, buckwheat noodles, night, mutton soup …

2015-04-23 10:16 Xiao Gu Wei Island

《这三天，啥也不想干》
—— 一个人，只有无法找寻时，才发现相处的时光多么美好

苏菲

这三天，啥也不想干
只想躺在你那土炕上
清晨
不想读英语
只想躺在你那土炕上，看着你，
做花粉茶，不放糖，一杯，一杯，我喝，你也喝
多加点煤
窑洞外，雪花多美也不管
这三天，
我不想写诗
只想躺在你那土炕上，看着你，
做香喷喷的小米粥，外加一碟你亲手腌制的小咸菜，
中午，荞麦面节节，晚上，羊肉汤。。。。。。
再加点煤
窑洞外，雪再厚，风再大也不管
这三天，
我不想译诗
只想躺在你那土炕上，听你讲述爱情故事
或者，时不时，也自吹自擂
说说自己在英语语言里干了些什么
再多加点煤
窑洞外，大雪封山，阻断前路也不管
这三天，
实在什么也不想干
甚至不想，教授英语、开电脑、
开手机、看，微博，微信
就让大雪封山，切断一切联系
唯有一件，最想，就是，看着你，等着你，做最可口的饭菜——
早晨，花粉茶，小米粥，中午，荞麦面节节，晚上，羊肉汤。。。。。。

(苏菲英汉对照诗歌原创） 2015-04-23 10:16 小谷围岛

英语、汉语、韩语三语对照版苏菲英汉双语诗歌《这三天、啥也不想干》 In These Three Days, I Don’t Want to Do Anything

作者:

Sophy Chen

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2016-04-14

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In These Three Days, I Don’t Want to Do Anything
--- When a person cannot be found, you’ll find how wonderful the past life together was
By Sophy ChenIn these three days, I don’t want to do anything
I only want to lie in your heatable brick bed
I don’t want to read English
In the morning
I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and look at you making
Chinese pollen tea, no sugar, a cup by a cup, you drink, I drink
Putting more coal!
Mindless of the nice snowflakes outside the cave dwelling
In these three days,
I don’t want to write poems
I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and look at you cooking, morning,
The sweet millet porridge for me, with a small plate of self-made pickled vegetable,
Noon, buckwheat noodles, night, mutton soup …
Putting coal again!
Mindless of thick snow and strong wind outside the cave dwelling
In these three days,
I don’t want to translate poems
I only want to lie in your heat-able brick bed, and to listen to you tell your love story
Or from time to time, I just boast out
What I have done in English language
Putting more coal again!
Mindless of the heavy snow sealed mountains and blocked the road ahead outside
In these three days,
I really don’t want to do anything
I even don’t want to teach English, open my computer,
Phone calls, and read short massages in Weibo, or Weixin
Just let the heavy snow sealed mountains and cut down anything which can touch me
One thing that I desperately want to do is to wait and look you cooking delicious food for me —
Morning, pollen tea, the millet porridge, noon, buckwheat noodles, night, mutton soup …2015-04-23 10:16 Xiao Gu Wei Island

《这三天，啥也不想干》
—— 一个人，只有无法找寻时，才发现相处的时光多么美好
苏菲这三天，啥也不想干
只想躺在你那土炕上
清晨
不想读英语
只想躺在你那土炕上，看着你，
做花粉茶，不放糖，一杯，一杯，我喝，你也喝
多加点煤
窑洞外，雪花多美也不管
这三天，
我不想写诗
只想躺在你那土炕上，看着你，
做香喷喷的小米粥，外加一碟你亲手腌制的小咸菜，
中午，荞麦面节节，晚上，羊肉汤……
再加点煤
窑洞外，雪再厚，风再大也不管
这三天，
我不想译诗
只想躺在你那土炕上，听你讲述爱情故事
或者，时不时，也自吹自擂
说说自己在英语语言里干了些什么
再多加点煤
窑洞外，大雪封山，阻断前路也不管
这三天，
实在什么也不想干
甚至不想，教授英语、开电脑、
开手机、看，微博，微信
就让大雪封山，切断一切联系
唯有一件，最想，就是，看着你，等着你，做最可口的饭菜——
早晨，花粉茶，小米粥，中午，荞麦面节节，晚上，羊肉汤……

요새는아무것도하기싫어

소비

누구나 잃어버렸을 때, 같이 있었던 시절이 얼마나 값진 줄을 느낀다

-- 시인수기에서

요새는 아무 것도 하기 싫다

당신의 구들장에 누워

아침에

영어공부도 하지 않고

그저 구들장에 누워 당신을 쳐다 보련다

꽃가루 차를 만들어 설탕을 넣지 않고

한 컵 한 컵 나도 마시고 당신도 마시고

토굴 밖의 눈꽃이 아무리 아름다워도 상관없이

구들을 따끈따끈하게 만든다

요새 시도 쓰지 않고

그저 구들장에 누워 당신만 쳐다 보련다

아침에는 맛있는 좁쌀 죽에 당신이 손수 만든 장아찌를 먹고

정심에는 메밀국수를 먹고, 저녁에는 양 고깃국을 먹는다

그리도 다시 구들을 따끈따끈하게 만든다

토굴 밖의 눈이 아무리 두텁게 쌓이고 바람이 사납게 불어도

요새 나는 시를 번역하지 않고

그저 당신의 구들장에 누워 당신의 러브스토리를 듣고싶다

혹은 가끔씩 허튼소리도 하고 수다도 떨고

영어언어 안에서 무엇을 했는지 말하고

그리고 또 구들을 따끈따끈하게 만든다

토굴 밖에 큰 눈에 산이 가로 막히던 상관없이

아무 것도 생각하지 않고 영어를 가르치고 컴퓨터를 켜고

핸드폰으로 블로그, 위쳇도 보고

큰 눈이 산길을 가로 막아 모든 연락이 끊기고

유일하게 딱 하나, 당신을 그리고 당신을 기다리고 맛있는 반찬을 만들어

아침에는 꽃가루 차를 마시고 좁쌀 죽을 먹고

정심에는 메밀국수를 먹고 저녁에는 양 고깃국을 마시고…

(美) 文超塵譯

苏菲简介：

苏菲（Sophy Chen），本名陈丽华，中国当代女诗人、翻译家。1975年生于陕西汉中略阳。毕业于西安外国语大学英文学院，英语语言文学硕士，在外语类院校任教至今。

现为国际诗歌翻译研究中心研究员、混语版《世界诗人》季刊客座总编、中国翻译协会会员、“苏菲诗歌&翻译网”创办者兼执行总编。1989年开始汉语诗歌写作，2004年开始英文诗歌写作，并在各大报刊发表英汉双语诗歌和英汉双语诗歌翻译作品。曾参与汉英读本《中国新诗300首（1917—2012）》部分作品的英译及全书的英文校对。审译纯英文版《世界诗歌年鉴2013》、《世界诗歌年鉴2014》。

2012年，获国际知名英语诗歌专业网站POETRY.COM授予的“传奇诗人称号”，同年获IPTRC颁发的2012年度国际最佳翻译家奖。2014年荣获中国当代诗歌奖（2013—2014）翻译奖。

出版英译诗歌集六部：《花动摇》（赵兴中原著)、《藏香》（女诗人紫影原著）、《生之瞭望》（杨若鹏原著）、《异调》（女诗人绿袖子原著）、《胴体向前》（画家谭钧原著、《白娘子诗传》（女诗人廖诗蝶原著）。

프로필

Sophy Chen，본명 陈丽华，중국 당대 시인, 번역가. 1975년 섬서성 한중에서 출생. 서안외국어대학영문학과 졸업, 석사, 현재 대학 교수.

번역서로 시집 《胴体向前》등6권이 있고 중국당대시가상 번역상 부분을 수상한바가 있다.

ABOUT SOPHY CHEN

Sophy Chen, Lihua Chen, is a Chinese contemporary poetess and translator. The founder of “Sophy Poetry & Translation Website”. In 1975, she was born in Lueyang County, Hanzhong City, Shaanxi Province of China. She graduated from English Institute of Xian Foreign Studies University in English Literature, and she teaches English in a foreign language institute till now.

She is now a chief editor of “Sophy Poetry & Translation Website” , a guest chief editor of The World Poets Quarterly (Multilingual) , a member of the Translators Association of China and researcher of the International Poetry Translation and Research Center , She began to write Chinese poetry in 1989, and she began to write English poetry in 2004 and then she began to publish the original poetry (English or Chinese) and translated poetry (English to Chinese or Chinese to English) officially in newspapers and magazines. She translated a part of poems in the Chinese-English Textbook 300 New Chinese Poems (1917-2012) and World Poetry Yearbook 2013/2014 and she also proofed the three books.

She was awarded the “Legendary Poet” in 2012 by the international renowned English poetry website (www.poetry.com). In the same year she won the annual “International Best Translator” Award 2012 issued by IPTRC. In 2014, she won the Chinese Contemporary Poetry (2013-2014) Translation Award.

She translated six Chinese poetry collections into English, The Flower Swaying (2014), the original author, Zhao Xingzhong, Tibetan Incense (2014),poetess Purple Shadow (ZiYing), and The Outlook of Life (2014), Yang Ruopeng, Different Tunes(2014) by poetess Greensleeves, and The Body Forward(2015) by painter TanJun, A Poetry Biography for White Snake by Liao Shidie ,etc.

韩国语译者文超尘简介

韩语译者文超尘诗歌形象

文超尘,朝鲜族著名诗人，原名洪君植，1966年生于黑龙江省宁安市东京城镇，神学硕士，现居纽约。出版的诗集有《世纪末的阴谋》《千年之约》《361度孤独》《迈向天堂之路没有绊脚石》，报告文学集有《敲击时代的CEO们》《维纳斯的女人》，企业管理专著《公司呼唤的人才》《现场管理》等。

문초진, 저명한 조선족 시인, 본명은 홍군식, 1966년 흑룡강성 녕안시 동경성진 태생, 신학석사, 현재 뉴욕거주. 저서로는 시집 《세기말의 음모》,《천년의 약속》,《고독이란 내 새끼》,《천국으로 가는 길에는 걸림돌이 없다》, 르포《시대를 클릭하는 CEO들》, 기업관리《회사가 부르는 인재》《현장관리》등이 있다.

Korean Translator Wen Chaochen’s Bio

Wen Chaochen, official name Hong Junzhi, is a famous poet in Korean minority. He was born in 1966, in Dongjing town, Ning’an City, Heilongjiang Province of China and he got a master in theology, and now he lives in New York. His published poetry anthologies, The Conspiracy at the End of Century, A Millennium Appointment, 361 Degrees of Loneliness, and No Stumbling Block Towards the Road to Heaven; News-related Literature Collection, CEO Tapping Ages, and Venus’ Woman; Business Management Monograph, Companies Call for Talents, Site Management, and etc.

《开篇词》 OPENING NOTE 意大利全球诗歌选本《反恐诗歌》电子书

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《开篇词》

——意大利全球诗歌选本《反恐诗歌》电子书
法布里奇奥•佛斯尼

OPENING NOTE
——The Italian Global Poetry Anthology ‘POETRY AGAINST TERROR’ e-book
by Fabrizio Frosini

OPENING NOTE
by Fabrizio Frosini

(www.sophypoetry.com, Sophy Chen translated and published, 2016-01-11, GZ, China)

After I posted my poem, ‘Blood Rain’, on PoemHunter.com, my dear friend Pamela Sinicrope wrote to me saying that we had to think about a future collection of poems on the bloody Paris events of November 13th. From that suggestion the project was born. And I wanted it to become a large collective work: the voice of poets from many different countries, worldwide, who stand up and speak aloud — but without hatred — against the bloody madness of terror.
Astonishingly, 64 Poets from 42 different countries (counting both each poet’s home country and the ones where some of the poets currently live) have joined this project, and I wish to say “thank you” to each of them.
To make this project a tribute to the countless innocent victims, worldwide, we — poets of the world — wish to make our voices resonate in the minds and hearts of all women and men who refuse to be silenced by hate and violence. For this reason, I addressed a letter to the Secretary-General of the United Nations (of which you can read an excerpt here below), and the other poets sent a similar letter to the Head of State of their respective countries. It is a symbolic gesture, but it highlights our commitment as “Poets against Terror”.
In April, 2016, we will make our collection of poetry freely available, especially to schools, because we believe that education, fairness and justice are the crucial key to help fight and overcome ‘terror ideology’ — not discrimination, as some voices call for. On such a basis we seek a moral support from both national and international organizations, in order to give visibility to our project, because, to quote my friend and co-editor Daniel Brick, “this project is about compassion for the victims of terrorism, it’s a celebration of a simple equation: ‘violence = more violence ; peace = peace’. We’ve made it clear, we’re not debating causes, but mourning a particular ‘effect’ which is the intentional murder of innocents”.
This project would not have come about without the valuable help and support of my poet colleagues and friends Daniel Brick, Pamela Sinicrope and Richard Thézé. To them, my co-editors: "Grazie di Cuore" (my whole-hearted thanks).
Thanks also to Leila Samarrai and Valsa George Nedumthallil, who have helped with the commentaries, and — last but not least — to Galina Italyanskaya, who has created the book cover. However, we need to recognize the role of another invaluable source of help: the Poetry website ‘PoemHunter.com’. I would not have had the capacity, in such a short time, to invite so many poets worldwide to take part in this project without the help of "our site". All of us are indeed active members at PoemHunter.com.
One final thought: I would like, at this point, to remember all the victims of terrorism and their families —those who have suffered and those who have died — everywhere, in the world. Let me say to them, and to ourselves: We shall not forget.

Fabrizio Frosini, Florence, 20th December 2015

《开篇词》
法布里奇奥•佛斯尼

（诗歌诗歌&翻译网苏菲翻译报道，2016-01-11，中国广州）

我在PoemHunter.com诗歌网发表原创诗歌，“血雨”之后，密友帕梅拉•斯尼柯若普写信给我说，我们不得不想想，就11月13日巴黎血腥事件出版一本诗歌合集。
由于这个建议，该出版项目诞生了。“我希望这本书成为一部集体大创作：来自世界，各个国家的诗人，站出来大声发声——反对血腥疯狂的恐怖行动——但非仇恨。”
令人震惊的是，来自42个国家的64位诗人(每位诗人的国籍和现有居住国都计算在内)
加入了这个选本项目，我希望在此“感谢”你们每个人。
为了把这本书献给，全球范围内，无数无辜的受害者，我们 —— 世界诗人——希望我们的声音在自己心中产生共鸣，在那些由于仇恨和暴力保持沉默的男男女女心中产生共鸣。出于这个原因，我已经给联合国秘书长致函（你可以在下文读到一些信件的摘录），其他诗人也给他们各自的国家元首发出了类似的信函。虽说这只是一个象征性行为，但它凸显了我们“诗人反对恐怖”的承诺。
2016年四月，我们会尽可能地，免费发放这本诗歌集，特别是学校，因为我们相信，正如一些声音呼吁的那样，教育、公平正义是帮助打击和消除“恐怖意识形态”—— 没有歧视，关键的关键。在此基础上，为了能给该出版项目一定的能见度，我们寻求国内和国际组织道义上的支持，因为，引用好友，这本书的联合编辑，丹尼尔•布瑞克的话“这个出版项目是对恐怖主义受害者的同情，是一个值得颂扬的一次方程式：‘暴力 = 更暴力；和平 = 和平’。我们已经说得很清楚，我们不是在辩论恐怖主义产生的原因，我们在哀悼特定的‘效果‘，那些被蓄意谋杀的无辜天使们。
没有诗人同事们的鼎力协助，朋友，丹尼尔•布瑞克、帕梅拉•斯尼柯若普、理查德Thézé的支持，该项目是出不会来的。给我的联合编辑们：最衷心的感谢。
还要感谢莱拉•萨玛若、瓦尔萨•乔治•呢杜马斯萨利，协助写评论，——最后但并非最不重要的一点——加林娜•埃塔利安斯卡娃设计了书的封面。但是，我们需要认识到的
另一个核心作用，一个宝贵资源： “PoemHunter.com” 诗歌网站。没有“我们网站”的帮助，我没有能力，在这么短的时间内，邀请到世界各地，这么多的诗人参加这个项目。我们所有诗人确实是PoemHunter.com诗歌网站活跃的会员。
最后一个想法：我想，在这一点上，要铭记所有恐怖主义受害者及其家属——那些，在世界上，无处不在——已经遭遇恐怖主义的人们，以及那些已经死亡的人们。让我对他们说，对我们自己说：我们不会忘记你们。

法布里奇奥•佛斯尼，佛罗伦萨，2015年12月20日

苏菲英译汉 2016-01-03 中国广州

下载：意大利全球诗歌选本《反恐诗歌》

《写给联合国秘书长潘基文的信》意大利诗人法布里奇奥•佛斯尼(苏菲英译汉散文)

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（苏菲英译汉散文）

《写给联合国秘书长潘基文的信》意大利诗人法布里奇奥•佛斯尼

Italian Poet, Fabrizio Frosini’s Letter to Mr Ban Ki-moon, Secretary-General of the United Nations

for the Global Poetry Anthology ‘POETRY AGAINST TERROR’ e-book

Translated by Sophy Chen

www.sophypoetry.com/, Sophy Chen translated and published, 2016-02-04, GZ, China)

His Excellency Mr Ban Ki-moon

Secretary-General of the United Nations

Office of the Secretary-General

1st ave. and 46th street

New York, NY 10017 USA

Dear Mr Secretary General,

As a world citizen who loves peace and is adamantly against any kind of violence, I wish to inform your office of a project that came about after the brutal murders of so many innocent people in Paris, on November 13th, 2015. The project has been given the title

‘POETRY AGAINST TERROR’

as a tribute to the countless victims of terror, worldwide.

The book, which is an anthology of poetry, is a compilation of poems written by 64 poets from 42 different countries from all over the world. Through the poems, we, the poets, wish to express our unanimous desire for universal peace and to add our voice to those other unequivocal voices at the United Nations who say ‘NO’ to the scourge of terrorism that has horrifically affected so many human beings in so many locations around the globe.

The project, which was, primarily my own response to recent events in Paris, has grown to become the collective response of a large number of world poets, all of whom believe in liberty, equality and fraternity and who are totally against violence —against terror.

I am writing to you on behalf of all the poets involved in the project because we would like our message to reach the greatest number of people across the world as is possible. Particularly regarding the young, it would be wonderful having the book distributed freely to schools so to help people learn a message of peace and reject discrimination and hatred.

It is our fervent hope that your office kindly pass this information on to all the delegates of the United Nations and request their help in passing on the information further to colleagues working in national and international organizations that promote peace, especially those operating in the fields of culture and education.

I am grateful for your assistance,

Yours sincerely,

Fabrizio Frosini

(on behalf of the sixty-four ‘Poets against Terror’)

苏菲英译汉散文

《写给联合国秘书长潘基文的信》意大利诗人法布里奇奥•佛斯尼

（苏菲诗歌翻译网苏菲翻译报道,2015年，2月4日，中国广州）

潘基文先生阁下

联合国秘书长

秘书长办公室

第1大道，第46街

纽约州，纽约市10017号，美国

尊敬的秘书长先生阁下，

作为一位世界公民，我热爱和平，坚决反对任何形式的暴力，我希望告知你的办公室，

那么多无辜的人，于2015年11月13日，在巴黎被残忍谋杀后，产生了一个出版项目。该项目已经命名为

“反恐诗歌”

作为献给全世界，无数恐怖主义受害者的一项礼物。

这本书，是一本诗歌选集，是来自，全球42个国家64位诗人的诗歌汇编。通过诗歌，我们诗人，想表达一致的愿望，世界和平，希望我们的声音，能加入到联合国其他明确的声音里，对遍布全球各个角落，给人类带来灾害，令人恐惧地恐怖主义的瘟疫，说‘不’。

这个项目，主要针对，最近巴黎发生的事件，已经发展大量的世界诗人，他们都信奉自由，平等，博爱，完全反对暴力——反对恐怖。

我代表所有参与该项目的诗人，写信给你，因为我们希望这个消息尽可能的传送到世界上更多的人。特别是年轻人，能把书免费发给学校会更好，以便帮助人们了解和平信息，并拒绝歧视和仇恨。

我们热切地希望，你的办公室，友好地，把这些信息发给联合国全体代表，并要求他们协助把这些信息传递给他们的同事、促进和平的国内和国际组织，特别是那些管理文化和教育领域的同事。

很感谢你的援助，

此致，

敬礼

法布里奇奥•佛斯尼

（代表64诗人反恐诗歌）

苏菲恭祝全球读者、翻译家、诗人、评论家2016新春快乐！

作者:

Sophy Chen

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苏菲代表 "苏菲诗歌&翻译网"
恭祝全球读者、翻译家、诗人、评论家
2016新年快乐！

Sophy Chen congratulates
All Readers、Translators、Poets、Critics
All Over the World
Happy New Year in 2016
By “Sophy Poetry & Translation Website”

苏菲主持《岷洲文学》2016 春季卷国际诗坛 International Poems, Spring Volume,

作者:

Sophy Chen

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苏菲主持《岷洲文学》2016 春季卷国际诗坛
International Poems, Spring Volume,2016 of Minzhou Literature Hosted by Sophy Chen

岷州文学2016年春季卷目录

小说展台（主持：包容冰）

004 西部人陈玉福
050 三爷的烦恼李开红
057 同胞兄弟李林陇

诗坛高地（主持：任立）

062 于坚的诗于坚
065 南鸥的诗南鸥
070 呼岩鸾的诗呼岩鸾
075 吴投文的诗吴投文
079 海男的诗海男
082 苏震亚的诗苏震亚
086 王单单的诗王单单
090 寒烟的诗寒烟
094 微雨含烟的诗微雨含烟

散文集萃（主持：刘志成）

096 品读漳河王兴华
107 慈母西归舍利
113 狗娃爷轶事包福同
115 如果冬天有雪，可否用春天去兑换？刘文珂
118 金徽生态红色游贾学辉
122 最平淡的风景董想明
125 过生日刘桂芳
127 万物皆有佛性的科学证明妙音
131 诗意的遇见汪彩明

诗歌大观（主持：包容冰）

134 我知道了谜底蒋志武
136 雪野沉浸在立春的前夜刘居荣
139 在意大利老庄
142 冬日之旅温茹
144 自然中的颤栗老彦娟
146 吉祥女巫的诗吉祥女巫
148 期待一场大雪何水明
150 魏晋时代的光阴范北城
152 哑者无言的诗哑者无言

国际诗坛（主持：苏菲）

154 The Sommelier Says Barry Wallenstein
154 调酒师说巴里·华伦斯坦

158 Tired Ship Dilek Degerli
158 疲惫的航船迪莱克?德哥里

161 A Strange Boy Sayeed Abubakar
161 一个奇异的男孩赛义德?阿布?巴卡尔

163 A Way to Console Myself Bao Rongbing
163 自慰的方式包容冰

165 Faced with Terrorism, Poetry Is
Nothings' Nothing Sophy Chen
165 面对恐怖主义，诗歌是一无是处的是处苏菲

古体诗词（167-170）（主持：王玉文）

何鹤崔国清齐法一张铁军于柏春
曹鸣王霞王学勤呼岩鸾安居善
王循礼

文学评论（主持：王珂）

171 舍利诗歌的佛教语言呼岩鸾
186 泥土中孕育的芬芳吴涵玉
190 如沐春风张立华

国际诗坛部分内容图片展示

中国著名诗人杨克风采(Poet Yang Ke)

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Sophy Chen

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苏菲诗歌&翻译网-诗人风采-首位诗人风采展示

杨克风采 Poet Yang Ke

杨克简介：

诗人杨克，他是中国“第三代”实力派诗人和“民间立场”写作的代表诗人之一。在许多至关重要的时刻见证了过去三十年的中国诗歌。自1985年以来,杨克已经出版了《杨克的诗》等11部诗集以及3部散文随笔集和1本文集。他的作品被收入《中国新文学大系》（1976一2000）、《中国新诗百年大典》、《大学语文》等300种以上诗选集，并被翻译成英语、日语、德语、法语、韩语和印尼语等文字。他主编了从1998年到2014年,每个年度的《中国新诗年鉴》以及《他们10年诗歌选》，《朦胧诗选》（中国文库第4辑)等多种诗选。
给数十所高校和数百所中小学老师学生做过诗歌讲座。有诗作在中国中央电视台2008年新年新诗会播出。他被邀请参加了在德国、日本、澳大利亚、芬兰、挪威、菲律宾、印尼等举办的国际诗会和文学交流。杨克曾荣获中国大陆和台湾的文学奖多种，其中包括广东第8届鲁迅文艺奖，首届汉语诗歌双年（2006一2007）十佳奖，中国当代诗歌（2000一2010）贡献奖等
杨克现居广州，任广东省作家协会专职副主席。《作品》文学杂志社长。

About the Poet Yang

Ke is a prominent representative of the “folk writing” movement in China and witness to many vital moments of Chinese poetry in the past thirty years. Since 1985, Yang Ke has published eleven collections of poems (including Yang Ke’s Poems) as well as three collections of essays and an anthology. His works have been included in more than 300 poetry anthologies, such as Chinese New Literature Series（1976—2000), Centennial Collection of Chinese New Poems, and University Language and Literature, and translated into English, Japanese, German, French, Korean and Indonesian. He has edited every Chinese New Poems Yearbook published between 1998 and 2014, their Ten Year Poetry Anthology, Hazy Poem Anthology (China Series fourth volume), along with many other selections of poetry.
He has delivered poetry lectures to teachers and students at a dozen colleges and universities as well as over a hundred middle and elementary schools. His poetry was presented at China Central TV’s 2008 New Year Eve’s New Poetry Reading. He was invited to participate in several International Poetry Conferences and Literary Exchanges in Germany, Japan, Australia, Finland, Norway, Philippines, Indonesia, etc. Yang Ke has won numerous literature awards in mainland China and Taiwan, including the eighth Lu Xun’s Literature Award for Guangdong Province, Top Ten in the First Chinese Poetry Bi-annual Awards (2006-2007), and the Chinese Contemporary Poetry (2000-2010) Dedication Award.
Yang Ke now lives in Guangzhou, where he serves as vice president of the Guangdong Writer’s Association and President of Literary Works, a literary magazine.

(Translated by Sophy Chen) 2015-01-02 Guangzhou China

[杨克最新作品] / [ YANG KE Recent Poems ]

《人民》

那些讨薪的民工。那些从大平煤窑里伸出的
148双残损的手掌。
卖血染上爱滋的李爱叶。
黄土高坡放羊的光棍。
沾着口水数钱的长舌妇。
发廊妹，不合法的性工作者。
跟城管打游击战的小贩。
需要桑那的
小老板。

那些骑自行车的上班族。
无所事事的溜达者。
那些酒吧里的浪荡子。边喝茶
边逗鸟的老翁。
让人一头雾水的学者。
那臭烘烘的酒鬼、赌徒、挑夫
推销员、庄稼汉、教师、士兵
公子哥儿、乞丐、医生、秘书（以及小蜜）
单位里头的丑角或
配角。

从长安街到广州大道
这个冬天我从未遇到过“人民”
只看见无数卑微地说话的身体
每天坐在公共汽车上
互相取暖。
就像肮脏的零钱
使用的人，皱着眉头，把他们递给了，社会。

《The Chinese People》

The workers who have to beg for wages. 148 pairs of injured hands
waving from the Daqing coal mine.
Li Aiye, who caught AIDS after giving blood.
The shepherd bachelors of the loess slopes.
Gossipy women, mouths slick with spit as they count their cash.
Hair salon girls: unlicensed sex-workers.
Peddlers engaged in a running battle warfare with city authorities.
Old bosses
in need of a sauna.

The 9 to 5 tribe off to work on their bicycles.
Good-for-nothings with no where to go and nothing to do.
The bar-room wasters. Old men
sipping tea as they pet songbirds.
Scholars who fill the heads of their listeners with fog.
Derros, punters, porters stinking to high heaven;
dandies, beggars, doctors, secretaries (and secret mistresses into the bargain);
workplace clowns
and other supporting actors.

From the Avenue of Heavenly Peace to the Guangzhou Dadao
I am yet to see 'the Chinese people' this winter;
I've seen ordinary, speaking bodies
which keep each other warm
on buses day after day.
They're like grimy coins:
those who use them hand them over frowning
to society.

Tr. Simon Patton

《杨克的当下状态》

在啤酒屋吃一份黑椒牛扒
然后“打的”，然后
走过花花绿绿的地摊。
在没有黑夜的南方
目睹金钱和不相识的女孩虚构爱情
他的内心有一半已经陈腐。

偶尔，从一堆叫做诗的冰雪聪明的文字
伸出头来
像一只蹲在垃圾上的苍蝇。

《This Is the Latest on Yang Ke》

He eats a pepper steak in a pub
then 'grabs a cab' as they say in this town, then
wanders past stalls piled sky-high with colour.
Here in the South where night never falls
he watches money counterfeit love with strange girls—
His heart is half rotted away already.

Once in awhile from a jumble of ice-cold intelligent words known as poetry
he looks up
like a fly on its pile of rubbish.

Tr. Simon Patton

《在东莞遇见一小块稻田》

厂房的脚趾缝
矮脚稻
拼命抱住最后一些土

它的根锚
疲惫地张着

愤怒的手想从泥水里
抠出鸟声和虫叫

从一片亮汪汪的阳光里
我看见禾叶
耸起的背脊

一株株稻穗在拔节
谷粒灌浆在夏风中微微笑着
跟我交谈

顿时我从喧嚣浮躁的汪洋大海里
拧干自己
像一件白衬衣

昨天我怎么也没想到
在东莞
我竟然遇见一小块稻田
青黄的稻穗
一直晃在
欣喜和悲痛的瞬间

《I Came across a Small Rice Field in Dongguan》

Between the toes of factories
short-legged rice plants
clutch at the last bit of dirt

Their root-anchors
uncurl tiredly

Outraged hands wanting to scratch
birdsong and cricket call from the mud

In a patch of gleaming sunlight
I saw rice-plant leaves
shrug like shrugged shoulders

The spikes of rice grew quickly
The grains were in milk They smiled faintly in the summer breeze
talking to me

All of a sudden, emerging from the deafening, impulsive ocean
I wrung myself dry
like a white shirt

Yesterday, I would never have guessed
that in Dongguan
I could have come across a small field of rice
The yellow-green spikes
continued to sway
through moments both happy and sad

Tr. Simon Patton

《风中的北京》

风中的北京
骑自行车的人
四下惊飞的麻雀

发粘的空气很脏
陷在灰蒙蒙里的太阳
像一圈暗红的月亮

昨天昨天还秋高气爽

翻飞的纸形而上飞翔的纸
掠过头顶的塑料袋鼓胀的塑料袋
使我看清了风的形状

树叶在响
灰头土脸的麻雀
吱吱喳喳回巢的麻雀

洒落一地京腔

风吹人低见车辆

骑自行车的我
像一支箭
紧绷在弓弦上

射进北京的风里
射入租的家门

两个敲门的警察
令我忆起少年屋檐下
我伸进鸟窝的两根手指

《Beijing Wind》

Windy Beijing:
people on bikes
and startled sparrows everywhere

The sticky air is filthy
Trapped in haze, the sun
is like a ruddy moon

Yesterday, only yesterday, we had clear autumn weather

Air-borne paper metaphysical, soaring
Plastic bags glide overhead swollen
so that the form of the wind is visible to me

Leaves rustle in trees
Covered from head to foot in dust, sparrows
fly twittering back to their nests

The ground is covered with Beijing accents

Thou, from whose unseen presence the buses and taxis are driven

Riding my bike, I
am like an arrow
taut against the bow-string

Fired into the Beijing wind
I shoot through the door of my rented house

Two policemen come knocking:
I remember my boyhood,
reaching into a nest beneath a roof

Tr. Simon Patton

《石油》

一

结构现代文明的是液体的岩石
石头内部的冷焰
零度激情，绵长的黑色睡眠
保持在时间的深渊
水与火两种绝对不相容的元素
在事物的核心完美结合
蛰伏的黑马
永恒的午夜之血，停止呼吸的波浪
谁也无法涉过的光明河流
上下驰骋
从一个世界进入另一个世界

二

石油的死亡不是生命的终结
而是转换，从地狱到天堂
从一种形态变为另一种形态
火焰是尖锐的预言
瑰丽的梦境在死的光华中诞生
火中盛开的石油看不见花朵
二十世纪是最黑亮的果实

接连之声不绝，石油在混沌流淌
生死回环的石油气象万千
广大无边的气息
浸淫物的空间，甚至精神的空间
塑料器皿，凡士林，化纤织物
石油在一切感觉不到石油的地方汹涌
石油是新时代的马匹、柴、布、喷泉
金苹果，是黑暗的也是最灿烂的
今天石油的运动就是人的运动
石油写下的历史比墨更黑

三

就像水中的波痕，伤害是隐秘的
大自然在一滴石油里山穷水尽
灵魂陷落，油井解不了人心的渴意
游走奔腾的石油难以界定
在石油的逼视中
回光返照的绿色是最纯美的境地
一尘不染的月光，干净的美
在汽车的后视镜里无法挽留

《oil》

1

liquid-rock has been the making of modern civilization
the cold flame inside stone
a zero-degree passion, prolonged black sleep
sustained in time's abyss
two absolutely unmixable elements, fire and water
blend perfectly at the core of things
dark dormant horse
eternity's midnight-blood, a wave that stops breathing
river of light no one can ford
galloping across heaven and earth
from one world to the next

2

death of oil is not the end of life
but a conversion, from hell into heaven
from one form into another
flame is intense prophecy
magnificent dreamlands are born in the brilliance of dying
no flowers are visible in the fire-blooming oil
the twentieth century: bright-blackest of fruits

endless unbroken sound, oil flows in chaos
its cycle of births and deaths is spectacular
infinite unlimited fumes
fill material space—even non-material space is inundated
plastic containers, petroleum jelly, synthetic fibres
oil gushes in all those places oil cannot be sensed
oil: the horse, the fuel, the cloth, the fountain of a new age
golden apples: dark and most glittering of all
today the movement of oil is human movement
and the history it writes is blacker than any ink

3

like ripples in water, the damage is concealed
in a drop of oil, nature comes to the end of her resources
spirit collapsed, oil-wells cannot quench the thirst in human hearts
surging, mobile—oil is impossible to define
in oil's steady gaze
the green of that final moment of consciousness is the most beautiful scene of all
stainless, unsullied moon-light, a clear beauty
irretrievable in the vehicle's rear-view mirror

Tr. Simon Patton

中国著名女诗人潇潇风采(Poetess Xiao Xiao)

作者:

Sophy Chen

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2016-04-13

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中国著名女诗人潇潇风采(Poetess Xiao Xiao)
Chinese Well-known Poetess Xiao Xiao's Elegant Demeanour
苏菲诗歌&翻译网-诗人风采-第三位诗人风采展示
Sophy Poetry & Translation Website-Poet Demeanour-the Third Poet's Elegant Demeanour

潇潇风采(Poetess Xiao Xiao)

潇潇简介

潇潇，诗人、画家、中国现代诗编年史丛书主编、《大诗歌》《青海湖国际诗歌节特刊》执行主编。1993年主编了中国现代诗编年史丛书《前朦胧诗全集》《朦胧诗全集》《后朦胧诗全集》《中国当代诗歌批评全集》。出版诗集有：《树下的女人与诗歌》《踮起脚尖的时间》等。长诗《另一个世界的悲歌》被评为九十年代女性文学代表作之一。有诗作被翻译成德、英、日、法、波斯语、阿拉伯语等。其绘画作品参加了“中国当代诗人艺术展”；“中国当代文人书画展”等。 2009年与人策划、组织了《铭记5•12：这里是四川，这里是中国》大型诗歌朗诵会。曾获首届“探索诗”奖、“中国第三代诗歌功德奖”、“汶川抗震救灾优秀志愿者奖”、“第二届中国诗剧场•诗歌奖”、第五届“闻一多诗歌奖”、“第一朗读者•诗歌成就奖”、2013《现代青年》年度人物•最佳青年诗人。

继续

中国著名诗人伊沙风采（Poet Yi Sha）

作者:

Sophy Chen

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2016-04-13

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苏菲诗歌&翻译网-诗人风采-第二位诗人风采展示

伊沙风采（Poet Yi Sha）

作者简介

伊沙，男，原名吴文健。诗人、作家、批评家、翻译家、编选家。 1966年生于四川成都。1989年毕业于北京师范大学中文系。现于西安外国语大学中文学院任教。出版著、译、编70余部作品。获美国亨利•鲁斯基金会中文诗歌奖金以及中国国内数十项诗歌奖项。应邀出席瑞典第16届奈舍国际诗歌节、荷兰第38届鹿特丹国际诗歌节、英国第20届奥尔德堡国际诗歌节、马其顿第50届斯特鲁加国际诗歌节、中国第二、三、四届青海湖国际诗歌节、第二届澳门文学节、美国佛蒙特创作中心等国际交流活动和写作计划。

About the Author

Yi Sha, male, real name Wu Wenjian, is a poet, writer, critic, translator, and compiler. He was born in Chengdu, Sichuan, in 1966, and graduated from the department of Chinese language and literature of Beijing Normal University in 1989. He now teaches in the Chinese Institute of Xi'an International Studies University. He has published over 70 written, translated and edited books and won a Chinese poetry grant from the Henry Luce Foundation in USA and more than dozens of poetry awards in China. He was invited to participate in a number of international exchange activities and a writing program, such as the 16th Nässjö International Poetry Festival in Sweden, the 38th Rotterdam International Poetry Festival in Netherlands, the 20th Aldeburgh International Poetry Festival in UK, the 50th Struga International Poetry Festival in Macedonia (Struga Poetry Evenings), (the 2nd, the 3rd and the 4th) Qinghai Lake International Poetry Festival in China, the second Macao Literary Festival, and the United States of Vermont Creative Writing Center writing program

Translated by Sophy Chen 2015-01-24

Yi Sha

READING AT ARIZONA UNIVERSITY: OCT. 25th, 2014

1) 《车过黄河》 CROSSING THE YELLOW RIVER
2) 《9/11 心里报告》 9/11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH
3) 《中国底层》 CHINA DOWN AT THE BOTTOM
4) 《性爱教育》 SEX EDUCATION
5) 《在美国使馆遭拒签》 HAVING MY VISA REFUSED AT THE AMERICAN EMBASSY
6) 《二泉映月》 THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING
7) 《烟民萨达姆》 SADDAM THE SMOKER
8) 《进入美国》 ENTERING AMERICA
9) 《佛蒙特创作中心》 VERMONT STUDIO CENTER
10) 《一年》 ONE YEAR
11) 《在美国再忆钟品》IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN
12) 《隔壁的歌声》 SONG FROM NEXT DOOR
13) 《梦（442)》 DREAM #442 (it is winter/ I’m in an internet cafe/ ...)
14) 《佛州吟》 SONG OF VERMONT
15) 《烦人的鲁奖》 GODDAMN LU-PRIZE

Yi Sha

CROSSING THE YELLOW RIVER

The train was passing the Yellow River
I was in the toilet
I know that pissing wasn’t the right thing
I should have sat at my window
or stood at a door
left hand on my hip
right hand at my brows
gazing out like a Great Man
at least like a poet
having thoughts on the river
on old debts of history
everyone was gazing out
I was in the toilet
taking my time
finally I had time for myself
I had waited one day and one night
in the time it took for my business
the Yellow River had flown far away

1988
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

车过黄河

列车经过黄河
我正在厕所小便
我深知这不该
我应该坐在窗前
或站在车门旁边
左手叉腰
右手作眉檐
眺望象个伟人
至少象个诗人
想点河上的事情
或历史的陈帐
那时人们都在眺望
我在厕所里
时间很长
现在这时间属于我
我等了一天一夜
只一泡尿功夫
黄河已经流远

Yi Sha

9.11 REPORT FROM THE COUCH

Ist second: mouth barn-door open
2nd second:wooden-chicken stiff
3rd second:couldn’t believe it
4th second:it must be true
5th second:what a great fire
6th second:well they deserve it
7th second:this is retribution
8th second:these buggers have guts
9th second:must be their religion
10th second:before I realize
my own little sister
lives in new york
I need a telephone
long distance call!
can’t get a connection!
I go storming for a computer
where is the internet
typing out characters
writing an email
shaky fingers
“sister, sister!
are you alive?
your elder brother is worried sick!”

2001
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

《9.11心理报告》

第1秒钟目瞪口呆
第2秒钟呆若木鸡
第3秒钟将信将疑
第4秒钟确信无疑
第5秒钟隔岸观火
第6秒钟幸灾乐祸
第7秒钟口称复仇
第8秒钟崇拜歹徒
第9秒钟感叹信仰
第10秒钟猛然记起
我的胞妹
就住在纽约
急拨电话
要国际长途
未通
扑向电脑
上网
发伊妹儿
敲字
手指发抖
“妹子，妹子
你还活着吗？
老哥快要急死了！”
（2001）

Yi Sha

CHINA DOWN AT THE BOTTOM

Pigtail is meeting his friend at the tent.
“Bao, do you have cigarettes?”

That box of cigarettes was stolen,
just like the type 64 handgun up on the roof.

Bao sits on the bed in the construction tent.
He broke his leg when they ran with the pistol.

Bao wants to sell it
and go to the hospital to get his leg fixed.

Pigtail is all against that.
“Bao, they will take down your head!”

Bao starts to cry,
crying harder and harder: “Look at the state I’m in!”

“I haven’t eaten at all for two days.
You want my leg to stay broken?”

Now Pigtail starts crying.
He’s wiping his face: “Look at this state we’re in!”

Pigtail decides to sell the gun.
He sells the gun to Mr. Dong.

This was the beginning of a big case:
The 12/1/97 murders* in Xi’an.

On such a night everyone thinks of the murders
I think of Pigtail and of Young Bao.

These hopeless kids from the bottom of China,
this people’s poet can’t get them out of his head.

1997-1999
Tr. MW, August 2014

伊沙

《中国底层》

辫子应约来到工棚
他说：“小保你有烟抽了？”

那盒烟也是偷来的
和棚顶上一把六四式手枪

小保在床上坐着
他的腿在干这件活儿逃跑时摔断了

小保想卖了那枪
然后去医院把自己的腿接上

辫子坚决不让
“小保，这可是要掉脑袋的！”

小保哭了
越哭越凶：“看我可怜的！”

他说：“我都两天没吃饭了
你忍心让我腿一直断着？”

辫子也哭了
他一抹眼泪：“看咱可怜的！”

辫子决定帮助小保卖枪
经他介绍把枪卖给一个姓董的

以上所述的是震惊全国的
西安12.1枪杀大案的开始

这样的夜晚别人都关心大案
我只关心辫子和小保

这些来自中国底层无望的孩子
让我这人民的诗人受不了

1997-1999

Yi Sha

SEX EDUCATION

One of our travels
We didn’t get out very much –
Nine years ago. Led us to Qingdao -
A summer of love
Sand castles, writing on rocks
Fresh clams in small restaurants
Very cheap. I remember
We lived in a school
A hotel for the summer
It was our summer of
Watching movies together
One night we sat
In the video room
All the way until morning
There was a flick about all kinds of fish
We were attracted
And then we felt
Shaken without compare
There was a fish called salmon
They had this one time
Of uninhibited communion
At the end of their lives
Fish of great beauty
Nine years ago
We don’t remember
How great it was
But no-one forgets
The pain at the end

1997
Tr. MW, 2014/2

伊沙

性爱教育

那是我们不多的
出门旅行中的一次
九年前在青岛
那是属于爱情的夏天
海滩上的砂器和字迹
小饭店里的鲜贝
非常便宜记得
我们住在一所
学校里在夏季
它临时改成了旅店
那是我们共同的
爱看电影的夏天
一个晚上我们
在录像厅里
坐到了天亮
一部介绍鱼类的片子
吸引了我们
使我们感到
震惊无比
那种鱼叫三文鱼
一种以一次
酣畅淋漓的交媾
为生命终结的
美艳之鱼
九年了
我们没有记住
它的美丽
只是难以忘记
这种残酷的结局

1997

Yi Sha

HAVING MY VISA REFUSED AT THE AMERICAN EMBASSY

all morning till noon
one hundred people in a small room
like smuggled in a container
among boring figures and faces
a beautiful girl studying ballet
brings us all to attention

before my meeting with the official
I have a bit of bad feeling
among the people who get a visa
not one man under 50
only two men
an old guy with his wife
and one so small he doesn’t reach to the counter
America’s scared
they are really afraid
must be scared of our men!
holy shit! visa-official with a big beard
looks like a muslim, much more than me
much more like a terrorist
he doesn’t deliberate
he’s very sure he’s refusing my visa
must have seen something in my eyes
we say big apes cherish each other
he saw some deep hidden blood lust
an intention to immigrate
he’s reading the signs
the great li taibo from the tang dynasty moving to persia
no fucking international jokes please

holding my head up while taking my leave
I see the ballet girl was also refused
at another counter by a black woman
but she’s one happy duckling
flying outside with a song on her lips
“her parents were forcing her to go to america ...”
someone from the crowd knows how it is

2004

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

《在美国使馆遭拒签》

整个上午
一百个人挤在一个不大的厅里
像挤在一条偷渡船的仓底
在等待签证的百无聊赖中
一个学芭蕾的美少女
成为全场的最大姣点

在与签证官见面之前
我已经有点底虚了
我怎么瞧着被签的人中
几乎没有青壮年的男人
有那么两个
一个是带着老伴的老头
一个是个头够不到窗口的侏儒
美国怕了
真的怕了
他们现在怕男人
哇靠！大胡子的签证官
其实比我长得
更接近于穆斯林
也更像个恐怖分子
他未加丝毫考虑
坚定不移地拒签我
难道是猩猩惜猩猩
他一眼便瞧出了我眼中
深藏不露的杀气
移民之嫌
有此迹象乎
大唐李白想要移民波斯
你他妈甭跟老子开国际玩笑了

在我扬长而去之时
那个学芭蕾的美少女
也被另一窗口的黑女人拒签
她真是快乐得像只欲飞的小鸭子
欢叫着离开此地
“一准儿是她父母逼着她去美国……”
队伍里有人做出了正确的判断

（2004）

Yi Sha

THE MOON REFLECTED IN SECOND SPRING

In the summer three years ago
my son and I
used to play soccer
on empty spaces in our block
there was this boy
must have been around ten
always came running to play with us
he was the grandchild
of the bicycle guard in our block
he had a bit of a lisp
that hot summer
belonged to the soccer world championship
we had reckless matches
they sued me two times
then we stopped playing

Three years later
I'm always alone
in the hot sun
walking around our apartment block
avoiding the mobsters
"You you you
why why don't you play football no more?"
from his lisping
I recognize him
he is three years older
now I can see it
he's soft in the head
"Where do you go to school?"
"I I I .... don't go to school."

In the evening
a stifling hot night between our buildings
a jerky tune played on an erhu
You can just recognize
Blind Abing's famous piece
The Moon Reflected in Second Spring
I guess no-one knows
except me
it is that kid not right in the head
downstairs in the garage
taught by his grandpa
July 2013
Tr. MW, March 2014

伊沙

《二泉映月》

三年前的夏天
我和儿子
常在小区的空地上
踢球
一个十岁左右的
小男孩
老是跑来参与
他是小区看车库的
老师傅的孙子
说话有点大舌头
那个火热的
属于世界杯的夏天
我们疯狂踢球的行径
被人一连投诉了两次
也就不再踢了

三年后的夏天
我总是独自一人
头顶烈日
在小区的小径上
绕圈暴走
“你你你
怎怎么不踢球了？”
有人大着舌头问我
我才认出是那孩子
他长大了三岁
我才看出是个傻孩子
“你在哪儿上学？”
“我我我……不上学”

到了晚上
小区闷热的夜空中
响起了生涩的二胡声
依稀能够听出
是瞎子阿炳的
《二泉映月》
除了我
大概无人知晓
是这傻孩子拉的
他在地下车库顶上
跟随爷爷学艺

2013年7月

Yi Sha

SADDAM THE SMOKER

saddam hussain
before they hanged him
asked for a cigarette
fuck! that one smoke
had he drawn it into his mouth
he‘d have been floating in heaven already
one satisfied sigh
at he end of his life
would have been the best cigarette
he ever had
better than each of those
very best quality
cuban cigars
but -
mean little
iraqi warden
stuck to the rules and refused
fuck! what was that for
smokers don’t want very much before death
now he’s past all regret
he had nothing to say
facing his hour
saddam hussain went like a man

January 2007
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

《烟民萨达姆》

侯赛因•萨达姆
在临刑之前
曾向狱卒索烟
靠！那支烟
如果抽到嘴里的话
他定会飘飘欲仙
在生命的终点感叹
这是他平生
所抽过的
味道最好的
一支烟
比他平时抽惯了的
古巴雪茄的极品
还要好抽很多
但是——
这个小家子气的
伊拉克狱卒
断然拒绝了他
靠！这又何必呢
烟民将死就差这口
现在已经无所留恋
侯赛因•萨达姆只能去死了
他赴死的时候没得说
像个纯种的爷们儿
2007/1

Yi Sha

ENTERING AMERICA

I flew from beijing into detroit
and there I walked to immigration
facing two members
of the border police
one checking people
one checking luggage
I didn’t care what they were doing
I came prepared with one magic word
“I am a poet”
(from my successful experience
at the embassy getting a visa)
one policeman was old, one was young
but their expressions
surprised and delighted and even respectful
were exactly the same
over and over they stamped my passport
actually I had some experience before
this is not the first time I’m going abroad
except in my country where I keep quiet
I beat my chest everywhere and exclaim:
“I am a poet!”

---- --- --
shsh! don’t let the terrorists hear me
god bless america
and keep it safe

Sept. 27, 2014
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

《进入美国》

我从北京飞到底特律
并在此入境
一前一后
面对两位边检官
一个查人
一个查行李
我不管三七二十一
老子只有一个杀手锏
“我是诗人”
（那是从使馆签证官
那里得来的成功经验）
他俩一老一少
但脸上那种
又惊又喜又敬的表情
是一样的
钢印便重重地砸在
我的护照上
其实我似乎早有经验
又不是头一回出国
除了在自己祖国气不敢出
我他妈到哪儿都敢拍胸脯：
“我是诗人”

嘘！别让恐怖分子听了去
上帝保佑美利坚
还会继续保佑下去

Yi Sha

VERMONT STUDIO CENTER

joann from chicago
a female writer
could be my age
tells me about
an older writer
john from new york
(the patriarch among us writers)
he gave her a story
a work in progress
asking for her opinion
and the next morning
she raised a few points
she thought the snake
crawling into
a male person’s anus
it was not realistic
john heard her out
but then he ignored her
joann asked me:
“yi sha, please tell me
if this happened in china
what would be the outcome?”
I told her seriously:
“in china we never
show each other our stories
and no writer ever
would let a snake
crawl in somebody’s anus”

MW Tr. Oct. 2014

伊沙

《佛蒙特创作中心》

来自芝加哥的
中年女作家朱安
告诉我说
那个来自纽约的
老年男作家约翰
（我们作家组的组长）
给她看他一部
正在创作中的
小说手稿
她看完后
给他提了点意见
认为其中一条蛇
钻进一个男人屁眼
这个细节不真实
老约翰听罢
再也不搭理她了
朱安问我：
“伊沙，你说
这件事如果
发生在中国
会怎么样？”
我认真作答：
“在中国
不会有同行
给你看其手稿
也不会有作家
写一条蛇
钻进人的屁眼里”

Yi Sha

ONE YEAR

at vermont studio center
in front of maverick writing studio
I ask joann
the female writer from chicago:
“I heard the longest residence here
is twelve months.
have you met any writer or painter
who stayed that long?”
“yeah, I’ve seen one”, says joann
stretching both arms in front of her
hopping forward

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

《一年》

在佛蒙特创作中心
马夫瑞克工作楼前
我问芝加哥女作家
朱安女士：
“此处最长的驻站
是12个月
你见过在这里
呆了一年的
作家或画家吗？”
“见过”朱安说
然后伸出双臂
向前平举
朝前蹦去

Yi Sha

IN AMERICA, THINKING OF ZHONG PIN

at vermont studio center
in front of maverick writing studio
a squirrel
shoots up a big maple tree
I think of you
I want to prove
to the world
in our time
there is still one person
who was unhappy
‘cause he did not become a poet
he could not find peace
that person was you
how does that sound
like a winter’s tale
but here in our world
there are no fairy tales
in fact you told me
25 years ago
“I am a hedonist
and would not be content
to become a poor poet …”
so I have to say
you did what you wanted
you followed the masses
went like all the people
so I relax
and the squirrel
jumps from the tall maple tree
to look at me
in his little eyes
I see only joy
no fear at all
it must be you
your soul is in heaven

Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

《在美国再忆钟品》

在佛蒙特创作中心
马夫瑞克工作楼前
一只小松鼠
窜上了高大的枫树
我想起了你
我想向世界
提供一个证明
即使在这个时代
也还是有人
在为没有做成诗人
而不安宁
而不快乐
那便是你
这听起来
仿佛冬天的童话
但此人间
哪有童话
事实是你在
二十五年前
就曾对我说过：
“我是享乐主义者
不会满足于做个
穷诗人……”
所以说起来
你是什么都想要啊
从凡夫俗子
从芸芸众生
我也就释怀了
一只小松鼠
从高大的枫树上
一跃而下
与我对望
小眼睛里
只有欣喜
没有恐惧
是你升入天堂的
灵魂

Yi Sha

SONG FROM NEXT DOOR

next door to my studio
a tibetan poet from india
when he was ten
he fled with his parents
writes in english and in tibetan
does not speak chinese
everyday he brings a guitar
actually it’s his own three-stringed instrument
when inspired
he breaks out in song
music goes through the walls
I don’t feel
he is disturbing me
I often prick up my ears
oh, it comes again
he is singing
I feel like I am going to cry
he sings in tibetan
but it is the tune
“nothing is more red then the sun,
no-one is closer than chairman mao…”

Tr. MW Oct. 2014

伊沙

《隔壁的歌声》

我工作室隔壁
是一位印籍藏裔诗人
在他十岁那年
随爹妈逃到印度
用藏、英双语写作
不通汉语
他每天怀抱一把
六弦琴来到工作室
兴之所至
便弹唱起来
歌声穿墙而过
我不觉得
打扰了我
常常侧耳谛听
哦，此时此刻
他又唱起来了
听得我差点泪奔
他唱的是藏文版
《太阳最红，毛主席最亲》

Yi Sha

DREAM #442

it is winter
I’m in an Internet cafe
to go online

in this Internet bar
there is this old iron stove
from long time ago
with a metal chimney
going outside the house
up on the ledge
you can roast sweet potatoes
that kind of stove

above my head
there’s a gaslight
shining bright
just like the moon

August 2014
Tr. MW, August 2014

《梦（442）》

冬天
我在一家网吧
上网

那家网吧
有一座过往年代的
大铁炉子
架有通向户外的
铁皮烟囱
炉口边沿
可以烤红薯的
那种

头顶上有一盏
煤气灯
很亮
像月亮

Yi Sha

SONG OF VERMONT
(Tang dynasty style)

Green peaks raise blue skies,
clear brooks meet in ponds.
Maples reflected -
is this the real world?
Wang Wei walked here
to his Journey’s End.
Frost stopped in woods,
we have miles to go.
I am just a guest,
with geese flying south.
Red leaves send us off,
snowflakes greeting spring.

Written 10/16/14 at Vermont Studio Center
Tr. MW, Oct. 2014

伊沙

《佛州吟》

绿山举青天，
碧水聚清潭，
枫林有倒影，
何似在人间？
王维到此游，
行到水穷处，
佛生本乡出，
林中有岔路。
我本一过客，
鸿雁欲南飞，
落叶送旧旅，
飞雪迎春归

Yi Sha

GODDAMN LU-PRIZE

the night they announced
the lu xun literature prize
my mobile phone rang
it was the ningxia muslim poet
shan yongzhen. he said:
“only if you are never considered
for the biggest official prize,
you can become
a great poet in china.
tonight my first candidate
would have been chang yao
(who died in 2000)
the second one I thought of
was you, brother yi!”
hearing these words
brother yi stammered
didn’t know what to say
would have liked to hang up
brother shan said:
“so you don’t want to
discuss this topic
in any way?”
I said:
“yes, yes ....”
he didn’t know
what I was doing
I didn’t want to discuss any topic
I was watching a porn flick
in my computer
there was this great
piece of ass from thailand
in front of my eyes

August 2014
Tr. Oct. 2014

伊沙

《烦人的鲁奖》

鲁迅文学奖
揭晓当夜
我的手机响了
是宁夏回族诗人
单永珍——他说：
“在中国
永不染指鲁奖的
才会成为
伟大的诗人
今晚我头一个
想到的是昌耀
第二个想到了
老哥你……”
面对此说
本老哥支支吾吾
不像往常那般
口若悬河
几欲挂断电话
对方说：
“你是不是
连这个话题
都不想谈？”
我说：
“是的，是的……”
对方不知道
此时此刻
我什么都不想谈
因我正在看A片
一个泰国妞
正在我面前的电脑上
晒屁股

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