When I was immersed in the colorful and varied poems of the talented Wang Yin, the poems of Beidao were hard to read, which made people feel fake. But after a period of time, when the work pressure increased and I felt heavy, I developed a cordial sense of identity with Beidao's poems, giving people a kind of courage and strength to exist. The critical edge of poetry such as answer, ending and beginning, as well as the mentality of bearing nothingness and sacrificing for faith, are hard to calm down. This heavy sense of mission makes me feel that I am not alone. I saw the horizon in the distance, and everything was fresh and vivid. I am also integrated with life, full of close desire for existence, and miss the warmth in the crowd and the joy without me.
Reading also gave me a new understanding of many poets, such as Dodo, Munk and He Jiang. Frankly speaking, I used to think that they wrote something fashionable in name only. This rereading seems to be a brand-new reading, and I feel that their poems are not inferior to some excellent translations. Every crack in the land gradually/spread to my face. It turned its head/seemed to bite off the rope around its neck/held it in the hand of the sun (Munk's Sunflower in the Sun). Dressed in strange clothes with heavy snow/I am standing in the center of silence/as silent as the heavy snow has stopped/It is my singing that makes the stars in the sky dim/I am no longer the starlight over the forest (many) ... These poems are sincere in emotion, unique in perspective, unexpected in language and endless in images, especially revealing that I am the only one who is eager to break through the chaotic realm of self and everything, and that deep and heavy feeling is the current poems.
In this collection of poems, Chang Yao, Lin Song and others left a deep impression on me. Chang Yao, a poet who has left us, has formed a tough style in the vast and harsh nature and life in the northwest, especially the sense of strength that makes him look different. At the end of Memories: There is a person in my heart who doesn't burn himself/leaves an unmelted skull. /The world of mortals fell to the ground,/A white horse galloped in the depths of the desert. It can be said that it is a clank of iron, an expectation and portrayal of his spiritual self, and his poems can also be seen in this way. I have always been critical of Lin Song's poems. I used to think that his poetic style was mediocre and had no personality. Selected works of death and praise and death of Mandelstam are excellent works, focusing on survival and reality. This is my first time to read them. Huang Canran also aroused my enthusiasm in this collection of poems. This poet, who has always been delicate in poetic style and thin in appearance, also has his extraordinary ambitions and feelings, as well as his own side, such as Life in Tears, which reveals perseverance and endurance in his determination. These should be supported by their mysterious harmony with existence, their love for noble and beautiful things, their lofty pursuit and the spirit of taking responsibility.
Yongming Zhai's two masterpieces, Jing 'anzhuang and Woman, I also studied them with great concentration. I remember I didn't know much about Jing 'an Village when I first saw it, except for the dazzling feeling. I've read it many times this time, and I've also read relevant comments and self-reports Every time she reads it, the melanin in her language is weakened to be completely clear, and those ambiguous emotional passwords are cleared. Finally, I left a transparent and clean text, which was really a cleaning process and gave me great comfort and enlightenment. In it, I saw the confused helplessness and instinctive resistance intention of the confused individual when he tried to enter himself. This is another kind of darkness, another kind of light, another kind of truth, and it is also a profound revelation and interpretation of the times, although all this is done unconsciously. I don't know why my favorite Ouyang He Jiang and Zhou Lunyou, who always wanted to study, didn't give me any unique feeling in this collection of poems, but gave birth to a lot of bad feelings. Zhou's poetic style is too deliberate, and Ouyang's poems lack charm. Even the widely valued spring in The Last Fantasy is tasteless. Perhaps compared with Yongming Zhai, they are too eager to be spokesmen of the times and lack real feelings about life.
There are many fleeting ideas in the process of reading. A collection of poems can give me such great inspiration and feelings, and the editor is not a poet or a poetry researcher except his own position, which makes it difficult for me to remain silent and makes me believe that there are good poems in the world, but without the eyes of poetry, the voice of poetry is great and silent. Only when you walk in can you feel its irresistible power. Sometimes I think that I love so many poets with different personalities at the same time. I think the essence of unifying my many loves can only be poetry: the spirit of true independence. Poetry is different from what people usually call poetry. It does not deliberately show beauty, nor does it rashly present darkness, and of course it does not shy away. Poetry is not art, not an arena of language, skill or status; Poetry does not need any laurels or blockhouses, it is open, poetry exists, and poetry is a mixture of truth and truth; Poetry is a kind of strength and should be the source of strength. The spirit of poetry is to break through all imprisonment and gain real freedom. Of course, this includes many aspects, which will have different performances in different periods. This is why the excessive display of death, darkness and violence in this book of poems gives people a kind of enthusiasm and courage to survive, which can only be given by something with vitality. We should have the mind and understanding that when we are close to hell, we may be close to or building heaven, just like Dante's Divine Comedy. In the process of crossing this triple world, poetry is both a guide and a presentation, which is the identity that poets must bear. Only in this way can our spirit be said to be independent. In this collection of poems, I at least saw the attitude of poets towards it and the pain it brought. I look forward to and bless them in my heart. Contrary to Brom's "anxiety about influence", I hope to find great pioneers and outstanding colleagues around me in China's poems. When I see their clumsy, erratic, persistent or elegant figures through words, I feel a warm current of respect, love and affection. This is also the purpose of poetry and the poet's pursuit.
This collection of poems also reflects other spiritual realms that may be easily overlooked, such as love and confidence in society and people themselves, as well as a particularly valuable sense of enjoyment at present. This is a sign of broad-mindedness. It takes courage and great love to show your true self, which is different from the narcissism of modern people, and it is not to sell your soul despised by some people. Behind these excellent poems are the images of poets full of anxiety, reflective power, dissatisfaction and courage to take responsibility. This is attachment to the individual and transcendence. They are either caused by the pain of deep stone suppression or the desire to cure; Or the courage and confidence to expose, resist and conquer; It is the yearning for light and freedom, and it is the pursuit and practice of the world of great harmony. In the process of processing the writing objects of these poems, we often ignore the spiritual significance of these poems and the poet image behind them. I only feel their broad and profound minds under similar circumstances. It is not suffering that makes them, but their attitude towards life. I have seen Kosuke Kitajima's introspection of his early poems and his recent low profile. "In an era without heroes, I just want to be a person. He was a hero when he wrote this poem. Without the desire for heroes and a strong sense of self, how can there be poets? It is the constant pursuit of self that makes the poet stand out from the crowd and shows the value of life. Poetry is the power to form and present human self-consciousness. Self or truth is a process, and poetry creation originates from the concept of self-affirmation, which is a conquest and sublimation of reality and self. We can only see the world clearly in the truth of ourselves, and only by constantly giving up can we get close to existence. The spirit of poetry embraces everything in the pursuit of absoluteness. The freedom of poetry is a sense of responsibility.
It is easy for us to deviate from the spirit of poetry in the name of poetry; We have compiled too many anthologies of personal preferences in the name of the times, compiled some impersonal hodgepodge from the so-called comprehensive and fair standpoint, resisted passion, blood and truth with the so-called artistic taste, and settled life with the so-called academic attitude; We have too many poetry alchemists. In contrast, contemporary poetry and even some avant-garde poems look radical, but in fact they are decadent. They are decadent realism. Many poets doubt, ridicule and even criticize the true spirit of poetry, some look for it in words or techniques, some are ambiguous and nameless, copying life or other people's poems; What they show is only an explanation and reappearance of their submission, and it is a mockery of the existence of poetry. They are obsessed with history, folk, knowledge, middle age, myth, technology, metaphor and even narration, which boils down to how to express their daily life that they protest loudly. They foreshadow a sober attitude with banter language, express facts with twists and turns, achieve objectivity by canceling themselves, approach existence with the attitude of keeping pace with the times, and become the product of skills and constant self-innovation. Irony and hybridity become the symbol of poetry maturity. How to deal with life experiences with colorful images is the poet's pursuit. Whether to write or present paradox seems to be the embodiment of the poet's life realm. In short, wisdom becomes the key to poetry. No matter at home or in the world, we have too many negative heritages, and we have not formed our own poetic pedigree and spiritual heritage in the general suspicion and expectation. Although almost every poet has many western masters whom he admires and imitates, most of them can only be transplanted horizontally in this unequal situation, and they have blindly denied the poets around them before forming their own understanding. This is a misunderstanding.
Since the 1990s, the heritage and reality have presented a wonderful combination of betrayal and adaptation. Poets consciously abandoned the grand narrative and ideological collusion of poetry in the 1980 s and even in the first half century, but the adaptation actually showed a critical attitude towards some poets, which is the prevalence of market utilitarianism. In the words of a scholar, this is also a new ideology. Poetry is no longer a conspirator, but a subtle isomorphic relationship. They are soberly aware of the relationship between fish and water (see Issa's Cabby). Ambiguity and mediocrity are the main spiritual signs of this period, and the admiration for mediocrity is incomparable at any time. Rights are the object that people consciously pursue. There are not only paradoxes here, but also the expectation and reality of role transformation. Of course, I am not criticizing the Rightists, but questioning the simplification and vulgarization of the Rightists. Poetry is increasingly reduced to an artistic category, as if people are "living for art". Many poets consciously pursue the marginalization of poetry, consciously keep a sense of distance from life to achieve the so-called artistic purity, or show a kind of pain in acceptance; There is also the joy of reappearing secular life to prove a false sense of the times and even rebellious consciousness, which are isomorphic with life; Whether consciously or unconsciously, all roads lead to the same goal. Poetry has lowered the height of the soul again and again, but there is no imaginary land, thus forming a noisy and chaotic state.
Why do we show such a big difference in personal affirmation? Why does our mental state get worse after a relaxed living environment? Are we moving from one extreme to the other? What other poets still dream of the divinity of life and embrace life? What ideals and ambitions do people have? Why does the pursuit of poetry independence and individual autonomy have a negative effect?
The simplest and most popular statement is that it comes down to the social transition period, the advent of secular society and the pain of reform; This in itself is a misunderstanding of the times, an escape from the individual and a cover-up of the truth; Therefore, he took his own fate on the opposite side; This is also an amazing ignorance. The spirit of the times is often reflected in awakening, criticizing and transcending reality, and it will never be acceptance, recognition and beautification. However, these problems are also the capital that some poets are proud of. They often measure the progress of poetry by the superior living environment, the acceptance of reality and the technicality of poetry. This is the real crux. Progress itself is a big problem, and there will be its derivatives. Inertia can make people blind and conceited, making us easily lost in the mirror image of the surface, losing the ability to explore and reflect, and becoming happy prisoners. Of course, some people will say that this is life, and they ignore that they are just imitating, which is also a representation of the times, but this is just a cynical performance, lacking a real creative attitude, and this is the meaning of our life. They turned the pursuit of self into the wisdom of existence, instead of thinking about intervening in existence from a distance, and we have not clearly understood how the mysteries of the times and history have reached the realm beyond existence.
Of course, this is also the fate of the times. No one can escape from the people in life. The continuous transcendence of the times makes the individual's persistence or detachment lack the proper foundation. There is no reference and no objection. The spirit abandoned itself in the process of self-formation. Maybe copying is the best expression. This is why betrayal is more difficult than imagination, and more noble than imagination. When conformity becomes a hidden pioneer, when the surface is more real, deeper and superior than the inside, how to form the concept of self? In life, honor, dignity and even morality have become almost hypocritical jokes or copies of interests, while individuals have become real desires, more accurately, material lovers, which together with the ever-changing society constitute the background for our existence. With the continuous digestion of spirit and the continuous improvement of life, personal loss is so bizarre and confused, and it is so natural. Internally, the combination of the traditional sense of nothingness after the separation of personal consciousness and the post-modern "eat, drink and be merry" makes individualism, which originated in the 1990s, present a complex face, which is a realization of real individuals and a betrayal. In the 1980s, the body couldn't bear the huge spirit, but now the spirit can't bear the heavy body. In order to carry life to the end, people are constantly humbled and weak under the dual deprivation of market and politics, and at the same time consciously or unconsciously clean up, escape and cover themselves up. Writing poetry is no longer an individual's publicity and establishment, but a kind of self-suppression, and subjectivity is an unpopular word. Poetry and its author constitute a subtle fable. They write poems to cancel and present the disappearing parts of human beings. This conscious separation weakens our sense of commitment and takes deconstruction as our mission; We lost our sense of reality when correcting extremes. With the help of Haizi's land, we have risen to a false overlooking, and they are no longer a part of our life. This feeling of rootless wandering has penetrated into the bone marrow of modern people, and life has become the value of life.
Even some aspiring young people find it difficult to get out of their personal shadows and get rid of the shackles and temptations of the secular world. They lack the will to resist in solipsism, find it difficult to understand the depth of existence in the success of life, and will not consciously explore the darkness. Their critical spirit and rebellious consciousness are often morbid in other worlds without faith, great love and competition with the secular world. They regard self-beautification as a transcendence of personal feelings; Or take integration into real life as a kind of commitment and responsibility, and constantly pursue and describe various self-reliance in the sinking of reality. From Wei Hui to lower body writing to Ge, how can our desperate body bear its betrayal? The body will eventually reveal the truth of material desires and the true colors of our lives. Some poets are also fighting against it, but they lack the resources, strength and courage to fight against it, and fall into the mood of decadence and failure, thus refusing to exist and unable to get close to the truth, showing many emotions and strengths in their poems. I see that some excellent poems are mostly expressions of revenge, self-harm or even self-defense against unrecognized poets. Of course, this is morbid, and it is also the embodiment of the true spirit of poetry. Without compromise, it is a disease against morbid. This is how our times are presented, and then our development is regulated by it.
The situation of poetry is also the situation of people, and the most direct factor of poetry's malaise is the weakness and morbidity of personal vitality. Without a sound individual, of course, there is no noble and magnificent poetry. This is really a paradox. However, it is difficult for many people to form this kind of consciousness, and it is too easy for people to turn their personal disabilities into social problems, and then mistake them for the characteristics of the times and show them, further deepening the social chaos. Can this conscious disease be cured? From North Island to Meeting, their poems have witnessed our truth. We have gone through a person's road, but we have never been a person. In the process of pursuing ourselves, we will eventually dissolve the individual. Do we need to go back to the individual? Sticking to yourself can be a disaster in personal life. Look at the poet Huang Canran's Talk: I hope you are not lofty and naive. I hope you will be mediocre all your life ... I hope you will be calm and steady. This is your parents' hope. /We won't condemn you or the walking dead. /We will never regret it. Our society has not yet formed the public space advocated by Habermas, more precisely, we have no spiritual space that individuals can rely on. Those who insist on themselves should not only bear external pressure, but also overcome inner rebellion. And these are precisely because of the lack of independent individuals. We really need to return to independent individuals. What we really need is strength from the heart, whether it's sadness or joy. Under the loosening of long-term cultural policies, our society and schools should also think about how to preserve the true self instead of transforming it. Only when we see independent individuals can we see a nation that strives for self-improvement, and only through the continuous improvement of individuals can we see the progress of society.
We are not unaware of our own problems. Many dark and evil understandings are finally reflected in our bodies, thoughts, customs and even betrayal. This kind of digestion is unparalleled. When we return to the individual, it means returning to nothingness and sin. It is difficult for us to face the sense of smallness and powerlessness we pursue with any sincerity. This unexpected isomorphic relationship between the individual and the times is an unavoidable fact for every poet. The difference lies only in our understanding and attitude towards it. We are obeying and surpassing; Whether to return to the starting point or continue to cross; And this is a lonely journey without lessons and companions. As Paz said: Reality is the farthest. This is not to remind us to keep a distance from life, but to make us realize that existence is not only in our perceptual field. The cognition of truth itself includes various desires and actions such as doubt, betrayal and reconstruction. Wasteland or nowhere can't be equated with no road, but the consciousness of no road forms this cognition. As long as someone acts, any existence will reveal opportunities. Of course, we should be more aware of human behavior itself and the desertification caused by it. This desertification stems from the sense of loss we are constantly facing, from the rejection and forgetting we bear in betrayal, and can only be overcome in action. We can't accomplish the mission of conquest by meditation, let alone experience the value and happiness of existence, which is the source of our strength and courage. I have pursued complete independence and finally realized my vanity and humbleness. I realize that ego is a process of conquering myself, and it is a process of constantly showing and ending various realistic mentalities. This makes me have a strong * * * sound for many poems, such as The Voice of the North, which links the sufferings of individuals with the land and people they live in. This kind of mind and understanding needs our generation to inherit and carry forward. For us, there is a dual task. On the one hand, we must adhere to the true self in the secular world, on the other hand, we must pursue a greater realm in persistence. We need to constantly eliminate the social coverage of individuals, and we should be able to return to the world of existence. We must create our own father in life, so as to preserve our true gratitude for life and create our eternal home and memory in the wandering life of modern people, which is also a necessary element of personal existence. There is no nothingness, and the affirmation of nothingness is only a betrayal of oneself. It is not a sign of sincerity and courage as some people think. Instead, it is a typical cowardly self-generalization and escape. If we can't face the truth and events directly, we will have a sense of distrust and estrangement in our ever-improving life and times. You can't insist on what you should insist on, and you can't give up what you should give up. And this individual who has lost his spiritual position is like a drowning person. Any tiny puddle can be equated with the sea, which will drown people and produce ridiculous self-help behavior. I remember showing a drowning man's cry for help and struggle in a movie. When he was reminded to stand up straight, the water level was different. Writing here, I once again felt the poem of the poet Keats: Truth is beauty. The power of poetry will always illuminate those things hidden out of personal sight in the process of exploration, where is the origin of life, where is the existence of self-concealment, and life is a process of continuous discovery. Poetry is like lightning, like a comet, streaking across the sky or the closure of the universe. The poet sees himself in the sky, and life is like raindrops.
In addition, the development and evolution of society is constantly eroding the territory of poetry, and at the same time updating the field and concept of poetry. How to find and grasp a new direction and create another kind of truth and nature! It is what everyone who cares about poetry needs to think about. But I think the spirit of poetry is unchanged. Poetry is just a symphony produced by the interaction of these spirits or strong will and ambition in life with the times and social atmosphere. They are an organic combination of confrontation, presentation and cheering. In the secular society and the arrival of popular culture, poets should shoulder the multiple roles of singing, criticizing and reconstructing. The change of times and society is the opportunity and place for the development, prosperity and evolution of poetry. Living in this rapidly changing society is the poet's luck. Of course, poetry originates from silence and the power of silence, which challenges writing in the noise of the times. Some people think that poetry is a conservative force, claiming to be "immortal", looking for its own shadow in the open space of life and sticking to the scarecrow's position. We must get rid of all kinds of autistic tendencies. At any time, there is no self-sufficient society for us to practice poetry. Poetry can only be our creation. Poets are the children and founders of the times, and great poets raise their existence to the aesthetic level. Anyone who dares to pretend to be a poet should have such responsibility and boldness of vision. Of course, "poetry is not necessarily written with lines" here, it is first and foremost a spirit of poetry. Whether nightingale, owl, lark or phoenix are all desirable, it is best not to be sparrows and crows, especially their variants and even earthworms.
The arrival of globalization is a great liberation, but also the imprisonment and removal of life, and people generally succumb to instrumental rationality. This scientific rationality not only provides convenience for life, but also dispels people's subjective consciousness and spirit. More precisely, it makes everything scientific and technological. This is the inspiration from the present situation of poetry, and it also reflects the morbidness of our whole spiritual world. Modernity continues the morbidness described by Eliot, while post-modernity is a disease that resists disease. As I revealed earlier, the current morbid state of China's poetry makes it easy for us to slide from Nietzsche's decadent romanticism to Heidegger's decadent realism, and from the peak of history to the ubiquitous time. However, the existence after continuous disenchantment has not revealed its true colors, but has been constantly lost and deserted. We have lost the divinity of nature and the feeling of the earth, and human beings have lost their foothold in self-climbing. No wonder some people are already announcing the death of mankind and predicting the arrival of another dark age. In the more and more exquisite material world, we are less and less positive and independent. Facts have hit our fragility again and again, and our inner strength is getting smaller and smaller in the expanding external space. The height of human inner spirit is disappearing, and everything has lost its beautiful color in our universal suspicion and criticism. It seems that only by constantly giving up can we gain acceleration, from self-doubt to mirror life and then step into self-adjustment of life. But in this period of rapid development, we need to learn the power of existence from the heart to determine our own direction. We need too much time to digest so many heterogeneous things, make them a part of ourselves, not split, not attached, and surrender ourselves to our own derivatives. These can only be unified with the poetic spirit of self. But sometimes I wonder if the problems caused by human beings can be solved by human efforts. As Marx said, human beings will continue to produce their own grave diggers. On second thought, it also shows that humans can do the opposite exercise. But I seldom see (at least at home) people's reflection and criticism of the status quo. What I see is the degeneration caused by too much knowledge, more accurately, the externalization of knowledge; Knowledge is not the completion of life, but the realization. Behind the instrumentalization of knowledge is the surrender and loss of life, which covers it up. In this global wave of nihilism, it seems that the mission of many poets and scholars is to bring people back to their daily lives. They can't help but know that reality is not true or truth. They have so consciously dispelled their spirit that they have lost their ethical concern and expectation for self-cognition. This is a temporary performance, not necessarily a historical trend. The history of mankind can only be a process of continuous progress, not slavery, imprisonment or elimination. Poetry is the guide and reappearer.
In this collection of poems, I have seen the true colors of many poets or individuals. Their poems are not emotional, but a variety of mental states. In the collection of poems, I saw the poets who persisted in their sufferings, and I saw the mentality of their protagonists. They broke through all the vitality under high pressure, and they were open-minded and brave to take on; I saw another interpretation and reappearance of the times, just as I saw those shining rivers form themselves in the constant flow of the night. Of course, no matter what the editor's idea is, the spirit embodied in the poems in the anthology still needs us to further explore and absorb. This is also the embodiment of the spirit of poetry-a conscious pursuit and practice of greater self.