A Case Study of Nanjing Poetry (Ⅱ)
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The details of memory are integrated with the real situation, the illusion of jumping and tangible images are alternately presented, and some unspeakable pain permeates it. Dai Wei is also an expert in writing prose, which complements her poems. Therefore, on the whole, although her writing style is delicate, it shows the feminine characteristics that are inconsistent with the feminine southern atmosphere. Even poems that express love, such as Morning, contain joy and subtle restrictions, which are rare in general female poems:
What a wonderful thing it is to wake up in the country.
The sun shines in.
It's like a glass of foamed milk just squeezed out.
Smells like cowshed and hay.
The color of pajamas
The body is as simple as openwork lace.
Just like I miss you.
It has no desire.
I will miss you.
But I don't love you anymore.
In September this year, China's first online poetry collection, China's Online Poetry, was published in Nanjing. The editor-in-chief of the book was Potato Brothers. He is not only the editor of the publishing house that published this collection of poems in the name of Yu Kuichao, but also a very active poet in major poetry newspapers and websites in recent years. Perhaps few people know that Brother Potato is a poet who has written poems for more than 20 years. At the same time, he is a very rare and prolific poet with a serious attitude. It is said that sometimes he can write more than a dozen poems of different lengths in one day, but these poems are not random games. In his heart, he has a strong piety and lofty ideal for poetry. Over the years, he has been trying to think and explore the road of poetry reform, and his creative practice has been moving towards a higher level. The theme of potato brothers' poems focuses on the examination of urban secular life. He made a detailed description and profound analysis of the daily scenes in the city and the life pains hidden in them, such as Ambiguous Street, The Lady of the Warring States, A Horse Passing by in the Morning, The Woman in Black and so on. These poems seem casual and relaxed, but in fact they contain themes that cannot be ignored. In some of his poems, there is a slight "evil", but he can skillfully maintain the balance between Zhuang and He. The same is true of the use of language in his poems. There are many short sentence patterns, which are natural and relaxed, and exude the breath of daily life: "Some small snakes under rape flowers ∕∕ They are round and soft ∕ like water pipes ∕ Some girls swimming in spring ∕∕ walk through rape fields ∕ they exclaim happily ∕" It is under this plain appearance that some essence of life is directly recognized.
At this moment.
What he feels is love.
He wants her to be a prostitute-a habit.
In recent years, Ye Hui, a poet who rarely appeared in the poetry world, has been working as a civil servant in the State Taxation Bureau in the suburb of Nanjing, where he was born. He once participated in the vigorous "third generation poetry movement", but his later writing was far from the uproar aroused by this movement and was basically in a latent state. Ye Hui belongs to the kind of poet who has profound independent opinions and a clear understanding of the future of his poems. In the Manifesto of Urbanism (cooperation with Haibo) drafted by 1986 for "Poetry Group Exhibition", he wrote: "We should define a free and expanding artistic space for ourselves"; That is, "in the strangeness and confusion of daily events, we try to shorten the distance between abstract concepts and rational structures with calm and more formal expressions, thus resorting to a broader confession of the spiritual status quo." As an event and concept, the "Third Generation Poetry Movement" has become history, and Ye Hui himself has gradually adjusted and enriched his own poetry direction through his independent writing in these years. In his poems in recent years, such as The Story of a Young Carpenter and Archaeologist in a Small Town, The Old Telephone, Close the Photo Album, The Season of Fruit Trees Blooming, etc., the belief of "routinism" remains vaguely, but some deliberate impressions have disappeared. He did not let life enter poetry from the visible front, but from the surface or side; His poems also gently convey the beautiful side of life:
I think of something else: a horse or a person.
In a strange place, spread out
All the dramas, farewells and parties of life.
A country full of tears and letters
I'm lying in the warm current of imagination
I don't want to be everyone I see in the candy store.
Shen is a rising star in Nanjing poetry circle. At an amazing age, she once participated in the "Youth Poetry Club" organized by Poetry magazine. Although she didn't start writing poems until 1998, she undoubtedly started from a very high level, which showed her understanding of the deep essence of poetry art. Her first poems showed good quality and shocked poets such as Xi Du and Pompeii. Some of Shen Furong's poems may be related to her early life in the countryside. She poetically captures the beautiful and simple moments scattered in her memory, such as this poem "Grass", which exudes a fresh breath after the rain:
Bring the grass wet by the heavy rain back to the sheepfold.
Watch them bury their chins in the grass. Laoyang
With grass in his mouth, he let out a low cry.
I didn't turn back until my grandfather came in through the back door.
I fell asleep early in the morning and heard the sound of his knife sharpening.
"It's going to rain."
He went to the lowlands by the river to mow the grass.
I passed by there yesterday and told him that the grass grew deep.
The structure of the whole poem is natural, the language is clean and neat, and there is a simple atmosphere between poems. This is also reflected in poems such as Twilight, Morning and Going Home. On the other hand, perhaps because of her simple experience (she worked as a primary school teacher for eight years), she had to turn her brush strokes to inner exploration, trying to support slightly thin poems through some introverted power, such as letters, etudes and recitation. As the poet Pompeii commented, "her simple and clear lines have accumulated a deep, powerful and even rebellious force." "Cohesion" appropriately shows this kind of effort. It lets us know that once the internal force of a cluster is dispersed, it will be radiant:
A sober body
Overflow a tiny panic.
The man who watched me fall asleep has gone.
Leaving a roof tilted by snow.
A lemon, on the table.
Condense with light.
As the only poet among these poets with a stronger so-called "academic" background, Zhang's poetry name is actually little known, although it is surprising that he has been writing poetry for more than ten years. After receiving his Ph.D. in a thesis on poetic discourse, he stayed in school to teach, writing poems and researching and commenting on them. At the same time, the courses offered to students on the podium are also poetry classes. Zhang has been in a relatively closed and hidden writing state. Only in recent years have some of his poems been circulated among friends. Obviously, he is a calm observer and thinker, not an enthusiastic singer and lyricist. His early poems have distinct metaphysical characteristics, which have continued to the later "The Dead" and "Puppet Show". It was not until the Sonnets of Nanjing, Gong Guo Xue Tang and other groups of poems created in Nanjing that some rich qualities in his poems were concentrated, showing a poet with a rational spirit's meticulous insight into the life situation. His poems pay attention to the careful deployment of tone and sense of language, which appears calm and quiet. In his latest work "Carrefour Supermarket", he can combine his views on personal living situation with his ultimate thinking on the meaning of life, and combine playful narration with meticulous scene carving. And his subway station is very creative in conception. Different from many poems with similar themes, this poem does not pay attention to and deal with the bustling crowd gathered in the subway station as in Time, but focuses on some kind of "incompleteness", which embodies a different way of observing and dealing with the real situation:
Do I need to be here, in one place?
Transfer at the unfinished subway station? such
Thought the bus had bypassed Xinjiekou.
Into a dim light.
Therefore, what this poem shows is also the inner confusion hanging in the air and in progress, which haunts the city with this "incompleteness" and "a dim light".