ترجمه شعر کیومرث
halophyte
Issue2_2018
Kiomars
By arash allahverdi
translation by:alireza taheri araghi
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نوشباد
هیچ، همین کف، دوشیزه شعر
تنها برای نمایاندن جام؛
چنانکه در دور غوطهزن در آب فرو
فوجی از پریانِ دریا، بیشمار پشت و رو
در مینوردیم دریا را، ای دوستانم گوناگون،
من دیگر در عقب کشتی
شما دماغهی پر شکوه که میشکافد
خیزابهای تندر و زمستان را
برمیانگیزدم مستی دلانگیزی تا
بی پروای نوسانش کژ و راست
برخاست نوشبادی بیاورم بجا
تنهایی، صخره و ستاره
نثار هر آنکه خرید به جان
سودای سپیدِ ماش بادبان
استفان مالارمه
آرش جودکی
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سپاس بی حد از آرش جودکی و ترجمهی دقیق و گرانبهایش.
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شعری از چسلاو میووش
مواجهه (Encounter)
برگردان آرش الهوردی
سحرگاه
سواره بر واگنی
از لابه لای دشتهای یخبسته میرفتیم
یک شاخه گل سرخ درون تاریکی.
ناگاه خرگوشی صحرایی از میان جاده گذشت
و یکی از ما با دست به او اشاره کرد.
مدتها از آن روز گذشته است
و حالا دیگر هیچکدام آنها زنده نیستند
نه آن خرگوش صحرایی
و نه آن مردی که اشاره میکرد.
آه، ای عشق من!
حالا آنها کجا رفتهاند؟
یعنی آنها به کجا میروند؟
تصویر تلالو آنیِ یک دست
رد یک حرکت
و صدای خشخش ریگها؟!!!
به کجا رفتهاند؟
اینها را
نه از سوگ و اندوهی که دارم
از حیرت است
که میپرسم!
شهر ویلنیوس
1936
چسلاو میووش (۱۹۱۱- ۲۰۰۴) شاعر و مترجم لهستانی-آمریکایی و برنده ی جایزه نوبل در سال 1980- این شعر یکی از مهمترین شعرهای میووش به شمار میرود.
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Issue Spotlight: Arash Allahverdi’s “Shitkilling
A look through Asymptote's January Issue
Arash Allahverdi’s “Shitkilling,” translated from the Farsi by Thade Correa and Alireza Taheri Araghi, is a powerful poetry standout in Asymptote’s Winter Issue. It’s seductive: inviting its readers to read, “to come and do drugs,” to submit to the poem’s provocations—and “as if semen drink the water”—the poem is a one-of-a-kind experience of the high and low, of the routine and the extraordinary.
come
come and do drugs
bring the drugs and do it
drink
drink the water
as if semen drink the water
Patty: Especially as it appears in Asymptote’s latest winter publication, Correa and Araghi’s translation of “Shitkilling” swells in profundity. In a digital format already marked by abstraction to the casual reader (think Tumblr, GIFs, and Tao Lin), Allahverdi’s poem appears fragmented, distracted, even angry. But the poem’s offhandedness is false; its faux ephemera only augments the poem’s primality and the reader’s complete helplessness at the grossness of existence that it depicts. Despite our pretensions, we are mired in bodies, “Shitkilling” seems to say. Our organs grind along, producing urine, feces, semen, in the face of a brittle language begging to deny its own charade.
drink and piss
piss on the office ceramic tiles
don’t tell your colleague you pissed
tell him this is orange juice
your colleague will cheer up
Eva: The poem compellingly mingles the often-invoked categories of “high” and “low” (religious imagery with images of sex and drugs, for example), skillfully adding to the mix everyday specifics of the speaker’s discontented life—office ceramic tiles, angered colleagues, Lorazepam to sleep, an ignorant father-in-law. Consequently, the poem’s speaker seems to hail from a very specific and familiar-to-us-all place (“this neighborhood is hell / and this will be your fate”)—the reader knows his exasperation and boredom. The sex, drugs, and powerful religious images that punctuate the poem tear apart this banal, frustrating world, lending the poem much of its remarkable intensity.
and say real friends share drinks
and there are consequences
but don’t worry
tell lies
sleep
take lorazepam and sleep in the office
think of hips in your sleep
think of the capacities of hips
[…]
you also know that God himself knows
and he knows that he himself knows
and he knows that the Lord brings thousands of likenesses
forth
and he himself knows that you
are not even one of these likenesses
and he himself knows that you
are only scum, only excrement
and you yourself know that in excrement
—and the excrement knows it itself—
there are a thousand secrets
Eva: Allahverdi surprises throughout the poem, which deftly moves between registers, tones, vocabularies, and images, but constantly maintains a hypnotic quality through its subtly varied repetition (in the above stanza: himself, himself, yourself, itself).
The speaker reveals his anguishes and neuroses in powerful strokes. His admission that he knows and god knows that he is not one of god’s likenesses is especially strong—that he is “only scum, only excrement.” But even this statement might not be so startling if not for the one that follows. The poem proclaims that, like a god who knows itself and its likenesses, excrement knows itself too, is self-aware, and even this excrement—in which the poem is so fantastically mired—hides “a thousand secrets.”
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Read Arash Allahverdi’s poem “Shitkilling” in its entirety in Asymptote’s January 2014 Issue.
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Born in 1983 in Shiraz, Arash Allahverdi began writing poetry at age fifteen. His first book, Fury (2007), was an e-publication. After his second book, The Book of the Blood (2010), could not obtain a publication license, he again forwent conventional publishing and released it in e-book format. He currently edits a website dedicated to contemporary Persian poetry.
Alireza Taheri Araghi is an Iranian writer and translator. He has translated three collections of short stories into Farsi. His work has appeared in The Gloom Cupboard, Re:Visions, and Avatar Review. He is currently a creative writing M.F.A. candidate at the University of Notre Dame and edits the online journal PARAGRAPHITI.
Thade Correa hails from Northwest Indiana. He received his B.A. from Indiana University, Bloomington, his M.A. from the University of Chicago, and his M.F.A. from the University of Notre Dame. His work has appeared in various journals and recently garnered him the 2012 Billy Maich Academy of American Poets Prize.
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Shitkilling
come
come and do drugs
bring the drugs and do it
drink
drink the water
as if semen drink the water
drink and piss
piss on the office ceramic tiles
don't tell your colleague you pissed
tell him this is orange juice
your colleague will cheer up
and say real friends share drinks
and there are consequences
but don't worry
tell lies
sleep
take lorazepam and sleep in the office
think of hips in your sleep
think of the capacities of hips
ponder
ponder and flee
flee into the streets and bazaars
climb onto the curb
stand there and sing
sing and say not
say not I know not singing
talk
and eschew the fellowship of the ignoble and the envious maligner
and be never doleful
and rub my compound elixir of lobster dregs and yogurt
and ergot fungi liquids
on your skin
on your penis
on your hands and hips
so their harm won't befall you
and thou shalt live
so you will harm not even an ant
rub
and bend over
shove your mouth into the ant's ear
and utter to him
there are eight paradises
and seven skies and four gates
where art thou now O ant?
the ant crawled into the hole amazed and mysterious
the four angels rushed towards you
towards you
to take hold of your four corners
if you don't believe in paradise
and take you to your father-in-law
and then you will vaguely see
you will see the same ant is reclining next to your father-in-law
"son, if there is not paradise, why do you say there are eight paradises," your father-in-law says laughing
you yourself know you have done drugs
you go and read Marx and Benjamin and Blanchot
you feel like it'll kill you to go work again tomorrow
and your father-in-law doesn't know you did drugs
you will finally die in the office
you know it yourself
and Bahram knows this too
Ensieh knows this
Feo knows this
Ati knows this
And you understand these things
and you are afraid your jubilant king won't hear the story of your perishing
but God himself knows
you also know that God himself knows
and he knows that he himself knows
and he knows that the Lord brings thousands of likenesses
forth
and he himself knows that you
are not even one of these likenesses
and he himself knows that you
are only scum, only excrement
and you yourself know that in excrement
—and the excrement knows it itself—
there are a thousand secrets
not even one is in a thousand roses
and death to the nose
and death to the eye that just won't believe
and death to your childhood
and death to your adolescence and youth
he who has no babe must do school
he who has no money
must get accepted at public university
must not take up drugs and chicks
must become a respectable person
he knows these things
and he who has money
is no shithead to do school
and be an employee
and not have a non-cultured chick
and death to his nose
death to his eyes
death to his body
death to his penis
and such are the characteristics of the crowds
climb down from the curb
come and do drugs
come and sniff
and be warned that the nose is not just for dying
come and shit
and fix your eyes on your excrement
zoom in
gaze
and place your excrement on a gold plate
caress it
pick it up and put it on your head
imagine that you are bringing me a dowry
imagine that you are carrying yourself in your coffin
bring it
bring it so a thousand mysteries I will clarify for you
Tehran is hell
and this will be your fate
this neighborhood is hell
and this will be your fate
come and have sex
have sex
do drugs and have sex
get connected
accept
think
touch
rub
get warm
get wet
have sex
get squashed
get shit
get composed
get compressed
this is my most prisoned poem
this is my most poisoned poem
this is my most presumed poem
you are entering my Iranian poem
you are violating my Iranian poem
and this is my own fault
I am born of a slit
I have slit myself from before myself
and I slit everything
and every slit deserves a cock
deserves a cock
deserves a violation
deserves an entry
deserves an employer
and this
is what I deserve.
climb down from the curb hateful excrement
come let's go do drugs
come
God's guarding us
come
come and do drugs
bring the drugs and do it
drink
drink the water
as if semen drink the water
drink and piss
piss on the office ceramic tiles
don't tell your colleague you pissed
tell him this is orange juice
your colleague will cheer up
and say real friends share drinks
and there are consequences
but don't worry
tell lies
sleep
take lorazepam and sleep in the office
think of hips in your sleep
think of the capacities of hips
ponder
ponder and flee
flee into the streets and bazaars
climb onto the curb
stand there and sing
sing and say not
say not I know not singing
talk
and eschew the fellowship of the ignoble and the envious maligner
and be never doleful
and rub my compound elixir of lobster dregs and yogurt
and ergot fungi liquids
on your skin
on your penis
on your hands and hips
so their harm won't befall you
and thou shalt live
so you will harm not even an ant
rub
and bend over
shove your mouth into the ant's ear
and utter to him
there are eight paradises
and seven skies and four gates
where art thou now O ant?
the ant crawled into the hole amazed and mysterious
the four angels rushed towards you
towards you
to take hold of your four corners
if you don't believe in paradise
and take you to your father-in-law
and then you will vaguely see
you will see the same ant is reclining next to your father-in-law
"son, if there is not paradise, why do you say there are eight paradises," your father-in-law says laughing
you yourself know you have done drugs
you go and read Marx and Benjamin and Blanchot
you feel like it'll kill you to go work again tomorrow
and your father-in-law doesn't know you did drugs
you will finally die in the office
you know it yourself
and Bahram knows this too
Ensieh knows this
Feo knows this
Ati knows this
And you understand these things
and you are afraid your jubilant king won't hear the story of your perishing
but God himself knows
you also know that God himself knows
and he knows that he himself knows
and he knows that the Lord brings thousands of likenesses
forth
and he himself knows that you
are not even one of these likenesses
and he himself knows that you
are only scum, only excrement
and you yourself know that in excrement
—and the excrement knows it itself—
there are a thousand secrets
not even one is in a thousand roses
and death to the nose
and death to the eye that just won't believe
and death to your childhood
and death to your adolescence and youth
he who has no babe must do school
he who has no money
must get accepted at public university
must not take up drugs and chicks
must become a respectable person
he knows these things
and he who has money
is no shithead to do school
and be an employee
and not have a non-cultured chick
and death to his nose
death to his eyes
death to his body
death to his penis
and such are the characteristics of the crowds
climb down from the curb
come and do drugs
come and sniff
and be warned that the nose is not just for dying
come and shit
and fix your eyes on your excrement
zoom in
gaze
and place your excrement on a gold plate
caress it
pick it up and put it on your head
imagine that you are bringing me a dowry
imagine that you are carrying yourself in your coffin
bring it
bring it so a thousand mysteries I will clarify for you
Tehran is hell
and this will be your fate
this neighborhood is hell
and this will be your fate
come and have sex
have sex
do drugs and have sex
get connected
accept
think
touch
rub
get warm
get wet
have sex
get squashed
get shit
get composed
get compressed
this is my most prisoned poem
this is my most poisoned poem
this is my most presumed poem
you are entering my Iranian poem
you are violating my Iranian poem
and this is my own fault
I am born of a slit
I have slit myself from before myself
and I slit everything
and every slit deserves a cock
deserves a cock
deserves a violation
deserves an entry
deserves an employer
and this
is what I deserve.
climb down from the curb hateful excrement
come let's go do drugs
come
God's guarding us
come
translated from the Persian by Alireza Taheri Araghi and Thade Correa
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bleeding
Written by Arash Allahverdi
Translated by Alireza Taheri Araghi
Edited by Drew Kalbach
Illustrated by Sahar Salehzadeh
Read by Peter Twal
there is blood coming
blood
is
coming
blood is coming with a stranger
blood is coming in a cab
blood is coming with a loose woman
the loose woman and the blood are approaching my eye
I stare at the voluminous member of the blood
blood whispers to the woman
the loose woman bends into my eyes and forces her nipple
her nipple into my mouth
blood takes the woman’s hand
and drags
and takes her away
her head emerges from my mouth and teeth
slimy
the woman and blood go home
his body dripping with my saliva
blood comes out
blood is something between shame and fury
blood sends the loose woman home in a taxi
blood looks at me
I soil myself
blood pinches his nose
and rushes out of his eye
blood drips on his own face
blood wipes his face
blood looks in the mirror
“it’s just blood” he tells himself
I realize the loose woman hasn’t been able to satisfy blood
blood sits
exerts himself
wrinkles his eye and forehead
brings out blood
and holds a drop of himself in his hand
a drop that turns into “another blood”
another kin blood
blood and “another kin blood” go into my room
blood sticks his head out of the door
I mean our good friend blood
and approaches my eyes and says open your eyes a little, moron
the intellectual blood, his pressure goes up
leaves the blood
blood is throwing up
blood
the blood of madness
goes back in again
keeps cool
buries himself in blood’s warm arms
as if blood is taking it
his sound is coming
it’s as if blood is shitting
as if blood is dying giving birth
no
it becomes silent
as if blood gets well
blood is putting on his pants
gets out of the house
with “another blood” who has his pants already on
bloods who get out of the house
bloods who get out of the house
bloods who look out of the house
bloods who take the subway
bloods who mistake someone for Walter Benjamin on the subway
bloods who stick to Walter Benjamin
bloods who watch the commercials
bloods who have been robbed on the subway
bloods who have gone to the station and said Walter Benjamin have robbed them
bloods of madness
bloods of philosophy
bloods of depression
bloods of unemployment
bloods of indifference
bloods of anemia
little
less
I have dreamed these
I know nothing else
blood
is coming alone
blood is coming on foot
blood his head is spinning
I take him in my arms
blood implores closer and closer to my eyes
I bend over
and he drinks blood from my breast
blood is going
blood
is
going
blood
is
going from here
Written by Arash Allahverdi
Translated by Alireza Taheri Araghi
Edited by Drew Kalbach
Illustrated by Sahar Salehzadeh
Read by Peter Twal
Published 2/7/2013
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TRIPWIRE 9
انتشار ترجمه ی چند شعر فارسی در مجله ی Tripwire
می 2015
TRIPWIRE 9 * TRANSNATIONAL / TRANSLATIONAL Don Mee Choi, Harry Gilonis & Ch’iu Chin, Mette Moestrup (trans. Mark Kline), Jessica Tang, Juan Ortiz-Apuy, Ida Borjel (trans. Linda Rugg), Jules Boykoff, Divya Victor, Sean Bonney, Charlene Tan, Jen Hofer & Virginia Lucas, Lisa Robertson & Jessica Pujol Duran, Arash Allahverdi (trans. Alireza Taheri Araghi), Hugo García Manríquez, Ana Teresa Fernandez, Ali Dadgar, Gelare Khoshgozaran, Lasana M. Sekou, Miyó Vestrini (trans. the New Order of St. Agatha), Forugh Farrokhzad (trans. Sholeh Wolpé), Joaquim de Sousândrade (trans. Odile Cisneros), Oswald de Andrade (trans. Stella M. de Sá Rego), Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo (trans. Robert Ziller), Shahrnush Parsipur (trans. Steve MacDowell & Afshin Nassiri), Habib Tengour (trans. Pierre Joris), Víctor Valera Mora (trans. Guillermo Parra & Anne Boyer), Clemente Soto Velez (trans. Martín Espada & Camilo Perez-Bustillo), Cam Scott on Annharte, Sarah Dowling on Rachel Zolf, Zoe Tuck on Trish Salah, Susan Briante on Muriel Rukeyser, & more. 260 pages. May 2015. Download PDF
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یادداشت پوپه میثاقی در مجله آندرلاین درباره کتاب I am a face...
طرح جلد کتاب «صورتی هستم که باید بخوانیاش
© co.im.press
نگاهی به کتاب «صورتی هستم شریکِ اندوهتان»، مجموعه شعری متفاوت از هفت شاعر جوان ایرانی که به انگلیسی منتشر شده
پوپه میثاقی
لطفا توجه بفرمایید که این مقاله حاوی کلمات و عبارات بی پرده است.
کتاب «صورتی هستم شریکِ اندوهتان» مجموعه شعری است از هفت شاعر جوان ایرانی که علیرضا طاهری عراقی انتخاب و از فارسی به انگلیسی برگردانده است (۲۰۱۵، نشر co.im.press) این شاعرها عبارتند از آرش اللهوردی، سوده نگینتاج، بابک خوشجان، علی اخوان کرباسی، مهناز یوسفی، شهرام شهیدی و اهورا گودرزی.
عراقی در مقدمه کتاب شرایط خود را برای انتخاب این شاعرها و آثارشان توضیح داده است. «از آثار متنوعی که وجود دارد، من بیشتر به کارهایی علاقمند بودم که شاعران کمتر مطرح انجام میدهند، عدهای بینام و نشان از جماعت شاعر که خودش هم نام و نشان چندانی ندارد.»
او میگوید هدفش «گرد هم آوردن مجموعه آثاری یکدست بوده است که به عنوان یک کتاب تک تأثیرگذار باشد و نه مجموعهای گسترده که آثاری را از هر جنسی شامل میشود.» کتاب همانطور که عراقی خواسته بود اثری است که میتواند به عنوان یک کتاب به تنهایی خوانده شود و «مجموعهای گسترده» هم نیست، اما شاید نتوان آن را مجموعهای «یکدست» دانست که البته این یکی از نقاط قوت اثر است. کتاب مجموعه متنوعی از صداها و دغدغهها را ارائه میکند، و همین تنوع و یکدست نبودن کتاب آن را برای خواننده جذاب و گیرا میکند. با این حال، اشعار کتاب هنوز خصوصیات مشترکی دارند که سبب میشود این اشعار بتوانند کنار هم بنشینند و یک کل واحد را تشکیل دهند. همگی قوی هستند، بیواسطه به موضوعات میپردازند، از ابراز عریان احساسات ابایی ندارند، در روزمرگیها معنای بسیار کشف میکنند، و در مواجهه با و افشای دنیایی پیچیده و چند لایه تا قلب همه چیز فرو میروند.
کتاب با شعر «گُهکُشی Opens in a new tab or window.» از آرش اللهوردی و خود شعر با این ابیات شروع میشود:
بیا
بیا و دراگ بزن
دراگو بیار و بیا بزن
بنوش
بنوش آب را
به مثابه منی بنوش آب را (ص ۳ کتاب انگلیسی)
و با شعر «بیل» از اهورا گودرزی تمام میشود. این شعر یکی از شعرهای مجموعهای است از گودرزی که از فیلم «بیل را بکش» اثر کوئنتین تارانتینو الهام گرفته است. شعر با این ابیات کل کتاب را به پایان میبرد:
یک، باد میپیچد توی فلوت تو
دو، قهرمان من بغض میکند
سه، انگشتهای قهرمان من میلرزد
چهار، سکوت میپیچد توی فلوت تو
پنج، اشک میچکد روی میز (ص ۱۳۵ کتاب انگلیسی)
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آدیتی ماچادو، دبیر شعر مجله Asymptote، مجلهای آنلاین مختص ترجمه و ادبیات جهان، که چندتایی از اشعار کتاب به هر دو زبان اصلی فارسی و ترجمه انگلیسی نخستین بار در آن چاپ شدند، در یادداشتی درباره کتاب مینویسد که چطور بعد از خواندن آن باورش به کتابهای گلچین شعر دوباره زنده شده است: «به دوستانم و غریبهها میگویم این کتاب را بخوانید. از ناشران میخواهم کتابهای بیشتری مثل این چاپ کنید. با هم همکاری کنید و مجموعههایی تهیه کنید مثل این مجموعه که این مترجم انتخاب و ترجمه کرده است.»
نکته مهمی که باید به خاطر سپرد نکتهای است که عراقی خود در مقدمه کتاب یادآور میشود، اینکه این کتاب نباید به عنوان نماینده کل شعر فارسی در نظر گرفته شود. بنابراین نه به عنوان یک نماینده (در واقع هیچ کتابی نمیتواند و نباید به تنهایی نماینده یک کشور و ادبیات و فرهنگش باشد) بلکه به عنوان یک کتاب شعر ترجمه شده از فارسی، کتاب ارزش خوانده شدن و مطرح شدن دارد. به خصوص در بازار کتاب انگلیسی زبان که اغلب به ترجمه نمونههای ادبی کلیشهای از ایران و خاورمیانه توجه نشان میدهد، حضور کتابهایی چون صورتی هستم شریکِ اندوهتان اتفاق خوبی است که باید بیشتر مورد توجه خوانندهها و منتقدها قرار بگیرد.
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