Yu Nu, a poet, is good at using ambiguity to present his poems. In the article Experience and Presentation: Methodology of Reading and Writing, he emphasized the important role of ambiguity in his poems. The perfect ambiguous presentation makes his poems "self-present" and makes people feel "inexplicable", which makes his poems "inexplicable". Ambiguity seems to give us a key to understand Yu Nu's poems. Jade girl's poems are full of "ambiguous" traps. In my opinion, the more ambiguous poetry is, the more ambiguous poetry is, and it is completely open. But what we need to consider is how a poet can create an "ambiguity trap" while satisfying his self-expression in the writing process. I think one of the most obvious style features of Yu Nv's poems is: avoiding the important and neglecting the important. In his poems, we can easily find a self-statement as an expressor: "It happened, but it disappeared without a trace; "It has happened/countless times, but every time it is just as a comfort to what happened." (Yu Nv's poem No Trace) Can we regard this passage without any image as the author's inner monologue? Repeatedly emphasize "happened", but repeatedly avoid: first, omit the subject that happened; Second, what happened was missing. This tongue twister statement makes the language fall into a deadlock, a deadlock of understanding, and the formal tongue twister cuts off the connection between this passage and the author himself. It turns to everyone who recites silently and becomes the reader's experience appeal. But if there is no joy and happiness expressed, will the poet still write? However, excessive obsession with the pleasure of expression will make poetic language fall into rigid subjective expression and statement, which will be: "like marble, moving on another marble." This is sad. "(Yu Nu's poem" Without a Trace ") and Yu Nu can leave all his" occurrences "in the poem without a trace.
The following is a poem by a jade slave that I found for you:
pastor
I wander around, wandering above the spirit
Experience stones and flowers. one thing
With one thing, one hand
On the other hand, they are also the purpose of my communication.
I have a glib tongue.
Drilling is the center of events and events.
I am as diffuse as air, irresistible.
Gathered clouds
Absent-minded
It's pervasive. With dry food and water.
A cool flame
I was quietly pulled away by them in the rich lobbying.
Fascinated, close to my pious cheek.
Have a heretical mouth
Wily, these coats are just what I want.
Peel them off.
Or just shut down by them.
night watchman
The clock struck twelve.
I caught a fly in a mosquito net.
I don't need my hands.
This process is very simple.
I use understanding and cursing
I said: fly, I said: blood.
I said, I'll cancel you at twelve thirty.
Then I'm like a drop of medicine
fall asleep
The clock strikes thirteen when
The hum of flies, a pair of big earrings.
Still ringing in my ears
A page of life
Face to face speculation,
Can't see each other.
In the middle is the table.
A glass of beer.
Blow off the foam on it.
She drank water with her clothes on,
The voice changed.
Blood in water: suck,
Door: Cut.
She's organic,
He is a hand.
The magnet touched her.
Spiders touch the landscape.
Dead letter/blind letter
The post office is closed.
The chain is broken.
The door of celibacy,
A sleeper bike.
The flashlight glows,
Her side.
Back home,
The goldfish glared at me.
Half the bodies were sent,
Half of the body takes medicine and sleeps.
environment
The fly is in the box,
The hum on the tape.
A watch with a bandage,
Tick on the ice.
There are a pair of rotten pears in the drawer.
The sound of wood breathing.
Died under an alias,
I can't find the body.
Cover all these.
girlfriend
A drop of eye drops flowed from the tap.
my friend
Come all the way to see me.
I broke out in a sweat while guessing.
Get your hands off the wall.
In order to avoid what happened to her
I tied my body in a fast knot.
I stuffed my head into my hat.
I shaved with a razor this summer.
The snake's whisper is tortuous.
The door opened.
(a plastic face)
A plastic face, immersed in the morning light.
In female lubricating oil
The plot of a play
What are you doing?
I'm guarding the madhouse.
What are you doing?
I'm guarding the madhouse.
What are you doing?
I'm guarding the madhouse.
I write poems, pull weeds and burn corpses.
Count the stars, make up, shed tears.
depressed
Bend slowly in still life
In still life
Bend slowly
exist
Still life plum
Slowly, bend: the flame in the soup
Cat's paw in the dead of winter
Bow in the body.
It broke with a click
A bottle filled with water.
The bottle is tied with a rope,
The sound can't come out.
Insects in the senses are spinning around.
A hook is growing.
The curve of being eaten.
Original fish.
Every word is true.
He sat in the concept,
Open your mouth and tie a knot.
Single corner
The first floor is empty. Form of residence
Blacksmith and dust
Sing the song of dust
There is no sound of water flowing out.
He is breathing.
Empty and crowded
cause and effect
Between two days and two nights
On the photosensitive foil outside the window
She woke up.
I became numb the next day or so.
It was so quiet that the tip of the needle flashed.
senile
A house is famous for its depression, time
During the entry, a turbine was lost.
At the window, a transparent object covered a woman.
This is a fact. In the background of spider plants
Its depression is filled with water.
Marble tightens inward, like hunger.
Smooth abdomen
It was already noon when she came, and her figure was out of shape.
She is holding a mirror.
Look at each other with their own depression.
sky
Bats flew all day, leaving only bones.
I've been wet all my life, and only the last day is left.
There is cake in the room.
In a room with only one piece of cake.
She is cutting the cake.
Cut the cake and there will be less.
Her hands are long and thin.
Cut it, and she'll just take a look.
Her hand
The cake is big and full.
The whole room
If you cut it, it will be smaller.
From morning till night, the house
More and more small
Her hands are long and thin.
This doesn't look like her hand.
the time to live and time to die
The first light music. Singing alone. Walk quietly
The sound of running water, the sound of "alas"
Half-open lips. A cat in pajamas
Walk around. And then on the loudspeaker
Silk, announcer's saliva, black and purple
Cold colors and cold noodles. Sidili
Bury your ears and bones under your clothes.
I have lost so much weight.
I dare not open my eyes: talcum powder and the past days
The feeling of a stick floating. My father took me there.
Locked in the house
Father, please give me a minute.
The radio said: you are a peach tree, but you don't bear peaches.
Two kinds of life
The house I live in is conceptualized, a face.
Hanging on a bone
There are two zombies in the book.
The wired world of spirit. People who have lived.
Life and death are unknown, and the light left behind is personified.
One minute and one second. a little bit
Huge light bulbs hung in fear.
A slow event in light, a change.
1,2,3,4
The randomness is 7, 4, 5; The regularity is 1, 1.
1 forever. Bird droppings between two kinds of life
One day in February, he saw Borges' garden.
Snail trace or love history
He thought that he was getting weaker and weaker in this big room.
The isolated part of one thing, the unknown, is
Melting, he knows and distinguishes.
A flowing face, mildew spots in adolescence.
He distinguishes between two kinds of clothes: those worn during the day and those worn during the day.
Wear it at night
Simplify a person: death, change a hand.
It's not a good idea to express it with your whole body.
Because the alarm clock, that is, the alarm clock, constitutes the clock and sound.
He's in the big room, talking in a curve, which sounds like
It's laborious. Listen: If there's anything in my life,
Climb into a snail; If she
A lock, a conversation.
Eyes buried in the fog, staring out of the window, staring at a lock.
Until the lock clicks, a question about the body.
Be solved, the old code is discarded.
And the new one has not yet appeared. He opened the door and closed it again.
Unload it all. Him and him: loneliness divided by 2
Door frame; Window frame; quiet
In the fog, the stylus was idling and he turned around.
He pointedly pointed out in many languages. A locked window
For several hours, he restricted the dusk.
environment
The fly is in the box,
The hum on the tape.
A watch with a bandage,
Tick on the ice.
There is a rotten pear in the drawer.
The sound of wood breathing.
Died under an alias,
I can't find the body.
Cover all these.
see with one's own eyes
The air in the morning is exhausted, and marijuana brings unhappiness.
Let him and her replace each other. In the distance, a teenager is playing with a ball.
It's gone. His hat floats on the river. Looks like soft tissue.
Cut off the seaweed. Nobody asked. That was' 76.
I live alone in the garden, only 10 years old, at night.
I'm scared (have you ever heard of flowers that bloom at night?
Sound? ), at the same time, I saw
A fish, swimming around in formalin.
At that moment, I had a bottle-like premonition: he and her
Eyes and torso, mechanical devices for two blind people.
Will be torn in the garden, the anguish of plants
It's all like this, I know, but I can't say it.
Until a flower appears, or a woman who sells blood for a living.
Hide in the blood, hide there, and never appear.
Twenty years later, I was talking in the rain.
Describe the 1 1 month of that year, with mixed colors.
Say, say in the shadow of the telescope. In the dazzling moonlight
He stood for twenty years, and she breathed dust.
Her face is still with him.
Locked by a lock, I couldn't see clearly and didn't leave.
A photo, from now on I only trust my senses.
She is a dead bird, a piece of paper.
Residual rationality
Floating in the wind is pure fabrication. Now I'm back
The boy didn't come back, he was in the garden.
I can't find his bones. two people
Ambush in a person's body and not say a word for many years.
What do they want? From this I am sure.
I am an asshole moon, and I see everything in my eyes.
In the grass, on the path full of old tires.
Personal record
When I was born, my eyes were full of dirt and my face was like a bird.
Crying is like compasses, and shadows are like ears.
The moon shines on the tongue of the 23-year-old nurse, who is licking her tongue.
This little nude. The abdominal cavity opened and she moved out.
A pile of licorice and room for one leg, let the doctor go first.
In June, the red ice disappeared and I went back.
In the sense of not growing, one year old in a blink of an eye.
You can only see ants in the light, wearing transparent ones.
Clothes, eating leaves, toothpaste, cotton wool, lead, chrysanthemum.
Two and a half years old, eating butterflies and ashes.
When I ate my first cat at the age of four, I went out to pour bones at night.
Hearing cats meowing, you can learn to read at the age of five.
Corals left as souvenirs are called in the room.
Call out the name of the sea in that area and I'll write it down.
Write the word "sea" for the name of the sea in that area ten times.
Write the word "water" again, and four strokes are missing.
Seven years old, weak, always listening to women peeling beans.
I dare not go home when I hear beans.
So soundproof until ten years old, put a bunch of keys.
Throw it in
He ran away from home at the age of eleven, ran with the wind and was caught by a rope.
Dragging, I saw the wine flowing down the rope, putting the old
Chest close to the ground
At the age of thirteen, he swallowed a child.
Stealing the garden at the age of fifteen, taking the opportunity to kiss.
A little girl gardener, two evils and a layer of green
Invisible enrichment encouraged her.
At the age of eighteen, my girlfriend uses mathematical calculus and chemical methods.
Absorb her and digest her clothes
Twenty years old, dark, sitting in bed counting his heartbeat.
Thirteen times a minute, one minute.
3 10, sometimes jump for five minutes instead of seven minutes.
I think the clock has the same language barrier.
Cruel and cruel, at the age of 22, I carved a line on my teeth:
"Bite my old mute"
One day at the age of 24, he was stung by a bee and sent to prison.
This winter, I accidentally broke a vase and was fined.
Repair in your dreams until you escape.
Meet the biggest epiphyllum of the year
At the age of 27, the door was pushed open by the janitor and a message came.
Flapping his wings, he flew away and came back.
A feather, a green vine and an old woman.
I was forced to 30 this year, I saw it.
The first cat and the last cat overlap. They are chasing each other.
Their tails are spinning, and the latter serves the former.
Intentional repetition (or basic repetition)
Revenge? ), I think of my father and my children.
Last year and this year
After this year, it will snow before my eyes, and I will quietly.
Take your body off this world.
Hiding
On the day I woke up, there were still a few leaves on the tree.
There is still some water in the cup and two tadpoles under the lamp.
Swimming was frozen, crawling silently, and the ice was carried to the bed.
The rest is pitiful, a box of strings.
Password, in a word, half a pear
There is one friend left, invisible to the naked eye, using a mirror.
Looking at it, it is 5 mm long, tapering and crawling.
This is a person's daydream about softness, sophistry and seclusion.
Spears and shields, shotgun and gong
His ambiguity, sometimes absent, is more or less with him.
Plant features, lost hands, eyes
It turns green in life, and his blood flows in my three meals a day.
Vegetables, meat and hatred
The horns in the meat whistle at home and say nothing to the outside world.
When I was alone, I received a parcel and opened it.
There is an ear in it, flapping and trying to talk. This is him.
A provocation to sound. I watched.
Mercury is shaking in his body, as well as his residual juice.
Sprinkle it on me.
One moment is wind, the other is laxative, and the other is iron.
He is the body double of my subjective body, becoming increasingly stiff.
Orphans, in increasingly invisible rooms.
There is only one bell left. It didn't ring and a pin fell to the ground.
No one noticed, and no one picked it up and put it away.
Put it back in its original shape.
Put it back in time. A bone, a broken bone.
Pick it up. He is still alive, in the white factory.
From a barren place, the grassland woke up from a dream.
Turn counterclockwise and fear resounds through the empty bottle.
stomachache
There is still a virgin left, which is unnatural.
Turn the volume up to the maximum, and no one will stop it.
When she was lying on her back, a vertical line shook in the air.
The sense of smell of silk. Two. Three. A pile. suddenly
In the bright clue, she is a dead silkworm, and she slowly
The woven cloth flows on the water at night.
Until summer, a blender
Shoot her. She became the incarnation of half a pear.
Quiet hawthorn, injured chocolate
It is the seed in the room and pool.
In summer, she wears three skirts and a big skirt.
Inside is a little skirt, and inside.
It's smaller, smaller and narrower.
Active resistance sometimes works.
She draws water every day, and her feet can't get in.
Only the desire to lose weight is in the alley, clamoring for juice.
She trysts with him with a dry battery.
Run out of oranges and slide down the ladder.
When making love, she suddenly lit up and mice ran all over the world.
There is still a bone left, and the house groans.
You can hear it from seven kilometers away.
See a shadow and walk side by side with another shadow.
Go straight into the deep water from the stop sign until there is no top.
And the death of two people is ten years apart. When he died,
Nine years old, and the other one just turned full moon.
In order to meet each other, he buried a clock and a paper boat in the cemetery.
Earthworms spin silk in the soil, and tungsten deposits are high.
When he came back covered in blood, he saw it in the study.
When a tree grows up, a picture becomes white.
Three minutes left, and two minutes of courage.
Go feed five pigeons.
One minute left, let them fly all the way and hatch all the way.
Poison in a minute. Open your mouth and eat now.
Mash mashed potatoes, open the window and open the sauce.
Snowman and pigeon in the field use a pair of wings.
They are gone, and their wings can't rest.
I was left alone, talking to myself in the box.
Thirty years old, not yet born.
A bird egg. Silt in fossils
Bird droppings That man, young and long, was killed by his father.
The organ was removed and the wound was quietly sutured.
No scars.
Liver disease Peach blossoms are wrapped in bandages and slowly bloom.
It is getting smaller and smaller. The first bird in the world.
It was not until I came here that the bird's tail was exposed.