-Notes on Mywood Poetry Collection "Fish on the Road"
I met Jiang Mumu in the "Taizhou Humanities Circle" of the water teacher, and I knew that she had a book of poetry published with the title "Fish on Land". Fish on land? What kind of fish is that? In the days when I first saw the title of the book, I often asked myself this question, and somehow I remembered the relevant poem in the book "The King of Fish" by Shuishui's teacher: "No one has ever seen the king of fish, but I have seen it//... The king of fish is the king of fish, and he doesn't have to swim/he wants to swim without water/he lies still and becomes king/..." This tail " With these questions, I got to know Jiang Mumu, and got her signature collection of poems at Huangyan Poetry Reading, so I began to listen to the sound of this fish on land.
Swim in the bones of the night/insects croak and frogs croak/all the subtle sounds are fierce hunters/I have nowhere to hide/I got into the cold moonlight. Through poetry, it is not difficult for us to imagine such a scene: a silent moonlit night, a ferocious hunter (fisherman) with a fish gun, a lonely fish, and trembling fear. Here, the fish is helpless. You can't hide if you want to. If you want a breakthrough, you can't. You can only swim in the moonlight that is colder than night! Obviously, here, Jiang Mumu is a tail fish, and the helplessness of the fish is her own helplessness. This helplessness comes from her own weakness and her deep anxiety and pity for the real world.
In the eyes of my hometown, Jiang Mumu is a decent city person, but to my surprise, she has a deep prejudice against the city where she lives. In her works, the city at night is "like a prostitute who knows the doorway" and "the eyes of desire twinkle in the dark". In the same quiet moonlight, there are beggars, drunkards, bodies burned by alcohol, nicotine and caffeine, and an emotional network of thoughts, bitterness and sadness, which hangs over the city like a spell! Jiang Mumu had placed a little hope on this morning's city: she had "washed away the vulgar powder of last night" and seemed to have "gradually recovered her girlhood" and was a "cured young woman". But it is not difficult to find from the poem that anxiety is also hidden in this "hope". Because when a brand-new day comes, "the sun is poked by skyscrapers/the only piece is covered with dust/it hurts my lungs". Colorful city life is a place full of reverie and yearning for many rural people, but the poet Jiang Mumu saw the dark side under her gorgeous appearance with her keen tentacles and a compassionate heart! "There are many flies, centipedes and poisonous snakes showing their teeth/their genitals/exposed to ambiguous dust/hung with bloody desires", so her eyes became ill, so she became a person in a shell: "Get into the shell of this era/dare not stick her head out", so she had a journey of her own mind.
In "v. Hometown", I read her wailing: "Tonight, you keep calling me/I throw myself into the abyss of anger in the heavy night that I can't cross/can my wailing reach you-my village/I can only go home like this/make a spiritual or divine dive/young, fresh body/be carried by life/",because ". Like a child who has been separated from his mother for many years, I can't help thinking of my relatives and hometown. I began to cry. I have reason to believe that childhood and hometown are important stops of Jiang Mumu's spiritual journey. Overnight, the air expanded. Like a pregnant woman, full of fragrance//that morning/I stood by the Yongning River/by the wet orange forest/and saw flowers on both sides of the river competing for beauty. "She described for us the grandeur of" spring breeze suddenly comes one night, and all trees and oranges bloom ",and what a romantic and warm" hometown of oranges "! Another example is: "Think of the countryside/think of the path/it is the blood vessel of the countryside/it is the nerve/antenna of the countryside extending to every corner", what a quiet and comfortable country life! There are also poems such as "Orange Orchard" and "Orange Leaves", which all record the unique experience and nostalgia for life in the orange country.
"Life pushes me back/closer (in? There is a corner in winter/there is only poetry in this corner. " After reading this poem written in winter, I can't help asking myself, what else do we have when life is only poetry? If there is still faith, then poetry is the skeleton of this belief. If there is a broader spiritual world, then poetry is the broad road to this world! As a teacher, mother and wife, Jiang Mumu plays many roles in life, which is why I admire her persistence and love for poetry. Such as "poem/hammer heart/beg her/can knock bleeding, juice, pulp"; Another example is my life poem, which is the best evidence that she loves poetry: "I collided with life/bumped into a poem//bumped into countless poems/bumped into my body, hurt my blood, hurt my bones/bumped into my last soul/and attached it to the footnote of a poem." When I was reading this collection of poems, I suddenly felt that poetry is Jiang Mumu's life, and Jiang Mumu will also belong to poetry, and poetry will give her everything that real life can't! In the poem "Habitat", she fantasizes that she is an open dandelion with no definite future, that she is an eclectic and unscrupulous thunderstorm, and that she is a secret and arrogant seed. On the premise that the destination is preset, we can see that her little desire for spiritual freedom is also a little release for herself.
"But this summer/I fell in love with the rain hopelessly/……/I caught the rain with my palm/I kissed it with my lips/I filled my eyes with endless rain/it was full of the smell of the sky, nonsense and thoughts/I was close to the sky/I was even as happy and shy as a little bride", and I fell in love with fish, dark clouds and so on. A poet is not necessarily a thinker, but he (she) must be a thinker. I don't know who said this sentence, which can be well confirmed here in Jiang Mumu. For example, "the fields in winter are not cold/she has infinitely rich fire sources/she is not cold/every empty place/there is a huge fire hidden", a little from philosophical thinking about life; Another example is "My only strength left/used to be silence/silence/to deal with all the changes about you", a kind of wisdom from life; Another example is "the responsibility my mother gave me/taking a person named Zhang Wenhua with me/I am dead/the location with my code name must be empty", a unique understanding of life and death!
Jiang Mumu's rich poetic materials are almost directly derived from trivial things that we are used to, so we can start from small things (but not simply stating events). What is commendable is that she properly combines her thoughts, feelings and some unique life experiences. Reading her poems is like listening to her whispers. This kind of fish on land is different from the fish in the depths of the ocean. Her pain is not the deep and aloof pain of the fish king, but more delicate and pitiful, because the pain of the fish king comes from the magnificent ocean, while the pain of the fish on the land comes from the sadness on the earth!
Of course, perhaps, as Jiang Mumu herself said, she is not naive enough to think that her poems are perfect. Perhaps the aesthetic standards of her poems have deviated. I always feel that some of her poems are slightly backward in expression and loose in structure, while others need further training and promotion in poetry. So I think her task at this stage is not to write many poems, but to sink herself, sink to the lowest place on land, and sink.
June 22(nd), 2007
Brief introduction of Jiang Mumu: Jiang Mumu, female, formerly known as Zhang Wenhua, 1978 1 1 was born in Taizhou, Zhejiang Province in June, and engaged in education. /kloc-at the age of 0/9, he read the first poem published by a normal school. Up to now, hundreds of poems and essays have been published in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province, such as Star, World Poet, Teahouse and Taizhou Daily. Award-winning poems were selected into books and collections.