Our blood, our music, our country-all these will continue in the gentle existence of new nature and soul nature. In this kingdom without human spirit, every tree will be a goddess, and every phenomenon will talk about its own deformation.
Don't say that. Why? When the sun is full of longing for return, who can stop it when it rushes to its home in short harness? Isn't it better to give it an ode than to beg for alms?
He doesn't know anything,
Cowardly and timid like a child,
Is a stranger to him,
Wild animals and fish caught in nets ...
Thank you, stranger, for your touching care and gentle protection of the old world. The old world "is no longer this world", and it has completely devoted itself to the desire and preparation for the upcoming deformation:
The thought of the saddest night,
That night in the city was my last night.
When I remember being separated from all roads,
Even at this time, tears will still flow out of your eyes.
Yes, the old world is "not this world", but it is more dynamic than ever. Culture has become a military camp: what we have is not rice but pot rice, not room but room, not clothes but cover. We finally won the inner freedom, the real inner joy. We drink the water in the clay pot like wine. We prefer the sunshine, apples, bread and potatoes in the monastery canteen to those in the hotel. From now on, we should not only relieve the hunger of the body, but also relieve the hunger of the spirit. What people don't know now is only physical hunger, only spiritual food. For them, words are the body, and ordinary bread is happiness and secret.
Nowadays people are divided into friends and enemies of words, and all other divisions are eclipsed by this division. Real lambs and rams. I almost feel the smell of dirty sheep from the enemies of the world. The argument put forward by the latter in all serious differences is entirely appropriate here: my opponent gives off an unpleasant smell.
As the French Revolution understood, the secularization of the state system did not stop because of the separation of church and state. The turning point of society has brought about a deeper secularization.
The new type of organic relationship between country and culture is similar to the relationship between prince and monastery in each fief. It is obvious that the princes support the monastery to hold consultations. The ambiguous attitude of the country towards cultural treasures makes it completely dependent on culture. Cultural treasures decorate the political system of this country, giving it color and form, and even giving it gender if necessary. Inscriptions on national buildings, tombs and gatehouses can protect the country from time.
Poetry is a plow, which can plow time and make the deep layer of time and the black soil of time face upwards. But there are also human beings who are not satisfied with the present years and miss the past, like a farmer who longs for the virgin land of time. The artistic revolution will inevitably lead to classicism. Not because David took the harvest from robespierre, but because the land has such a desire.
It is often said that this is good, but that was yesterday. And I want to say: I was not born yesterday. Yesterday didn't really happen. I hope Ovid, Pushkin and Catullus will appear again, but Ovid, Pushkin and Catullus in history can't satisfy me.
Surprisingly, all people are really entangled with poets and cannot be separated. It's like reading it. In today's words, overcome. Not at all. Catullus's silver horn "We long for the bright city of Asia" can torture and disturb people more than any futuristic riddle. This sentence is not said in Russian. But this sentence should be said in Russian. I quote a Latin poem, because it will obviously be understood by Russian readers as a necessary category: imperative mood is more prominent in it. But this is also the characteristic of all poems, because poetry is classical. Poetry should be understood as what it should be, not what it already is.
Therefore, there has never been a poet. We got rid of the burden of memory. But there are so many happy premonitions: Pushkin, Ovid, Homer. A lover came across some gentle names in silence, and suddenly remembered that all this had happened: words, hair, rooster. The cock is chirping outside the window. This is already Ovid's poem, and a repetitive happiness occupies it, a dizzy happiness:
Like drinking dark water, I drink mixed air.
Time is plowed out by plowshares, and roses become land.
Therefore, poets are no longer afraid of repetition and are easily intoxicated by classical wine.
What is true for a poet is also true for all poets. There is no need to create any genre. There is no need to invent your own poetics.
There is a heroic era in the life of Ci. Words are meat and bread. Words share the fate of bread and body: suffering. People are hungry. This country is even hungrier. But one thing is getting hungrier and hungrier: time. Time wants to devour this country. Jerchavin's threat carved on the stone tablet is as loud as a horn. Who can pick up this word and show it to time? Nothing is more hungry than the Byzantine country in leontief: it is more terrible than a hungry person. Pity the culture of negative words-this is the social road and achievement of a contemporary poet.
People who should listen have time in their hearts,
It's like your ship is heading for the abyss. ...
Don't ask for too much material, concrete, material from poetry. This is also a revolutionary desire. A suspicion of supervising horses. Why do you have to touch it with your fingers? The most important thing is, why confuse words with things and confuse words with the objects they refer to?
Is something the owner of this word? Words are the soul. Movable type does not refer to an object, but is free to choose one meaning or another. Objects and lovely bodies are just like choosing a residence. Words wander freely around things, just as the soul revolves around an abandoned but not forgotten body.
Everything about things can also be expressed by images in another way:
Grab a beautiful word and strangle it!
If you can write, if you can write, you can write poetry without image. When a blind man touches his dear face with his visible fingers, he immediately recognizes that face, so tears of joy, tears of real joy because of knowing each other, will drop from his eyes after a long separation. A poem lives by its internal image and the formal module of the sound that appears before the written poem. Not a word, a poem is already ringing. This is the inner image ringing, and this is the poet's hearing touching it.
Only the moment of acquaintance makes us feel sweet.
There seems to be a silence phenomenon similar to Christian prayer now. In the sacred fanaticism, the poet is speaking in the languages of all times and cultures. Nothing is impossible. Just as the house of the deceased is open to everyone, the door of the old world is completely open to the public. Suddenly, everything became public property. Walk over and you can pick it up. All mazes, all secrets, all restricted areas, all places can pass through. Ci changed from seven pillars to a thousand pillars flute, full of aura of all centuries. The most beautiful thing about silence is that the speaker doesn't understand the language he speaks. He speaks a language he doesn't understand at all. Everyone thought he was speaking Greek or Chaldea. There is something completely opposite to erudition. Today's poetry, though intricate and elaborate, is still innocent:
Please listen to this simple song …
I think the contemporary comprehensive poet is not Weiland, but Weiland of a certain culture. For him, all the complexity of the old world is Pushkin's flute. Thoughts, scientific systems and national theories sang in him, just as nightingales and roses sang in his predecessors' bodies. Who said that the cause of the revolution was hunger in interstellar space? Wheat should be planted in space.
(translated by Liu)
Precautions:
The original text is Latin, recorded from the third elegy of Ovid, volume 1.
The original text is Latin, taken from a poem by Catullus.
Jerchavin (1743 ——1816): Russian poet and representative of Russian classicism.
Russian Slavic theorist leontief (1831-1891) advocated that Russia should be close to the East and practice the so-called Byzantism.
Duma (about 760-823): Leader of the Byzantine Uprising in about 820 AD.
Originally in French, it was recorded from Wei Erlan's Poetry Art.
Originally in French.
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When keywords such as Petersburg, music, time, words and culture appear in Mandelshtam's articles, we will not be surprised at all. If you know him, you will understand. As the city with the highest degree of cultural integration in Russia, Petersburg has condensed all stages of its history, retaining not only the memory of Pushkin's golden age, but also the influence of world culture. As the "inheritor of world culture", Mandelshtam declared that the happy grass squeezed out from the cracks in the street brick is the yardstick to measure modernization, so Petersburg can be described as the most advanced city in the world. Although the bricks and stones in the city are hard, the breath of the new era can emerge from the seamless gap, and the spirit is unstoppable. Life, music and poetry coexist in this spiritual essence.
However, poetry is dusty in secular life, and words become bread of suffering in the reality like a military camp, emitting an unpleasant smell. Reality solidified the meaning of words and turned them into concrete matter and rigid body. However, symbolism poetry advocates images and wraps words in cocoons, which makes poetry almost suffocate and slowly lose its life. Mandelshtam pointed out sadly that writing is regarded as flesh and blood, sharing its suffering and fate. There is a heroic era in the life of ci, and ci is regarded as a thing. However, in the language of poetry, the word is only the word itself, not the expresser of the target. "Don't ask too many things, details and materials for poetry. ..... Why do you have to touch it with your fingers? Mainly, why confuse words with things and confuse words with the object they refer to? " Poetry is not a tangible object, it is a soul. The words that make up poetry are also living souls, and they are free and have the right to choose.
The food became a pot of rice, the room became a wardrobe, and the clothes became a cover. However, it is not only the national system that causes the materialization of language and the destruction of culture, but also the poetry schools under the banner of art, which solidify the language, bind it with images, and bind its wings with mysterious images that are too far-fetched. Poetry should be super-genre, polysemy, unfinished and timeless music. Mandelshtam knew from the beginning that he would run counter to symbolism. With regard to words, Acme School put forward "free words", emphasizing the free choice of language meaning. Mandelshtam believes that language is a historical phenomenon, which is closely related to culture, and "the conscious meaning of words" is the synthesis of the meanings produced in the whole historical and cultural process of the existence of words. In the process of creation, writers endow words with various meanings through association. But association is not endless, it must be logical and conform to the polysemy of words contained in the development of culture and history. We can't change and produce the meaning of words through symbolic creation and name change for the purpose of mystification and complexity. Facing the materialization and visualization of symbolism, Mandelshtam appealed: "If you can write, if you can write, you can write poems without images."
Poetry has inner life and soul. In Mandelshtam's view, the soul of poetry is musicality and rhythm. "A poem depends on its internal image and the formal module of the sound that appeared before writing this poem. Not a word, a poem is already ringing. " In the long history of mankind, what survived were poems full of music, not buildings piled up with rigid words. The meaning of words is inherited and cultural, and it has permeated with profound connotation since the ancient Greek culture. Therefore, Mandelshtam finally returned to the embrace of Christianity, not because he believed, but because he needed cultural integrity. Poetry is a "flute of a thousand pillars" and "full of aura of all centuries", which are indispensable.
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