-I wrote a story about a broken finger-
I wrote a broken finger.
I wrote that they were wrapped in bloody gauze.
Like a premature or premature baby.
Located in the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta ...
These maternity beds
Wrote down their pain and numbness
Compared with fine grass, they are slightly stout.
But they are more fragile than weeds.
Grass can grow again after cutting.
If they break, they can never be welded.
Like scrap iron cut again and again.
I wrote about the broken fingers and their wandering outside the arbitration hall.
Hug each other and cry into a ball
I wrote about their desperate waiting and hellish despair.
I wrote it, too, in the mediation book.
It's all cheap sausages one after another.
The broken fingers I wrote, if linked together, are an endless road.
But many, many fingers are still unwilling to go up.
They often appear in my dreams.
Suddenly stood up, like one orphan after another.
They stood in uniform, as if they were a growing team.
Crushing the night
Poets like Tang are more like the traditional "wandering intellectuals" in China. They left their homeland, shuttled between cities to make a living, pursued the lower class and fell in the vicissitudes of the world and rivers and lakes. Different from ordinary vagrants, they have a conscious sense of writing; Different from traditional literati or modern intellectuals, they often make a living in occupations that the latter despise or do not do, and have tenacious vitality. In their writing, they don't pay much attention to grand and abstract propositions, and the words are not so elegant and gentle. However, with a special perspective and complicated life experiences, they have become "storytellers" that Benjamin asserts are extinct, and they can create a vulgar beauty that runs through their writing and life under the best circumstances.
For example, In front of Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb on October 8th written by Tang, we can easily compare with In front of Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb. Pan Wei is a typical Jiangnan poet. He has a sense of culture as soon as he puts pen to paper, and this sense of culture is always emotional. Everything in the old days was romantic, just like a player on the stage, so beautiful and caring, but he was handed down from generation to generation by a script director and could not get rid of the stereotype. Although Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb is written with bright colors and beautiful scenery, it is just a copy of the first stereotype of China literature in ancient and modern times. In the words of the poem, it is "to marry the romantic jade into spring, summer, autumn and winter". However, Tang started from his own embarrassing life situation, and mentioned the famous prostitutes in the former dynasty side by side with the young ladies in this dynasty, and compared the wealthy businessmen who consumed them with themselves, thus breaking through the mode of chanting poems by famous prostitutes in the former dynasty with the reality of anti-aesthetic effect. For example, in front of Su Xiaoxiao's tomb, Pan Wei said, "When I am over forty, I will give up my responsibility and/or explain to the United States"; Tang convinced himself to take a photo in the vernacular, "What are you afraid of! Just took a picture with a dead man. "
Compared with the tomb of Su Xiaoxiao on 10-8, I wrote a broken finger, which was completed in parallel, not a masterpiece. It seems a bit disappointing to be released during the Spring Festival. But when we bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year, our blessing to the world is nothing more than peace-the safety of the homeless makes the world safe.
On the first day of the first month of the second year, Qin Xiaoyu was born in Baiwang Mountain.
The story behind a poem: Don
Ten years ago, I worked in the women's shoe department of a shoe factory in Wenzhou. The specific work is to fix the shoe bag on the shoe last with a nail gun. This seems simple, but the actual operation is very difficult. Because the head of the shoe last is very thin, only the size of a chopstick's head, and there is butter on the shoe last and the shoe bag, the head of the nail gun will slip as soon as it leans up, so this job is dangerous to some extent, and if you are not careful, you will shoot nails into your own hands. But in order to make a living, I have to bite the bullet and go on.
I am very careful and worried every day, for fear that the nail will get stuck in my own hands. It can be said that I spent the days of nail gun in fear. Although I am very careful, high-intensity assembly line operation and long-term overtime often make me feel very tired and sleepy. Many times, when I dozed off, the nail in the nail gun went into the back of my hand. The terrible pain made me sleepy, so I quickly asked the workers to find a way to pull it out, put on a band-aid and continue to work. If there is too much bleeding, the management allows you to rest for half a day at most. As for the medical expenses, they are all paid by themselves, and there is no precedent for reimbursement in the factory. At that time, I thought, fortunately, the nails in the nail gun are ordinary staples. But then one time, the gun slipped and touched the index finger of my left hand, and the nail plunged into my finger. It went through the skin and was firmly nailed to the phalanx, and the workers couldn't help me pull it out. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor pulled it out with tweezers for a long time, and the blood came out at once, and the index finger was swollen like a thumb. That time, I only had a rest for three days, because the workshop director said that one radish and one pit on the assembly line were not enough, so I had to leave, or I had to recruit someone else. I can't help it I have to go to work with an injury. Of course, I still can't reimburse my medical expenses because the factory says that my homework is illegal. Who made me doze off at work? Although angry at that time, but also helpless. Spending hundreds of dollars to complain or arbitrate in relevant departments will not only cost me my job, but also cost me a lot of time. Even if I get that little compensation, I get nothing ... until now, I still have a striking scar on my index finger.
But this is far from the reason why I wrote the words "I broke my finger". During that time, a worker who cut the bed was crushed in his hand. Although the factory paid for the treatment, he was disabled and could not take things. He found many departments and compensated 5000 yuan through mediation. During that time, I learned to surf the Internet and saw a lot of news about finger amputation on the Internet, such as "a family of eight fingers", "a dispute over finger amputation of a migrant worker in Hainan", "there is no way to claim compensation for finger amputation in factory practice", "workers claim for finger amputation, and the factory claims 80,000 yuan in reverse" ... These endless news made me feel suffocated. Especially in 2005, Professor Xie Zexian from the Department of Social Work of Guangzhou Business School found that 30,000 people in the Pearl River Delta lost their fingers every year. I can't help thinking about the Yangtze River Delta and China as a whole. How many fingers are broken every year?
But I think more about those fingers that haven't been broken.
So, I wrote "I wrote a broken finger".