Poem
Yan Jun
THIS MOMENT
At this moment China has no borders, no morning melodies, TV-station paralysis, one billion people wake up from under their skin; others enter from a different space;At this moment there’s no future, ignore the past, future hasn’t ever happened, past’s been swallowed, past belonging to this moment, now the past is born again;
At this moment the weepy news warrior sits down with her dog-faced crew for dinner, and suddenly drops dead, exposed in the light of capitalist democracy, inspiration on ice cream;
This moment is China without government, traffic lights instruct my life;
No renovations at this moment, no demolishing this moment, and the past is humiliation, this the time to drink amnesia, and spit out what was forgotten;
Beijing changes shape this instant, possibility itself;
At this moment the party and the people have nurtured each other, so they are both organic; they have washed each other, hugged and cried in media art;
At this moment you only hear static, the Flying Spaghetti Monster sanctified Tian’anmen;
This moment is a naked guy from antiquity who went to teach in the west, he booked a plane ticket for tomorrow, which got cancelled, so he’s stuck in this moment, becoming a Buddha;
Instantly this space is joyful, Instant Cola, Coke goes bankrupt, we drink water we’re immortal
2009.9.23
© Translation: 2011, Martin Winter
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011
DIT MOMENT
Op dit moment kent China geen grenzen, geen ochtendliederen, de televisieomroep is verlamd, een biljoen mensen komt tevoorschijn van onder hun huid, anderen dringen binnen vanuit een andere ruimteOp dit moment is er geen toekomst, geen terugblik op het verleden, de toekomst heeft nog niet plaatsgevonden, het verleden is ingeslikt, het verleden behoort tot dit moment, en wordt nu herboren
Op dit moment zit de nieuwsjager vaak met tranen in de ogen te eten met haar paparazzi-collega’s, en valt ineens dood neer, vanwege de schittering van de kapitalistische democratie, de Verlichting op roomijs
Op dit moment zit China zonder regering en leiden de verkeerslichten mijn leven
Op dit moment is er geen renovatie, geen afbraak, het verleden is een vernedering, het is het moment om een amnesie te drinken en de hele vergetelheid uit te spugen
Op dit moment is Peking aan het veranderen, het wordt een mogelijkheid in zichzelf
Op dit moment voeden de Partij en het volk elkaar, en worden allebei organisch, ze hebben gebaad en elkaar snikkend omhelsd in de mediakunst
Op dit moment is er alleen lawaai, het Vliegende Spaghettimonster heeft Tiananmen heilig gemaakt
Dit moment is een naakte man uit de oudheid, die in het westen lezingen geeft en een ticket voor morgen boekt, dat geannuleerd wordt, die dus blijft steken op dit moment en ter plekke een Boeddha wordt
Dit hier is het moment van genot, het moment van cola, het moment dat het bedrijf failliet gaat, dan drinken wij water en worden onsterflijk
2009.9.23
© Vertaling: 2011, Audrey Heijns
此刻
此刻中国没有国界,没有晨曲,电视台瘫痪,十亿人从人皮下醒来,其他的从另一空
间进入
此刻,就是没有未来,无视过去,未来从未发生,过去被吞食,过去归
于此刻,
再生于此刻 此刻,常常热泪盈眶的新闻战士,和她的狗仔队同事共进晚餐,突然死去,被资本主
义民主照耀,在冰激凌上顿悟
此刻是无政府的中国,交通灯教导了我的人生
此刻不装修,也不拆除,过去意味着羞辱,此刻就是痛饮遗忘,把所有遗忘吐出来
此刻北京在变形,成为可能性本身
此刻党和人民哺育了彼此,有机了彼此,沐浴了彼此,在媒体艺术里相拥而泣
此刻只听见噪音,飞天面条神教加持了天安门
此刻是裸体的古人,去西方讲学,预订了明天的机票,被取消,停在此刻,立地成佛
此刻此间乐,此刻可乐,此刻公司倒闭,我们喝水得永生
2009.9.23
© 2009, Yan Jun
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THIS MOMENT
At this moment China has no borders, no morning melodies, TV-station paralysis, one billion people wake up from under their skin; others enter from a different space;At this moment there’s no future, ignore the past, future hasn’t ever happened, past’s been swallowed, past belonging to this moment, now the past is born again;
At this moment the weepy news warrior sits down with her dog-faced crew for dinner, and suddenly drops dead, exposed in the light of capitalist democracy, inspiration on ice cream;
This moment is China without government, traffic lights instruct my life;
No renovations at this moment, no demolishing this moment, and the past is humiliation, this the time to drink amnesia, and spit out what was forgotten;
Beijing changes shape this instant, possibility itself;
At this moment the party and the people have nurtured each other, so they are both organic; they have washed each other, hugged and cried in media art;
At this moment you only hear static, the Flying Spaghetti Monster sanctified Tian’anmen;
This moment is a naked guy from antiquity who went to teach in the west, he booked a plane ticket for tomorrow, which got cancelled, so he’s stuck in this moment, becoming a Buddha;
Instantly this space is joyful, Instant Cola, Coke goes bankrupt, we drink water we’re immortal
2009.9.23
© 2011, Martin Winter
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
THIS MOMENT
At this moment China has no borders, no morning melodies, TV-station paralysis, one billion people wake up from under their skin; others enter from a different space;At this moment there’s no future, ignore the past, future hasn’t ever happened, past’s been swallowed, past belonging to this moment, now the past is born again;
At this moment the weepy news warrior sits down with her dog-faced crew for dinner, and suddenly drops dead, exposed in the light of capitalist democracy, inspiration on ice cream;
This moment is China without government, traffic lights instruct my life;
No renovations at this moment, no demolishing this moment, and the past is humiliation, this the time to drink amnesia, and spit out what was forgotten;
Beijing changes shape this instant, possibility itself;
At this moment the party and the people have nurtured each other, so they are both organic; they have washed each other, hugged and cried in media art;
At this moment you only hear static, the Flying Spaghetti Monster sanctified Tian’anmen;
This moment is a naked guy from antiquity who went to teach in the west, he booked a plane ticket for tomorrow, which got cancelled, so he’s stuck in this moment, becoming a Buddha;
Instantly this space is joyful, Instant Cola, Coke goes bankrupt, we drink water we’re immortal
2009.9.23
© 2011, Martin Winter
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
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