中国著名诗人伊沙风采（Poet Yi Sha）

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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