Before I knew Poetry Monthly, I came across the poem of the poet Wang Mingyun again and again. Therefore, first of all, Wang Mingyun is a poet. About two or three years ago, I had the opportunity to read Poetry Monthly very carefully, only to know that its predecessor was Poetry Magazine in the 1980s. At that time, Poetry Magazine once published many poems by Hai Hui and me. Perhaps it was some kind of grateful and moist memory that made me start reading Poetry Monthly of 2 1 century again. It is gorgeous and simple, it is sweet and sad, its cover and inner page, and the words of the host named Lamper. I learned later that Lampard was Wang Mingyun.
In the spring of 2006, at a pen meeting in western Yunnan, Wang Mingyun flew in. Finally, we can sit down quietly and solve a space for the poet to communicate with another poet.
Wang Mingyun clearly reveals the poet's face from his poetic journey, which is a calm face permanently tortured by years of insomnia. We talked about the tinnitus and insomnia suffered by the poet. This is not a fictional conversation, but a dialogue from life.
Since the age of eight, Wang Mingyun's ears have been filled with tinnitus, accompanied by hissing. It's an invisible tinnitus. Since then, this kind of quenching has been intense and gentle, but it has always been accompanied by the poet. Thus, the long insomnia began, which is not the beginning of a game, but a magical cover. Tinnitus affected the poet's hearing. You can't imagine that when the poet is listening to the sound of the bird flapping its wings through the branches, it ignores the vibration of the bird flapping its wings ... Similar scenes alternate repeatedly in any scene, and its cruelty lies in that the poet's tinnitus repeatedly annihilates or prevents the poet from listening to the melody of everything in the world in a special scene. But its existence creates the poet's spirituality. When tinnitus becomes more and more severe, it is also the moment when the poet's insomnia breaks out. This is a moment of despair. Each of us will encounter insomnia in our life. However, we don't lose sleep every night.
We won't lose sleep because of tinnitus. In short, our insomnia story is just an episode in life, an accidental suffering, and even a moment of meeting with a long night. Such insomnia brings lyricism and poetry. On the other hand, Wang Mingyun's insomnia has become a serious medical history. The kind of insomnia that consumes his life all night will never let him enter the dream. Of course, he dozed off. In order to give the people lying beside him a false peace, he lay in the dark and dozed off with his kind heart. Sometimes when he closes his eyes, his body language will fly, which is a kind of flight beyond time and space.
He was doomed to despair, which deprived him of his life more than 20 years ago. When he put sleeping pills in a bottle, his two-year-old daughter found the bottle with her sensitive heart. Her voice stopped his terrible behavior, so he survived. He is no longer afraid of insomnia. He wants to live for his daughter, for the beautiful image in his heart and for poetry. So, he kept seeking medical treatment and constantly cooperated with the doctor's treatment. When I met him, he calmly told all the stories that happened to him. Insomnia attracted him like a magnet. At the same time, he also lived poetically, lived and loved under the care of many friends.
His eyes are moist, these are the eyes of a poet, and he has been able to accept all this calmly: including the stars he saw during his nap in the long night, which is the mystery of time hanging over him; Including love. He's in love. Love all things and friends, love things that can be close to his life, just like the surprise and shock when poetry hits the face.
So, he is kind.
He is looking for every possibility for the existence of Poetry Magazine. He is always on the plane, on the train and on the road-looking for every opportunity to keep a publication alive, which means more poets will appear. Therefore, he took insomnia and his publications with him. He tried again and again to make a few entrepreneurs understand his ideal of running a poetry magazine in China. To this end, he kept searching for words with the poet's tongue tip, and at the same time he experienced the unbearable lightness or heaviness in life with the poet's tongue tip.
Alcohol remained in his system. In this world, he keeps drinking the wine in the cup, showing the poet's eyes for three wishes: first, alcohol can anesthetize his nerves, and he can sleep for a while with the help of alcohol, but after a while, his body will bear greater division; Second, there is very little wine in every bosom friend's cup. When he faces his intimate friends, he will open his heart. The wine in the cup made him slightly drunk and intoxicated like a stream. Thirdly, drinking can make him further contact with reality and ideals, for example, anxiety during the long midnight insomnia and afternoon time. Each of us is using various lifestyles, trying to pass the time like running water. Wang Mingyun is not a hero, he is just a poet and editor-in-chief of a literary publication. In addition to being obsessed with the creation of poetry, he is also involuntarily fascinated by the fate of a lonely poetry publication, which makes him constantly train his patience.
In the eyes of the poet, in the dense forest at the foot of Gaoligong Mountain in Yunnan where we met, the water is flowing gently and the white clouds are fluttering in the distance. But at this moment, I see the poet's eyes, still awake all night, full of kindness and gentleness in past lives, this life and the next life. With them, the poet will actively fight against his body and reality for a long time.