There are many people who are richer than his poems, but it seems that no other poet loves clouds, stars and God like him.
Images of the sky like this. This feature is very important. Known by Heidegger as "the poet among poets", Holderlin once sang:
If life is full of hard work, can people?
Look up at the sky and ask: am I willing to do this?
Whether to look up at the sky or not is often the scale of materiality and poetry, reality and transcendence. Because poets pursue divinity,
Singing divinity is a way to determine the real existence of human beings, to explore the scale of human real existence, and to transcend the architectural plank road.
Therefore, Heidegger asserted: "Poetry is the adoption of the measure of God, and it is the adoption of the measure of God where people live."
I don't know "("... people live poetically ... ") This adoption determines that a real poet must be based on the secular.
From their own sky observers and listeners, they summon all the magnificent sights of the sky and every sound of marching.
Lyrics make them dazzling and pleasing to the ear, but they will also be covered with dust to survive their own truth and clarity.
Come out.
Xu Zhimo is such a poet. The prose poem Night was written by him when he was studying in England in his early years.
It is not very mature yet, but it is undoubtedly standing up for the gods in the reality of existence and listening to existence in a trance. this
In the poem, the speaker regards himself as one of the "big mothers" and calls for equality in the quiet night.
So you can really be in an open field:
But in this quiet temperature, I heard the silence of the universe.
The pulse and breath of the night have heard countless dreams and souls.
A hasty trial;
I also heard my own fantasy and felt the mysterious impulse.
He is stirring up his long-standing habit and preparing to fly out of his boredom.
Nest, fly out of this quiet environment, search for the miracle of the night, go
Looking for more mysterious secrets-
This is a real openness, which is not only invisible (that is, covered) in daily reality, but also
The covered true self. It is precisely because of this double interactive relationship that poets can enter existence through the night.
Now, seeing "God" standing and hearing the call of "God", we can get a measure of existence. This scale creates poetry.
People have seen the consequences of vulgar civilization behind the "consistent glory" of the twentieth century: shameless, obscene, cruel and dirty.
Dirty. The glitz of the city that never sleeps does not mean that the spirit and poetry of the voice are rich. On the contrary, it is real here.
The lack of poetry —— Through wandering in the hometown of "lake poets" more than 0/00 years ago, the poet discovered the spirit and authenticity of nature.
Lost, so he turned to the sky and asked, "How much did you save for such a rare commemoration ..."
The lost road is actually a road full of spirit and sound. The poet went back to the surging tide and even traced it back.
The swaying period of human civilization is described and placed in the space-time of the universe. Finally, I found that on this lost road,
Survivors on the earth have become strangers to the earth, even where we live, even day and night can not be distinguished.
("But what about the human earth? /A sea of stars and sand, but where to find it?/No, he lost his way home! /at night,
Where are you? /Guangming, where are you? Indeed, when thinking about who we are, where we come from and where we are going.
It is easy to fall into a state of nothingness and despair when we ask the ultimate question about survival.
However, whether survival can become the ultimate problem and whether there is a heart that cares about the origin and future is often measured.
The scale between a poet and a real poet. A true poet not only brings people pleasure, comfort and pleasure, but also leads readers.
New discoveries, forgotten and important insights, the essence of human experience, so that readers can
Understand existence in a broader sense, understand the same kind and oneself, realize the complexity of human nature, the tragedy and encounter in life experience,
Complexity of excitement and joy. What is precious is that in the face of the natural spirit and the real loss of human beings, the night is not.
Pointing to the romantic fantasy of nothingness or light floating, but facing the real cover of existence, exploring the real road of self-redemption;
If you want real peace, you must go to the bottom of the storm;
If you want to be truly harmonious, you must go to chaos; If you want to be really safe, you must go to chaos, the hysteria of the Great Revolution.
Ask for it;
If you want real happiness, you must taste real pain;
If you want to be true, you must realize it in the real emptiness;
If you want a real life, you must visit in the most dangerous direction;
If you want a real heaven, you must go to hell; ……
This kind of poem, which goes down into the abyss and pursues the gods, has the profound feeling of survival in an era of poor poetry. work
In order to cope with today and the future, the night almost came to the brink of despair. However, it is on the edge of this consciousness that the poet
Grasp the possibility of turning the corner and surpassing: it is not nothingness, nor simply fleeing to the past and returning to human childhood, but
In the storm, in chaos and turmoil, in real pain and emptiness, in purgatory and danger, we walked deeper into the abyss.
Seek true salvation and harmony in danger. Yes, the possibility of redemption is rooted in existence and still belongs to human beings.
Beyond. It is because of this understanding that at the end of this chapter, the speaker is experiencing real anxiety and despair.
After that, I got inner peace, so that I really reconciled with the night like a big mother and stood on the position of equality in Vientiane.
On the back, I once again saw the green grass and gentle He Kang at the beginning of the source in my memory. At this time, there is nothing we can do.
Reminiscent of a famous case of Zen: decades ago, the old monk participated in Zen, seeing mountains as mountains and water as water; Upon arrival.
Come and see knowledge, where there are individuals, mountains are not mountains, and water is not water; Now I have to rest, I can only see the mountains.
Look, water is just water.