I never believe in media hype. But this time, because of the media hype, I almost missed a poet who can be called a poet.
Moonlight on the Left Hand contains many poems by Yu Xiuhua. After reading it, we can see her life, her love and hate, and her hard soul. Cerebral palsy, countryside, woman? Although she has been labeled with various labels, I personally can feel a touching power from her poems.
I don't know much about poetry, but I think a poem that can move people must be not bad. I am still clumsily obsessed with those touching sentences, and those understated sentences take me away from my daily troubles and anxieties for a while.
It can be seen that her poetry style is full of blood, wildness, primitive and crazy power. Liu Nian was right: "Her poems, put in the poems of China poetesss, are as striking as putting a murderer in a group of beautiful women-everyone else is dressed neatly, painted with powder and sprayed with perfume, in black and white, and can't smell any sweat. Only she is smoky, covered in mud and sand, and there are obvious blood stains between her words. "
Fortunately, Yu Xiuhua consciously. She said in her self-report "Amazing World": "I am grateful that poetry can come to my life, present me and hide me. Even if I am polluted by this society and there is no clean place, I will return to poetry and I will be clean again. Poetry has been cleaning me and sympathizing with me. "
This is not an affectation, but a straightforward expression of chest block. Because "what is poetry? I don't know, and I can't tell. It's just that emotions are jumping or sinking. Only when the mind calls, it comes naked. It's just that when a person walks unsteadily in a shaky world, it acts as a crutch. "
However, it seems an exaggeration to say that Yu Xiuhua is a talented poet. She has been reading and writing consciously. It is understood that in the circle of friends, she read resumes including paul celan, Frost, Trondstrom, Haizi, Gu Cheng and Han Shaogong.
There is a sentence in Sleeping with You Through Half of China, which is obviously inspired by dylan thomas's The Power of Stimulating Flowers through Green Fuses. Moreover, Yu Xiuhua confessed that he "doesn't care about the big problems of mankind" and wrote "Next spring, not far away/next spring, I will meet my sister who has no relatives". It is hard to say that there is no shadow of Haizi's diary.
Some people say that Yu Xiuhua is Dickinson of China, which is probably a misunderstanding. Where can I find Sandy's serenity and mystery? She has plenty of struggle after suffering, exhaustion after struggle, calmness after exhaustion, and then struggle, fantasy, disappointment and waiting. But this kind of thing is very real, like a knife stabbing the soul, and the pain is more than beauty.
Sleeping with you halfway across China, goodbye, 20 14 and I love you are her most famous poems at present, both of which refer to "spring":
Of course, I will be led astray by some butterflies/take some praise as spring,
"Tell you a scary barnyard grass/spring"
I quite agree with a sentence in Zhihu: Yu Xiuhua's poems are like barnyard grass that occasionally appears in the land of poetry, and we are like butterflies chasing waves and picking up powder, forcing her too many illusory spring. Fear in the natural spring may be a barnyard grass's long-cherished wish.
Do you like this poet? Which of her songs do you like?