I am eager to finish watching Moonlight on the Left Hand, which is very enjoyable! More convinced that the master is in the folk, and Shan Ye is the real flavor. Naked feelings, naked spirit and one track mind make a talented poet.
A few words came in handy: "After feeding the fish, the south wind is very strong, and big blue flowers are blowing/she watched the fish for a while." They churn and squeeze in the water, and one fish knocks over/another fish/another wave knocks over/what kind of events will it cause in life/what kind of despair will it cause in love/there must be a cloud falling into the water and being drunk by a fish. My body leans like a car with a flat tire/so it will cause a traffic accident at any time, so I have to prepare a long speech/statement and testimony for it. And water and nutrition after testimony/-such things always break me down. Collapse makes people forget/so, another car accident is not far away/my mouth is crooked, which always makes people unhappy/I can't keep my mouth straight when talking and kissing. Some people say that the kissing place is wrong (meeting a mirror) ""Endless wind, the wind blowing to the waist/the body has settled down, and the soul is still spinning/when it comes to the soul, I want to smoke myself/this imaginary thing, and the old enemy of the body is "in the wind". Yu Xiuhua's poems are superb. She uses poetry to seek peace, and also uses life and society to play games.
After watching the moonlight in my left hand, I immediately bought two of her poems online. On the day I received the book, I finished reading another book, The crumbling world. Not satisfied, I searched her blog and read some of her recent works. What intuition? This poem, whether stupid or not, will not bloom beautifully in the end. This Yu Xiuhua, in her mind, must think that the world is like her heart, and the glass is transparent. Love is like her dream, which she loves most. Life will be as she wishes, dreaming and dreaming. It is precisely because of the remoteness and vagrancy of various purposes that, in the face of cruel reality and life experience, her spirit and body are gradually embedded in "great anxiety". In order to seek peace, Yu Xiuhua tried to let the soul that kept lightning rest in peace by recording lightning sentences, and tried to expel these "destructive" lightning sentences from his head. Blog, which records the beautiful sentences that the teacher told her. At first, I didn't want to publish, be a poet or be famous. It is in this way that these "charged" words activate the poetry world and let those poets who claim to be extraordinary have nothing to hide. Poetry is electricity, lightning, tears in the night and a thunder in the clear sky. Poetry, once expressed, touches the soul with electricity. Yu Xiuhua, turn on the poetry switch!
Yu Xiuhua's poems are not written, they are naked. Naked real posture, naked beautiful desire, naked beautiful form! Besides being naked, she has perseverance. The degree of this persistence borders on madness. As we always say, one-track mind. The characteristic of Yu Xiuhua's poems is that they look good naked. To say why she looks good naked is because she is self-satisfied, not shy and not afraid of ugliness. Poetry needs such qualities so much that few people have both. Imagine that a person who can bring his emotions to the skin and hair has stripped off the last pair of underwear in his spiritual world, and he is naked and naked. In the end, he is not a single-minded. What else can he be? However, what is easy to read and striking is the nudity of poetic art; It is the naked spirit of poetry that tempts and makes the heart tremble together. Her poems are hard to stick to. Try to think that real poets are crazy, crazy, crazy, loyal to individuals and escape from normality.
I haven't seen such a good poem as a new collection of poems by a new poet for a long time. I told my friends before that most good poets have "mental illness" or severe "schizophrenia". Because one-track mind in real life is often considered as "mental illness". Those restless souls who "ride me to find me" and fight with me are often diagnosed as "schizophrenia". As it happens, a real poet is born with such potential to express restless emotions and souls truly and artistically.
A person's life is a process of seeking a sense of security. Being buried underground is a great guarantee at the end of life. Reading, writing poetry, writing novels, drawing, all kinds of creation, entrepreneurship, hobbies, love, marriage, family, and all kinds of ways of fame and fortune are all processes of seeking security. In other words, a dream is on the other side, on the road to safety. Yu Xiuhua's pursuit of tranquility, one-track mind hanging on the poem, and walking naked, naked, really should cherish. Such poets are rare! Such poems are really delicious!
Many truly artistic poets, because they can't be "naked" like Yu Xiuhua, the poetic display on the T-stage becomes fashionable and exquisite, which makes people feel aesthetic fatigue. And Yu Xiuhua's poems, together with the burly handle boxing "Dress" and "The Emperor's New Clothes", are refreshing. People who are too smart, too alert and too flexible, even philosophical dialectics, may write a few good poems, but rarely become good poets. Poets are naturally poetic. Maybe you don't need great wisdom, profound knowledge and special training. You just need to cook any soup in your heart. You don't need a recipe, just stir-fry and stew, let it go. Just like Yu Xiuhua, you can say whatever you want. For nothing else, just for peace of mind!
I'm bored. Say the poem again.
I borrowed two books from Poetry Magazine (No.20 1 6) and Selected Poems sponsored by Hebei Writers Association (No.20 1 6). In the first half of the 65438+ 10 issue of Poetry magazine, my favorite is the selected poems of French poet Francis Gombo, who is in the international poetry column. His poems are thoughtful, affectionate, skillful, rhythmic and emotional, and can be read word for word. Now most poems in poetry magazines can only be scanned. Besides, Susie's secret: I had a good time in Gone with the Wind. In the second half of the 65438+ 10 issue of Poetry Magazine, I probably only like to find Zhang's poem "So I Forgive You" in the column and "Dancing on the Flame Tip" (positive) and "The Loss of Poetic Style and Strategy in Spoken English" (negative) in the sharp commentary column. Surprisingly, this Selected Poems (No.1, 20 16) is more enjoyable to read. I mainly read the poems of three old poets, Ye Yanbin, Tian Tian and love. An old poet is an old poet. Even straightforward and simple sentences, put in poetry, have different charm.
I like Ye Yanbin's Half-Window Romantic Month: "The sun stirred up three drops of dew with the bare broom tip/the dew fell on two lotus leaves/slipped to nine o'clock in the morning, which was exactly nine o'clock ... Before I stood there, I was speechless/speechless and turned into a lotus root/fixed me in front of the lotus pond/made us look at each other/became ugly.
I didn't read many poems in other places, and I didn't know much about him. I know of a poet who wrote a couplet with the artist's name on the Spring Festival Evening several decades ago, and asked that the next couplet should also be an artist. The opposite bottom line is that "Niu Cao De is in Biyechang". Among these three people, Niu knows, but he doesn't know this field. This time, in Selected Poems, I was lucky enough to read Anti-Japanese War Battlefield Poems selected to commemorate the 0/00th anniversary of the poet's birth in the battlefield, as well as Yao's Battlefield Poems, Yu Cong's Battlefield Poems and Anti-Japanese War Poems, which is a vacancy.
What I want to say is the love of the third poet. After reading his poem The Choice of Love published in Selected Poems, this man is a contemporary poet. If the field poems belong to that era and Ye Yanbin's poems can survive this era, then Love's poems should lead this era. Because in his poems, there are vivid modern and contemporary poems and songs. I just read Yu Xiuhua's poem. Her poems are vivid and shining. However, her poems are limited, focusing on individual feelings, and the world of soul refinement is not very broad. She is really a single-minded real poet. But it does not belong to an excellent poet who has a thick mind and whose soul can rise to lead others. Reading her, you can feel understanding, share resonance, realize the truth and suffering of life, realize the difficulty of equal communication with the social world, and even see flowers cultivated with blood and soul in the text. However, you are unlikely to respond, learn, admire and look up. Love poems, however, are obvious and profound, standing above us and most poets, making people look up.
Having said that, I want to talk about the baseline of poetry, how to treat it, how to stand and how to say it. Let's talk about it first. In the interaction between the field and young poets, the attitude towards poetry is only good here, but not so good there, so I don't give directions and comments. According to the field, poetry can feel good or bad, not good or bad. I agree with Tian's attitude towards poetry. As an old poet and an editor of poetry, you can and have the right to say that you feel the quality of poetry. Not saying it is a respect for poetry. Perhaps, the poems that you think are bad are poems that more people like, and it is impossible to become classics and pass them down, just like the misty poems that have just emerged. Maybe your favorite poem is not liked by the public. Or, a really good poem may be at the top of Dongshan Mountain, and only a few people can see it. ...
Poetry itself has a lot of personality. Personal poetry, saying that he is good, is because it has aroused more resonance. Sometimes, with the approximation of resonance frequency and amplitude, it will gradually accumulate into a standard for the public to treat poetry. It is not a bad thing to form such standards in creation. However, if all poems are treated according to the established standards, it will be difficult for them to make progress. Now even if you are Li Bai, Bai Juyi and Nalan Xingde, you recite those poems every day, but it is difficult for ordinary people to keep up. The form of literature and the standard of trial should always keep pace with the development of the times, and change with the changes of new things that came into being at the historic moment. Poetry can't escape this rule. Poetry is a combination of concentricity and frequency, which can be said to be good or bad, not to mention how good and bad it is. Because you are not necessarily bigger than the author's vision and pattern. Therefore, for poetry, in addition to respect, or respect.
Tell me more about how to stand in front of poetry. After reading a poem, you can generally taste the taste and pattern of the poem, and you can also taste the poet's vision and knowledge. There are really wonderful sentences in many poems now, but after reading them completely, you will feel breathless. There are also some poems, which are white and refreshing, but they read like the last toothpaste tube, lacking rhyme and stamina. Love poems are weak and fragmented to read, and the rhythm of words is free and naughty. Between the lines, I deeply feel that the author wants to talk endlessly. Reading love poems is like entering a beautiful garden. As long as the eyes stay casually and stop on which poem, which poem is definitely a "flower" that can withstand appreciation. "When the twilight after the rain decorates the window/I find out the depth of the distant mountain from here/breathe into the window glass/draw a long path with my fingers/a figure/someone stays in the rain" (Under the window) "How pale the muscles of moonlight are/and my skin of time gradually turns black/falls off layer by layer in the wind" "Sometimes I can't help but lose my temper in the mirror/as long as the lights of the whole city go out, (Time damage) "ups and downs/suitable for a person to walk/and there is no umbrella in hand/no umbrella has its own beauty/wet is my wet/cold is my cold/even if I shrink myself into raindrops/small/small" ("Walking alone in the rain") "How heavy is a grain of dust? /It depends on where it is placed/It's heavy on the butcher's knife/It's light on the monk's futon/As for inadvertently falling on my coat and hat/dusting it off/Just fine ("The Power of Gray") "How do we look at love poems in a world of small emotions, it is likely that we will only see the temperament of a little woman. In the context and pattern, the taste of poetry is completely different. Therefore, writing poetry requires education, and reading poetry also requires education.
Finally, talk about that poem. There is no certain method for writing. Poetry also has no certain writing style. Yu Xiuhua said that she didn't know how to write poetry. Naturally, the teacher said beautiful words and put them together, which became a well-known poem now. When it comes to poetry, we must first have a good attitude, and then we must set our position and stand in what position and pattern to look at poetry. You need to think about it first. You may or may not like the poems you see. But don't easily set the weather and pattern for poetry. Because the weather and pattern of reading may be within your weather pattern, or it may be greater than the pattern of your ideological knowledge and life accumulation, that is to say, you can't enter this weather and pattern yourself. If it is the former, it is ok. If it is the latter, it is inevitable to make a fool of yourself.
In my opinion, regardless of old poetry and new poetry, there are at least two kinds of weather and patterns. One is to accumulate profound knowledge, which must be said about hard weather and pattern. This kind of weather and pattern are mainly oriented by spirit, and the form is more subordinate to the content. The other is flexible soft weather and pattern, which mainly emphasizes the beauty of form and the content can obey the form.