How Do I Become a Voice Writer?

Karl Kraus (April 28, 1874-June 12, 1936), born in Jiqín in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, died in Vienna, Austria, is the most famous of the early twentieth century One of the Austrian writers. He is a journalist, satirist, poet, playwright, maxim writer, language and cultural critic, and promotes many young writers.

Carl Claus

(Austrian writer)

Karl Kraus, one of the most outstanding German writers and language masters of the first half of this century, is almost unknown outside German-speaking countries. Although Claus was admired by many famous writers of his time (including Benjamin and Brecht), his reputation has remained roughly within German-speaking countries so far, and over time he is being People forget. In China, due to the occlusion of information in the translation industry and the bias in the choice of topics, Claus's works have received almost no translation. For Chinese readers and intellectuals, he belongs to the class of writers who have been left out by some kind of casual historical negligence.

As a satire in Vienna at the beginning of the century, Claus' literary achievements made him a legendary figure. Brecht said of Claus: "When the age dies in his own hands, he is the one." In other words, it was his sharp and compassionate article that buried his own era.

But he was not really understood when he was alive. He once commented on his work: "Maybe I have to wait until the day when my works become old and obsolete before they become meaningful." Professor Zuo En, the English translator of the Claus motto, said of him It is difficult to cross the boundaries of German-speaking countries in his book for two reasons.

First, most of his works are deeply rooted in Vienna and Europe at the time he lived. For today s readers, it s difficult to appreciate without a lot of comments. Second, and the main reason, in Eric Heller s words, Klaus is not writing in language; through his hand, German In the sense, the beauty of the United States, the depth, and the accumulated moral experience are presented in a personal form. In this sense, Klaus, as a passionate judge, made his writing a harsh witness to the tithe of his time . "

Karl Claus was born on April 28, 1874 in a small bohemian town not far from Prague. His father was a wealthy Jewish manufacturer. Three years later, the family moved to Vienna, where Klaus spent his entire life. Like his contemporaries, Floyd, Claus was full of love and hatred for Vienna. In Europe at the turn of the century, Claus's situation is quite typical: Born in a solid Jewish family in Central Europe, he has a stern father who gets rich with his own hands, but refuses to inherit his father's business. Literary career. At least someone similar to Claus's situation

[German] by Karl Claus

Wang Liqiu test translation

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Aphorisms do not need to be true, but they should exceed them. It must leap beyond reality.

You cannot dictate aphorisms to a typewriter. That takes too much time.

Those who can write aphorisms should not waste time writing essays. The motto requires a deep breath.

Writing maxims is too difficult for someone who knows how to write them. It's much easier for people who don't know how to write.

I speak with my own mind. He speaks with reason and aims at himself.

Why do so many people blame me? Because if they praise me, I have to blame them.

My public and I understand each other: they don't listen to what I say, and I don't say what they like to hear.

You won't believe how difficult it is to turn action into thought!

Through irony, I have made people who are not important so big as to be my target of irony-no one can blame me anymore.

I've become so popular that anyone who slanders me will become more popular than me.

The world needs someone to take responsibility for it, not to (that person) itself.

People who share opinions with me often leave a larger part to themselves. I have learned to be good, and now I only provide people with ideas.

To me, fly (in heaven) ash is more of a great miracle than human (in heaven) ash.

I can hear noises that are inaudible to others. To me, these noises interfere with the music of the sphere. For others, they cannot hear the music.

I have been urged to be fair and to judge the situation from all aspects. With that hope-the situation will become better in every way-I did. However, I found that the results were exactly the same, so I insisted on looking at the problem from one aspect in order to greatly reduce my labor and disappointment.

If I knew for sure that I had to share immortal reputation with some people, then I would rather be forgotten alone.

My readers believe that I only write for this day because I only write for this day. So I must wait until my work is out of date. These works may then be out of date.

Porn is what you gain and what you lose.

Pornism is the overcoming of obstacles. The most tempting and popular obstacle is morality.

Eroticism turns everything into being.

It is not the loved one who is thousands of miles away, but the distance itself is loved.

Love and art embrace not beauty, but something that becomes beautiful as a result of hugging.

Women's lust is the root of men's rebirth.

Men seduce women's passion. It no longer floods the earth nor makes it richer.

The seducer introduces the woman's sexual mystery like a stranger who just arrived at the station offers to act as a guide to the beauty of the town.

There is no provision in the law against a man's promise based on seduce, and to combine with a young, innocent woman when the victim's permission has no further meaning.

They treat women like some kind of heart. They do not want to accept the fact that women are hungry.

Moral responsibility is the kind of thing that men lack in making demands on women.

"Abominable man," she cried, "given my lovely child."

The shameless painter used the excuse of intention to seduce a woman and introduced her to her studio for her portrait.

A female expert falls in love, just as a doctor gets infected near a patient's bed. Occupational risk.

The superiority of men in a love relationship is negligible. Through this tiny advantage (love each other), nothing is gained but violence, which invades a woman's nature.

The only flaw in her perfection is not to be found.

She entered the palace of marriage with a lie. She was a virgin without telling him.

If a man does not marry a virgin, he is a fallen man; for life, he is considered ruined, and at the same time, he should at least (should ask the other party or others) for living expenses.

The idea of chastity is the idea of those who rob (chaste).

Jealousy is the dog barking that attracts thieves.

If a person does not get happiness from making gifts for women, then he should not do so. Compared to the existence of such women, Danaiide's colander is not a pure cash box.

There is no more unfortunate existence under the sun than a fetish admirer. He desires women's shoes but has to deal with complete women.

Cosmetics is the science of the female universe.

He forced her to fulfill her own order.

The relationship between the sexes is real when the man confirms that I don't want anything besides you so I always have new ideas.

In men's love life, complete disorder appeared. It has been found that mixed forms still have no potential for ideas. It is said that recently a female masochist in Berlin said something like this: "Hateful slave, I order you to hit my face immediately!" The young lawyer who was called then fled in fear.

The highest realm of trust: be a priest listening to confession.

No border is as attractive as smuggling.

Vienna is a beautiful setting where Beethoven often flees.

Come on, don't be annoying, the Viennese says to those who are bored by his side.

Advice on how to bring me back to this city: change the dialect and ban new changes in language.

When a person acts like a beast, he says, "I'm just a human." When he is treated as a beast, he says, "I'm just a person."

We are all just people, this is not an excuse but a speculation.

I found this notice somewhere: "You must leave it as you wish to find this place." If only the philosophers could say this subtle thing to humans as owners!

I often even feel love-like premonitions for humans. The sun smiles and the world is young again. If someone borrows my light this day, I will be tempted. I will think about it. I will not let him ask for a long time. I will give him a light.

Cigars, altruists say, my dear friend, I cannot give you a cigar. But if you need light, please come to me; brother always shines.

Running horses in the countryside get used to cars earlier than pedestrians on the ring road. A lot of accidents have happened through fear.

I know there is a country where slot machines are closed on Sundays and not open all week.

Nationalism is the kind of love that binds me and our foolish, offensive, righteous, and blasphemer of my language.

Curse the law! Most of our citizens are the bitter fruits of abortion failure.

The devil is an optimist-if he thinks he can make people worse.

Psychotherapy: When a person is in good health, by being told what the disease is, he can at most correct his health.

Psychoanalysis is a mental illness that treats itself as a cure.

One of the most common diseases is diagnosis.

A psychoanalyst is a priest who is also eager to hear the priest's confession.

Medicine: Give up money and life!

He died from the bite of the serpent, the god of healing, Esculip.

Christian moral preferences annoyed this former lust, and then longed not to obey (morality).

Christianity uses curious appetizers to enrich the feast, and then uses the desert of remorse to destroy it.

How can theologians be praised for deciding not to believe in dogma after a long internal struggle, which puzzles me. For heroic acts, real reward, in my opinion, should always be given to those who have reached a conclusion of religious doctrine after the struggle.

Language is the mother of thought, not the maid of thought.

Language is the mother of thought? Isn't thought worthy of the thinker? Oh, of course, he must conceive the language.

What was born of the subject matter, died of the subject matter. What lives in language, lives on language.

My language is a public prostitute, and I turn her into a virgin.

I can only grasp the language of the other. My language does whatever I want.

The closer one looks at a word, the farther the word runs.

Why is someone writing? Because they don't have enough character to not write.

Words and essence-the only connection I seek in life.

There can be no romantic affairs without consequences. He presented a work to the world.

The dog inhaled through its nose before raising his leg. One cannot completely oppose this lack of originality. But the writer read before he wrote, but it was contemptible.

Although people don't have time. Sympathize with those who don't work. But those who don't have time to work, they really make us envy!

On punctuation-using exclamation marks, question marks and dashes as whips, snares and thorn bars-self-consumption mockery is contemptible.

The most dangerous writers are those whose responsibilities are taken care of by all means. They couldn't help rushing things in. I would rather be an honest copywriter.

For many days, their precocity was retained until old age.

The young Jean Paul's plan was to write books so he could buy them. The plan for our young writers is to receive a pile of books as gifts so that they can write books.

If Mr. Xiao attacks Shakespeare, he is defending himself properly.

Literature today is a prescription written by patients.

No self-expressing thoughts and abilities-this is the reporter.

Journalists want to be writers. The anthology was published, and people had no other expression than surprise, and the work did not spread in the hands of the binder. Bread is made from crumbs. What makes them hope to last forever? Lasting interest in the subject they "choose" for themselves. When people talk about eternity, shouldn't he be mentioned from time to time as long as eternity continues? Journalists live on this false view. It always has the greatest theme, and eternity can become current in its hands; but it must also become obsolete with the same convenience. Great writers are popular on this day, this hour, this minute and second. No matter how limited and conditional his career is in time and space, the farther away from the event his work becomes, the more boundless and free it is; don't worry that the work will be out of date now; it will become popular again in the coming decades.

Works of art need no public prejudice. To think that the public is angry at stylistic excellence is to overestimate the public. They don't care about style! They will not hesitate to accept works that are of continuing value because the subject happens to attract vulgar interest.

You must read it twice for all writers, be it good writers or bad writers. This way you will recognize the former and tear it apart.

I don't know that heavier reading than idle reading. Imagine the impact on the material and dissipates too early to continue working spontaneously. So people broke through the frame of the words. In these words, the wall of the garden was described in detail, and the soul was wandering in the sea. If it were not for the rudderless ship that had crashed into the garden wall again at the wrong time, how spontaneous the journey would be. Heavy reading presents dangers that one can ignore. It makes every effort to use the reader's own energy, while the others are relieved to leave it to themselves. Heavy reading can be a danger for people with low energy. Powerful people are a danger to idle reading. For the former, the mind must be an adversary; for the mind, the latter is not an adversary.

What if I don't read so much all the time?

[Note] Translated from Karl Kraus, No Compromise Selected Writings of Karl Kraus, edit. Frederich Ungar, trans. Sheema Z. Buehne, et al. New York: FREDERICK UNGAR PUBLISHING CO. 1977. p. 221-230.