Because of this collection of poems, I went to see the biographical film Total Food of the Heart, which tells the life of the French poet Rambo, and translated it into Total Food of Love.
To tell the truth, I have no desire to see such a beautiful and tacky movie title. However, the actor who played Rambo was Leonardo, who was only 265,438+0 years old. Needless to say, Xiao is really well interpreted, portraying the essence of this genius as a wild plant in the tropical rain forest, with a crazy but gentle life.
Jean Nicolas arthur rimbaud, born in charleville, France from 65438 to 0854, is one of the representative poets of French symbolism. The representative of early symbolism poetry and the founder of surrealism poetry. However, Rambo himself does not appreciate all the titles the world has given him.
Rambo's life, like his works, is full of pain and depression. His writing is sensitive and painful, gorgeous and mysterious, with a strong decadent texture. The media he describes is full of fantasy, between symbolism and surrealism, with too many metaphors and advancements.
Rambo himself is also a rare talented and beautiful boy in the world. His whole body is shrouded in pure halo, and his unfathomable eyes seem to be full of an ocean, while his blue eyes hide the secrets of the sea.
When Wei Erlun first saw him, he was still a child, as if he didn't know anything. He is like an elf, high-spirited, pure and free.
Bob Dylan sang in his song "You going to Me lonely When You Go": "The world is so broken, just like Wei Erlun and Rambo". This is just a pertinent evaluation, just like Rambo's life.
187 1 September, 17-year-old Rambo gave his "drunken boat" to Wei Erlun, a newly married 26-year-old, who was quickly appreciated and responded by Wei Erlun. He went to Paris with a letter from Wei Erlun.
In the following days, they gradually became inseparable, talked about everything, pursued creative inspiration, spurned secular poets, raised their glasses and wept bitterly for the failure of the Paris Commune, and they became bosom friends.
When I walked down the heartless river,
I feel that the tracker no longer controls my route.
The noisy red man arrested them,
Take it off as a target and nail it to the colorful pile.
I don't care about the fate of these sailors,
I only deliver Flemish wheat and English cotton.
When the tracker's cries and noises disappear,
The river let me drift at will, without attachments.
I ran all winter, ignoring the surging tide.
Bolder than a casual child.
I am running! Even those floating islands
I have never met such a violent impact.
The storm blessed me to wake up at sea,
I dance lighter than a cork,
On the waves-the eternal rocking bed of the dead
For ten nights in a row, I won't miss those silly eyes at the traffic lights.
Green water seeped into my Chinese fir shell,
Sweeter than a child's greedy sour apple,
Wash off blue wine stains and vomit stains,
Wash my anchor and my rudder.
Since then, I have been immersed in the poetry of the sea.
The sea is full of stars, like milk;
Swallow the blue horizon, sometimes, pale but comfortable,
A brooding corpse floated by,
This piece of blue and absurd, and the fire in the daytime.
Reflect the slow rhythm and dye it in an instant.
The mildew of orange-red love is fermenting and bitter.
Stronger than alcohol, wider than the harp.
I am familiar with the sky cracked by lightning.
Wild waves, rapids, tornadoes; I am familiar with dusk.
Dawn is as exciting as a flock of pigeons.
I have seen wonders that people can only imagine!
I've seen sunsets, blackened by mysterious fears,
Shining with a long purple light,
According to the trembling of the rolling waves in the distance,
Like a chorus in an ancient drama!
I dreamed of a green night, in the dazzling snow.
A kiss slowly rose to the eyes of the sea,
Unprecedented circulation of sap,
The yellow and blue awakening of phosphorescent singers!
I've been chasing long waves for months,
It hit a rock, like a crazy cowshed,
How can you imagine Maria's bright feet?
Can tame the face of this ocean of asthma!
I ran into the incredible Florida,
Leopard is covered with human skin, and its eyes are mixed with exotic flowers and herbs.
The rainbow stretched tight there, like a reins.
Wearing sea blue horses under sea level!
I've seen fermented swamps, fish baskets,
A rotting beast sleeps among reeds;
On the calm sea, the water suddenly poured down.
A distant scene fell into the whirlpool!
I have seen glaciers, a silver sun and a coal sky.
The pearl wave and the grounding of brown seabed are sinister and unpredictable.
The twisted bark there smells black,
A giant snake bitten by a bedbug fell from the tree!
I really want to show the swordfish in the blue sea to the children.
Those goldfish, singing fish;
The foam of flowers blesses me to drift without anchor,
The indescribable breeze gave me wings.
Victims of the tired ocean and the world? ,
I often gently shake me to sleep with its sobs,
It held up a bunch of black flowers to me, revealing a yellow hole.
I knelt down like a woman and stood still.
Like a floating island, full of golden eyes,
I rocked the folding boat with bird droppings and noisy boats.
I sailed, from the cable in the water,
Floating corpses often drift backwards to take a nap!
I am a lost ship, entangled in the blue silk thread of the sea,
Or is it too empty for birds to be blown by the wind?
Whether it's an armored ship or a Hanseatic League sailboat,
Don't try to catch my drunk skull.
I just need to ripple, smoke and let the purple fog navigate.
I drilled through the red sky wall,
Moss with the sun, tears in the sky,
This is a good piece of music for a real poet.
I am running, wearing a new moon of lightning,
Escort my crazy board is a dark hippocampus;
When beating the blue sky with sticks in July,
The hot funnel is hanging in the air!
I was shaking all over, and I could hear it from a hundred miles away.
A hippo in heat, a roaring whirlpool,
I will always spin the calm blue,
I miss the ancient battlements in Europa!
I've seen Star Island! There,
The frantic Tianmen opened to Voyager:
"Do you sleep in this bottomless night?
Ah, a million golden birds? Ah, the vitality of the future? "
But I stopped crying! The morning light is so sad,
The whole sun is bitter and the whole moon is bad.
Bitter love intoxicated me,
Oh, may my keel be broken! May I die in the sea!
If I want to see the water in Europe, I just want to see it? ,
At night, the dark and cold pool on the road,
A sad child crouched by the water,
Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly.
Waves, I have soaked your depression and fatigue,
We can't track the cotton boat anymore,
From then on, I no longer walk under the banner of arrogance.
Or paddle under the terrible eyes of the barge!
●? Rambo's drunken boat
Rambo's heart is a world that we can't reach, which spans thousands of years and covers places where human beings can or can't reach, exist or not exist. Here, the blurred smell is rampant, the skeleton is drunk by the sea, the sun grows on the moss, the hippo in estrus hides in the ancient battlements of Europa, and the puddles on the road can also be filled with moonlight.
In Total Food of the Heart, there is a sharp contrast between Wei Erlun's weakness and Rambo's refusal.
Wei Erlun sponsored Rambo's life, and Rambo inspired Wei Erlun's life. Love can easily ignite people's passion and poetry. Wei Erlun, who has always been conservative, will go crazy and rush into the rain at night, knowing that Rambo has left.
Since then, people and poems have been blown away by the strong wind. They both illuminate each other and almost destroy each other. Just like Faust sold his soul to the devil, although it was expensive, it was full of charm.
189 1 year1kloc-0/month, winter is coming, but spring is far behind. Rambo, who parted ways with Wei Erlun, no longer has enough time to wait for the next spring.
Such Rambo is bitter, ironic and unconstrained. When I met Wei Erlun at the age of 17, I immediately fell into this mood. They depended on each other, cursed each other and hurt each other until Wei Erlun pulled the trigger and shot the bullet into Rambo's right hand, because he could not bear Rambo's departure. This two-year relationship is finally over.
One is in prison and the other is missing. Rambo returned to town and wrote "Season of Hell" alone, dedicated to his former lover. At this point, Rambo's career as a poet ended at the age of 19. This incredible second half of life is full of strong desire to perform, not to go deep into life itself, but to experience life and become everyone.
When Rambo saw Wei Erlun for the last time, he asked the previous question: Do you love my body or my soul? Wei Erlun still gave the same answer: body.
Rambo's gone. He can definitely go. Never look back.
Wei Erlun's twilight is like a total solar eclipse and a total lunar eclipse, and the whole world is plunged into loneliness and gloom.
His memory of Rambo shines like the sun and never goes out. In his poems, this is a scene of Rambo's life's gains and sudden loss.
At the end of the movie, Wei Erlun, who was old and frail, sat alone in the lounge and drank two glasses of absinthe. After a sweet kiss in his palm, it is an eternal heartbreak. Rambo disappeared in Wei Erlun's illusion, just like ice and snow melted in flames.
"It's already autumn.
It's the season of parting again.
Let's go.
I need sunshine.
Sunshine will cure me. "