17 years old, when I was immersed in papers and vulgar pop songs, he was already an anarchist, threatening to kill God, give up college, drink and take drugs, join the Paris Commune, and love rebellion and struggle.
Two years later, at the age of 19, he published two collections of poems, A Season in Hell and Color Atlas, and became a famous French poet, a representative of symbolism poetry and the originator of surrealism poetry.
Then he retired from the literary world and worked as a supervisor, coffee exporter, photojournalist, explorer, translator and arms dealer. The remaining 17 years, and then died of fatigue and tumor.
At the age of 39.
It was he who turned his life into a magnificent epic.
Before reading the complete works, I saw his comments in Ding's article: One day, someone threw me a complete works, and from then on, I knew that I could never be a poet in my life. Because we can't reach Rambo, let alone surpass it. )
Similarly, after reading Truman Capote's novels, Haruki Murakami kept the idea of writing to himself. Of course, many years later, he picked up a pen and wrote "Listening to the Wind".
Good writers give people a sense of despair-do I have to write with them?
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The Complete Works of Rambo is divided into six parts: poetry, a season in hell, color pictures, diary novels, incomplete volumes and letters.
Reading Rambo's poems may be due to the translation or the original appearance of these poems, which always leads to HTC's narrative and outdated adjectives, such as flowers, earth, freedom, world, icons, bright, white, naive and so on. Few poems can move me. Occasionally, I will get a treasure when I meet "your little face freezes me" or "my inn is a big bear star", but I still have some shortcomings. I thought that's all there was to Adin's aesthetics.
However, when I opened the first chapter of A Season of Hell, I knew I was wrong. If I had seen A Season in Hell from 15 to 18, maybe I wouldn't have started writing poetry. I am ashamed of those childish and vulgar things.
Rambo wrote:
/kloc-at the age of 0/9, are you also confused about where to go and why? Thinking about going deep into this world, exploring, searching, pursuing and inquiring, I am easily tired, bored and rejected. I always feel that there are chains and walls everywhere, so I am trapped in my own spirit and paralysis, I don't know life and death, and I can't see the future. But after all, to be strong, this powerful border is terrible. If we are fearless, people are no different from zombies.
Rambo's poems are also suitable for the world where chicken soup is popular now.
I like this sentence. Syntactically, it is unusual to be covered with "wounds" and use them as a metaphor for flowers. Rambo's pen is unique, and the wound should be covered with "patterns". The pattern reminds me of tattoos. I use needles and ink to invade my skin, and my attitude is more determined. If he says that he is full of flowers for himself, then this sentence has no artistic conception, just a thorn, corresponding to a wound, and blooming corresponds to a pattern, giving birth to infinite pain and infinite beauty.
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The season of hell, for me, is the most surprising and shameful thing. Surprisingly, this 19-year-old genius, in his quotations of dialogue with God and the sky, flashed deep thoughts and nonsense standing on the temple and rooted in the soil. It is a shame that the same 19-year-old self, except for three-foot books and ten-meter textbooks, Rambo could not "unload all the burdens" and "clearly realize his vast innocence"
In other poetry collections, diaries and letters, we can also see Rambo's gentle side, such as two sentences in Color Picture Collection:
Unfortunately, after 19, he gave up literary creation, but it was also his arrogance, because he felt that he had written everything he wanted to say. The rest is life, mud, flowers, vagrancy and war.
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I have to mention the "letter" part. Rambo mentioned the definition and significance of a poet.
In his view, poets should be psychics. They must go through a long-term, extensive and conscious deviation of all kinds of feelings, all kinds of love, pain and madness, before a poet can become a psychic. He searched for himself and drank all the poison to preserve his essence.
Poets are real thieves of fire.
The story of the fire thief is well known, that is, Prometheus was nailed to a cliff to bring fire to mankind, exposed to the sun and the wind, thunder and lightning, and the eagle swallowed his heart and lungs, but he was willing to accept all this. A truly great poet is not such a prophet who dances in the gap between body and soul.
Rambo spent half his life wandering around, traveling privately with guns and guns. He was so poor that he could quench his thirst by eating air and talking with stones, and his knees were swollen that he had to amputate. He has been wandering all his life, wandering all his life. He said he died of fatigue. He said that his life was boring and he didn't get any benefits.
Awakening in the universal spirit of his contemporaries, he defined many unknowns and the boundaries and possibilities of poetry. His name is Rambo. He officially entered the literary world from the age of 17 to the age of 19, leaving several works and then quickly retiring.
He turned his life into a poem.