This person also has a nickname in Chengdu poetry circle: CEO poet on the toilet.
Legend has it that his experience in writing poetry is related to Li Yawei's "beating".
His poet friends are all famous, such as Li Yawei, Lei Pingyang and Sunset.
What we want to say is that he, Andy, is a man with many stories.
First, let's look at the poem he wrote on the toilet-
1, Andy's poem
Short-lived memory (poems)
Chanel
April
When the sun heats the soil,
When I was a teenager, I was going to move in a hot land.
Our strength will grow more roots.
Stretch along the faith of the earth
I saw you open your roots to your heart's content.
Let me see the shadow of the roots on purpose.
There is a ring of fate hidden in the shadow.
Yours and mine
Sometimes our concentric circles will be cut by each other.
Accidental blood
Dye youth red
Just like the sun that warmed us.
We tossed and turned in the dust.
I feel endless youth, with no end in sight.
Sometimes I really don't want to live.
I said it was a waste to live to be 27.
I wonder how many times I will persist in the pain.
Can make your life go back to the life buried deep underground.
In this sunny April
Heating our future together.
year
After being teased by years.
I started flirting with the years.
I disguised myself as a fool.
But I left my soul on an ignorant teenager.
When the girl next door peeps at the truth
I turned barbarism into gentleness.
Let tenderness dominate time.
And set traps in the historical rings
Bury one's life alive
It's hard to understand, and it's hard to be a person.
Let me laugh to death in the afterlife.
A short memory
I like your cherry mouth.
Love the philosophy in your head more.
I like your eyes.
I love you more than I am tired of Jesus' bones.
The day I met you.
My life came to an abrupt end.
Only a short memory.
Live a hard and honest life.
Simple ambition
I want to talk to this Jianghu.
break up a friendship
I want to thunder and rain in spring.
Autumn leaves
I want to put the woman I love
From memory to love
Then sparse love becomes loneliness.
Turn a lonely life into happiness
Zhongyuan Ji
Turn off the electricity at night, it's stuffy and hot.
Walking at the foot of the wall of Wenshuyuan
Feel the winding road.
There are many people flying around.
I caught a winged one.
Ask it, "wings are hard."
Have you been in the underworld for several years? "
It seems a little afraid of me.
"It has been more than ten years."
I asked him if he had seen my father.
It says chess in front.
I grabbed it to keep it from flying away.
"Take me to see my dad."
We crossed eight rivers.
There are many banquets.
I found my father on a jade futon.
He is playing chess with a tiger.
A river of blood is killing people, and the wind is beautiful.
If the tiger can't get down, let the tiger top the bowl
It's already three stories high.
I told my dad that I was naughty when I first came here.
Not afraid of the tiger biting you? Father said it didn't dare.
It's a baby I saved in my last life.
The evil spirits have gone too far and have entered the path of animals.
I played it for the last time before I was born again.
I said let go and don't miss the future of the tiger.
The tiger bowed and ran away.
I think it's no wonder that the tiger went down the mountain and the wind was blowing hard.
It turned out that they were originally against the wind.
Father said he would play chess with me when he set the tiger free.
There is a dark relationship between our father and son.
I always lose. The bowl is eight stories high.
Then I found my father smiling cunningly.
I suddenly woke up and said, Dad, you stole another step.
Father said with a smile, dad has to go first.
mirror
See someone in the glass
I asked who you were.
He said, I am you.
I'll ask you again, can you come out?
He said unless you came in
I put my hand into the glass.
When our hands touch.
I switched places with him.
Look in through the glass.
He's alone.
Look out of the glass.
I am a grain.
Now I'm in the glass.
I also became a grain.
The space of particles is free
We can do it at a place ten thousand times smaller than the needle tip.
A music festival is held in July and a half.
The whole universe will shake.
The sound of nature falls.
Each of us will be a note.
We all live in music.
Living outside the music again.
Time cannot limit our romance.
If you don't like modern times, you can go back to ancient times.
Unlike ancient times, you can come to the future.
Our destiny is like running water.
On the cross section of history
We can disappear into hallucinations.
You can also gather into a tower.
Time is just a yardstick for us.
We can shuttle from the left bank to the right bank at will.
Space is just a coordinate for us.
Any dimension is under our flowers and the moon.
Immortality makes me live like a year.
I long for the fear of death in the world.
And the return to zero of memory in the reincarnation world.
I don't know. Tens of thousands of years later.
I saw the glass again.
There, I stretched out my human tentacles.
I rushed forward and finally returned to the human world.
Finally, we can live and die together.
I can finally cry.
It seems that human life will become more troublesome.
A world divided into men and women
How incredible this is.
2. Dialogue with Andy
Poetry conference: I heard that you have a nickname: CEO poet on the toilet. Do you really sit on the toilet and write poems? Why?
Andy: Really. In my early years, I was an engineering designer who researched and developed military products. I made a strict schedule and sat on the toilet in the morning to manage the whole day's work. Later, I left the heavy technical work, and I gave poetry the time to go to the toilet. Because I am a businessman at heart. Writing is just a hobby. I usually fly around (on business). Whether at home, in the office or on the plane, I can always find time to write some words I like on the toilet.
Poetry assembly number: quartermaster? Did you study science in your early years?
Andy: I graduated from Beijing Institute of Technology, majoring in vehicle engineering, and studied tank overall design.
Poetry Club: As a boss, entertainment is not enough to talk about cooperation. Are you still in the mood to write poetry? Why? What are the happy stories that make poetry integrate into life?
Andy: Writing poetry was an accident. It has something to do with my father. My father is a man who likes reading. He was the first in Wenjiang when he was admitted to the secondary medical school. When I was about six or seven years old, I dug out a book from my father's bed and opened it. Just turned over a long poem: clouds in pants. Although I didn't understand it, I was immediately moved by its strangeness, profundity and grandeur. This thick book is called Mayakovsky's Poems. From then on, I fell in love with poetry, and poetry became a lubricant for the difficulties or problems I encountered in my growth.
Poetry Collection: When did you start writing poetry?
Andy: We science and engineering students have studied very hard since childhood. Although we started writing when we were young, there were few works. At the university stage, we took 59 subjects, most of which were above 85 points. Less leisure time belongs to the category of reading only and not writing. I was busier after work, but later I left my technical job and joined the business activities. I have worked in medicine, aviation, real estate and other fields in the mine source, and I have no time.
Poetry Collection: When did you start writing poetry again?
Andy: Because I am friends with poets such as Li Yawei, Lei Pingyang, Ye Fu, Silent, Sunset, Ma Song and Zhao Ye, I often get drunk and my face is very hot. Once, Li Yawei told me that we all wrote poems and wanted to write songs. So I wrote it. Out of control. Friends often ask me how I have time to write poems when I am so busy at work, so I tell them that most of them are written on toilets and airplanes. But my friends ignored the plane and left only the toilet.
Poetry Association: That is to say, your experience of writing poetry was "forced out" by Li Yawei's joke? What do you think of poetry and writing poetry?
Andy: Li Yawei said that poetry appeared before language appeared. This makes sense. I think poetry is an aria of the mind, written by heart. If writing love is painful, it is a love poem; If writing about the soul is painful, it is faith. ...
Poetry Conference: How do you think poetry should be written to be more innovative?
Andy: I don't think there is a fixed pattern in poetry. You can write whatever you want. The key is whether to punish the heart or not. I have studied the Diamond Sutra for more than 20 years. There are two sentences in the Diamond Sutra that have a great influence on me. One sentence is "you should live without shelter", and the other sentence is "if you look at the other side, you will see the Tathagata." Poetry should be so elegant, without covering, without boundaries and frames.
3. Impression of Andy (Li Yawei commented on Andy)
The motor roared and the heart rippled.
Li Yawei
When Andy writes a poem, he can do it without writing it, but once he writes it, it is endless. Among the poets I know, he may be the last one to write, but at the same time he is the most energetic one.
In the past two years, Andy and I often played and drank together. His strong and high-spirited writing state has made me relive the irresistible manic energy of the so-called "third generation" in the 1980 s for countless times. In those years, our elders and colleagues were far away from poets, and money and beauty were far away from them. Teenagers and paraquat can't kill wild animals and write poems. Looking back now, many poets have disappeared. Among those people, it seems that some people turned around at some point in their lives and drove into other boundaries. Some hormones are burned out, turned off halfway, and some are still running on the earth or the ocean, which seems familiar. But it can be seen that they have been writing by inertia for a long time, without hormones, and basically they are unpowered and unmanned.
Andy began to write poetry, and he was full of energy from the beginning. He is covered in hormones, which makes people feel that there is a barge hanging behind him. It is hormones, of course-and it seems that there are mineral deposits in his hometown, and there are countless hormonal crude oil behind him! It coincides with a good time for WeChat to cover lonely men and women everywhere. Andy waved his fingers and scribbled poems of men and women on his mobile phone screen. I sometimes think: With Andy's love for the opposite sex and her own hormonal reserve, poetry is also a kind of harm to Andy, right? But sometimes I suspect that he began to search our big universe in this small universe. He writes every day, is not afraid of repetition, and works tirelessly like a child. This way of writing reminds people of the beating of Shanghai waves on the coasts around the world and the sunshine shining on the human world every day. They are simple, vast and eternal, so these-and because of these, they often remind me of the original state of poetry when it was born.
A long time ago, humans appeared on the earth, humans appeared, and poetry appeared. At that time, there were no three emperors and five emperors in the east, no pharaohs and pyramids in the west, no officials and characters on the earth, only heroic men who fished and hunted and gentle women who picked and breastfed.
Men love adventure and attack, while women love their relatives and fear the night. They care and miss each other with emotion, and express their concern and miss with words. Sometimes, they want to express and tell beautiful and happy scenes, and sometimes, they want to remember and spread unforgettable events. So there is a vivid and catchy way of discourse, which is poetry, that is, poetry existed before human beings had words. This is the actual meaning of "poetry expressing ambition", and the original meaning of "ambition" is to record and record. In ancient times, the earliest poets used this kind of words to remember their older ancestors, spread important events among ethnic groups, and miss their unforgettable personal feelings. Now, today, I remember Confucius once said, "If you don't learn poetry, you have nothing to say." I believe.
This is the case with Andy's poems, which describe the bodies and desires of men and women on the earth. His words are childish and shameless, as if walking behind those ancient love poems in the Book of Songs and striding towards derailment. He wrote about men's desires, goblin organs, indulging in sex and forgetting life and death. His scene seems to be close to the end of the world, and it seems to be the beginning of the primitive world.
Andy studied tank manufacturing in engineering male. He appeared in our field of vision when his poetry colleagues were in ruins and the population was blurred. His nature is natural, straightforward, sketching, with Buddhism in his language, joy in his aura, his emotions and pornography, his passion and love, which help him develop a background of great desire and compassion and convey a man who loves the sea.
When I write this article for Andy's poems, I always think of ancient poems. I believe I haven't strayed from the topic at all, because in my reading experience, Andy's poems have always had the emotional clues of the ancients' childlike innocence, and his naked concern for women's bodies has also been secretly passed down by ancient poems. His poems continue the life of those excellent lyric poems in ancient times-those passions and sorrows from the earth for thousands of years.
So I thought: it's been a long time-the pyramids on the earth have disappeared, the Great Wall has disappeared, and people on the earth have gradually lost interest in tall buildings and wealth. At that time, those descendants who are far away from us may have understood the famous eternal question of mankind: where do we come from and where are we going? But they, our distant descendants, will think about another important question: Today, I remember a Latin American poet named Luis Cardozo-Aragon once said that poetry is the only evidence of human existence, and I think he said it very well. This sentence shows that the most eternal part of human civilization is only built by human beings with their own memories and emotions, and it is also true for personal life. I'm sure.
Andy repeatedly impacts his inner image, and at least one or two poems constantly impact his inner image every day. This inner image is tempered and pure. His attitude towards poetry is upright, his language is casual, his way of telling is casual, and his lyricism is brisk. Moreover, he has a ruler in his heart, which has been caring for those seemingly frivolous and meaningless languages and his real world.
At the moment, I'm on my way to Ji Xiang's kitchen. I want to have a drink with friends like Andy. I use my mobile phone to modify this article in the car. There are things about men and women in my heart, and Andy's poems are in my ear. On the one hand, the motor roared, and on the other hand, the heart surged.
Spring has begun in 20 15 Chengdu, Li Yawei.
To annotate ...
Paraquat is a highly toxic herbicide.
Hormone 20 12 I was reading a poem in Tianzifang, Shanghai, and Zhu, a scholar and critic, came. He said he came to hear if there were hormones in my poem. He believes that if there are fewer hormones, poets can stop writing poems.
Luis Cardozo Aragon was a famous Latin American poet in the 20th century.
4. Introduction to Andy
The word is clumsy, and the net name is him. Born in the sixties, born in Chengdu, later Yang. When I was a teenager, I joined an amateur sports school and a sprint team. Graduated from Beijing Institute of Technology, majoring in weapons, and worked as a senior engineer in a military factory. I went to the sea to do business in the 1990 s and now I am doing investment work. My industry involves culture, finance and real estate. I write poems in my spare time and like traveling and calligraphy. He wrote a lot of poems, and his works have been published in many newspapers and magazines and selected into many anthologies, winning many awards.