Thursday, December 03, 2009

WHISPER OF THE STAR

CHOI Lai Sheung. Whisper of the Star. A Collection of Poems(Chinese-English Bilingual). Translated by Zhang Zhizhong. Published by The Earth Culture Press (USA), August 2009, Pages 247, Price US $ 10.00. ISBN 978-0-9637599-6-5/A.080

CHOI Lai Sheung, who writes brief personal lyrical poems, is a contemporary Chinese poet, born in Shishi City in Fujian Province but now settled in Hong Kong. An author of over 70 books and editor-in-chief of the multilingual The World Poets Quarterly, she is also well-versed in calligraphy with an established reputation in gymnastics and swordplay.

Reading her 100 poems in translation, I find Choi a romantic visionary poet, with a matured aesthetic and poetic sense. Unlike many poets whose verses are flat and stale, Choi’s poems have much of enduring value: Her verses are not only brief and deep but also perfect and significant. She melds thoughts, feelings and emotions, with high and low of spirit, and spectacles of inner reality:

“How can I who
Is imperfect
Be tolerated by my love

I am all for beauty
But not beauty itself (p. 227)


Both Choi and Zhang Zhizhong reach a great height of spiritual richness in creating and translating the last two lines of the poem ‘Imperfection’.

When the duo say: “Tenacity is kneaded in wordlessness/Silence is running with tears of heart” (p. 225); “Dreaming to spread my wings of heart/To fly into paradise/With fragrance of the mortal world” (p. 209); “The sea as passion/The rainbow as brush/I dance and soar in the universe” (p. 189); “Just a stretch of rainbow/In a self-less round/Between the sky and the earth” (p. 185); “I am a net in searching and exploring/Cast round the unknown ocean” (p. 183); “The dream is a pure land/Where all hearts are equal” (p. 175); “Rivers and lakes stretch to infinity/Water and the sky share the same color” (p. 165); “The plight of existence shall be/Conquered under the feet” (p. 137); “To grow a pot of smiles/Therefrom/Through winds and rains/Concern and passion retain” (p. 131); and “Lift historical trauma skyward/To wash bright aspiration of the time” (p. 105); I sense an overhead awareness, or the mantric effect a la Sri Aurobindo, the famous Indian poet-philosopher.

Zhang Zhizhong must have found CHOI a difficult poet to translate, particularly for her spiritual consciousness that evades exact expression in English. Yet he has completed the challenging task so well that I feel a sense of satisfaction, reading Choi’s verses in English. Both the poets (the translator too is a noted name in contemporary Chinese poetry with considerable experience in bilingual literature, language and cinema) succeed in drilling through “the fence of time and space/and transcend the boundary of nations” (p. 177), thanks to their labor of love and commitment to human unity, universal peace and happiness.

Reading Choi’s poery is like experiencing an ascent to loftiness of love, life, nature, and simplicity. She reflects an inner culture, the quintessence of the Chinese spirit, which is ever inspiring and ever renewing itself:

“No need to sing fair-sounding songs
No need to compose melodious music
Great passion and emotion
Bring brightness all the way” (p. 159)

She has a sense of purpose and mission: self-discovery and world-discovery. With her heart- wings, she soars between heaven and earth (cf. p. 123) and expresses her unity with nature: “As many wonders of the sea/As many wonders of me” (p. 111). Elsewhere, she says that with a triumphant heart she files and flutters “into heroism and righteousness/Between heaven and earth” (p 149), and scales a new height in her consciousness: “I am going to/Prove my position/With my craggy/Integrity” (p. 155). She sounds like Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri when she asserts: “Straight and erect is the strength of character” and “Climbing and rising is moral integrity” (p. 147). Evolution to her means awakening to the self, or raising the life and existence to a higher level of consciousness. Unity, harmony and love are her key notes.
Like a yogin, with perfect inner discipline, Choi “takes up pen as a hoe/To plough fertile land in silence/For the seeds to break ground and sprout” (p. 145). It is with evolving soul-awareness, “with erect beauty” and “unyielding floral spirit” that she seek to prove her own individual existence.

Choi Lai Sheung’s excellence lies in her freshness in each poem. She is not imitative of the past, nor does she think and feel in any pre-established ways. By her own admission, she is an “industrious tiller” who tries “to reach perfection along with the inclination and seasons/To bring fruits upon fruits” (p. 23). Her poetic genius achieves an excellent balance between what is conventionally available in some of the best Chinese lyrical poetry and what we have been reading in contemporary poetry in English elsewhere. With her fresh insights into the nature of human experiences, the reality of “a colorful life”, she appeals richly to our senses, imagination, emotion, and intellect.

Dr Zhang Zhizhong as translator appears to have really worked hard to prove how well Choi’s diverse materials of the poem are integrated and how successful she has been in proportion to its tight structure. Each word he chooses appears the right word, if not the bet word, for expressing the total meaning of the poet. The diction and images are not trite but fresh. It goes to his credit that in his English rendering there is no clash between the sound of the poem and its sense. Images and ideas are so effectively arranged that any rearrangement would result in harming the poem or its form and content. I whole-heartedly appreciate the positive excellence of both CHOI and Zhang Zhi. They both deserve world recognition.

--Dr.R.K.SINGH

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Sunday, August 17, 2008

REAPPEARANCE (Chinese-English): Poems by Hsu Chicheng-- A review

BOOK REVIEW: Dr. R.K.SINGH


Hsu Chicheng. REAPPEARANCE. (Chinese-English). Trans. Yang Zongze. Publishers: The Earth Culture Press (USA). Chongqing City, P.R.China, 2008, pp. 153. Price: US$ 15.00. ISBN 978-0-9637599-6-5/A.061


Getting old is not only natural but also a blessing from God. It is an opportunity to rejuvenate oneself by re-living with hope in life. Hsu Chicheng, a renowned contemporary Chinese poet, writer and translator, with an oeuvre of 15 books, including eight poetry collections, stands for aging gracefully. A specialist in reading and writing, and widely translated in Greek, Japanese, English and Mongolian, Hsu looks at the aged and aging respectfully.


There are people over 50 who feel more like 35, or even less. Hsu Chicheng, at 70, confidently looks for “another world” and “another spring” as “a just born”. “I am only a baby,” says the retired academic. He feels free: “I have got rid of the fetters of time and watch.”

I find the poet inspiring as he is not discouraged by the age he has reached. Rather, poetry makes him young; he tries to do or get better by not stopping his creative faculty from thinking and dreaming just as he keeps “climbing a mountain” or “having a stroll in spring” or “waiting patiently” or “remasticating again and again”.

The bilingual poet and special editor-in-chief of The World Poets Quarterly , Hsu Chicheng makes aging an enriching experience. As a poet of hope, he observes life a la natural cycle and rhythm:

“Is it time for you to get off work?
Yet you look back again and again
What and whom are you reluctant to part with?
….
Look! The sun
Is coming with its strong rays
Like the surging waves
In Yangtze River…”

(‘The View in a Winter Morning’
and

“The collapse of witner, a tyrant
To welcome spring’s arrival
That day
The world will be fully filled with
Sunlight, flowers and joy”

(‘A Hope in Winter’)

and

“Yes, she is busy indeed

Yet she doesn’t feel tired and works day and night
Always appearing joyful, beaming with smile
Her best wish is to see
All things on earth come back to life
The growing, blossoming…”

(‘Spring is Busy Now’)

The poet seeks to live afresh, making sense of the contemporary life, naturally, joyously, and talking, singing, running or walking fast like a Youngman, or even dancing like a drunk person. His poems, as Hsu acknowledges in the preface to Reappearance, bespeak a return to youth and childhood:

“We raise our heads and overlook, expecting another world
We raise our heads and overlook, expecting another spring.”

(‘Reappearance’)

He turns spiritual as he declares:

“When spring comes and the chance appears,
I will turn into a butterfly, flying gracefully
Into a bright flower of poetry.”

(‘Turning into a Butterfly’)

Another striking aspect of Hsu Chicheng’s poetry is the expression of social awareness. He is deeply rooted in his native consciousness as a Taiwanese and, despite the winds of change, he follows his own way: “I only persist in my own ideal/ I am not a migratory bird/ I love this land” and “I will never give in.” He sounds tense by the pulls of political changes and the pace of communication revolution just as he seems convinced that the reality is not what is real.

As he confronts the new realities facing Taiwan, Hsu Chicheng expresses his anger: “Those politicians…/ Have taken away/ All the benefit of spring/People have to sink into the abyss of suffering.” With the disposition of a fighter, Hsu wraps his social concerns in nature imagery and makes poetry a means of protest against the nightmarish existence, sustained by swindlers, plunderers, criminals, murderers, corrupt officials and schismatic politicians et al. He ironically asks: “How could it be like this?” Yet, he is confident: “Taipei always is the starting point of revival” and “Happiness and richness will surge.”

It seems the pressure of globalization and socioeconomic changes vis-à-vis the political identity of the Taiwanese litterateurs made Yang Zongze choose Hsu Chicheng’s poems for rendering into English. Hsu deserves to be more widely known and poet-translator Yang Zongze appears textually quite subtle and effective in communicating the Taiwanese poet’s world-view, which is rich in images of nature and society and seeks to uphold humanity and justice. Kudos to Yang’s stirring and empathetic labour of love!



Dr. R.K.Singh, Professor & Head, Dept of Humanities & Social Sciences, Indian School of Mines University, Dhanbad 826004 India

The review appears in Indian Book Chronicle, Vol. XXXIII, No.9. September 2008, p. 15.

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