Fish, Fish, Fish, Fish and Poetry Impression

When talking about fish and fish poems, the poet Heiguang said: "In this cold world, there are always poets looking out with their true colors. Extroverted, introverted, ancient, and present, with a peaceful heart. " These are simple compliments. For fish, just right. For the frivolous and reckless poetry tide, this is a maze. Fish and fish's poems are as fresh as babies, as simple as a piece of cotton cloth, warm and comfortable.

Many people think that poetry should be gorgeous, aristocratic and belong to the minority. Like a luxury. These fish-woven cotton fabrics are very popular and cannot be made into luxury goods. But it can give people simple warmth. -Some people admire fur because of its scarcity and poetic mystery. I don't know that fur is just an apron to cover my lower body after hunting in the wild. People who know how to knit prefer to wrap their bodies in cotton cloth. It is warm and comfortable. Perhaps it is because people have nowhere to hunt now, and hunting is a luxury. Fur has thus become a luxury trophy. Although fur is still fur, the value and price have deviated. Only those who break away from vulgar tastes and show themselves different can enjoy it. The same is true of poetry, when it is only a vassal of the minority, ordinary people no longer consume poetry. This trend of thought of minority is essentially an aristocratic trend of thought.

The existence of minority ideological trend has its historical reasons. After the appearance of misty poetry, the theoretical circle reacted strongly, but most readers were lost. Under the historical conditions at that time, personalized writing brought fresh feelings and unprecedented impact. After a one-sided and rough summary, the theoretical circle thinks that personalized writing is naturally difficult and obscure in communication and communication, and it is reasonable. To reveal oneself, there must be personality differences and incomprehensible soul secrets. Since then, poetry has entered the ivory tower, leaving readers seriously absent. The minority view gradually evolved into a kind of self-mockery. Most poets who hold this attitude go astray under the guidance of mainstream media. Because those publications always make some crumpled poems fill the page. It seems that only when poetry enters the minority and becomes the dessert of elites can poetry become poetry, meaningful and reflect its value. Only in this way can we have an arrogance to keep the poet's face. Because you can say to a novelist like Han Han: This is a poem, and you don't understand it.

This arrogance is a bit ridiculous. Because after lifting his eyes, he didn't see that all the arts were on the same level, and there was no difference between high and low. Just like "1942" tells a history in a factual way, and it has not affected people's attention because of its vulgarity and cruelty. What is annoying is the posturing of poetry. After the Wenchuan earthquake, the disaster poems quarreled for a while, but they were far less touching and unforgettable than a woman taking out her breasts and sucking them on the affected baby. You know, it's not the beautiful breasts that move and impress people, but the humanistic care and beauty that shines on a woman's bare chest. You can't peek with obscene eyes. Similarly, poetry, as an art form and a carrier of beauty, is still looking for the existence of * * * after facing the readers.

The niche of poetry has been divorced from the starting point and original intention of new poetry from the beginning. Hu Shi's Trial Collection, Liu Bannong's Exploration of New Poetry and Dai Wangshu's and Xu Zhimo's Trial Collection are all aimed at getting poetry out of the difficulties of classical Chinese, thus approaching the general public and workers. Bian is a representative poet of Crescent School. Influenced by French symbolism, his poems tend to be obscure, obscure and weird. However, he wrote loneliness, a clear poem reflecting the life of workers, which won the love of readers. Influenced by French symbolism, Li Jinfa went further and further. His distorted translation language, uncommon images and associations finally make him out of people's sight and stay among old papers as a phenomenon.

Today's poetry, due to the continuous introduction and popularization of new techniques, is more mature in language and more skilled in skills than Hu Shi's poetry. But this is only a change in the face of poetry. Writing in words and writing in poetry is still the link between yesterday and today. Inheritance and progress have always been the mainstream of China's poetry. This feeling is even stronger when reading Yu Yu's poems.

Poet Su's impression of fish and fish poems: On the day I left Yunnan, my luggage was a little heavy, intangible and tangible, just because I thought about it. During the long journey, the children walked up and down in the carriage. Sometimes they say something to me when they pass by me. Some people heard it, some people didn't. Suddenly I have time to put aside the precipitation, and I often enter my other world. I have some expectations. At the foot of Yulong Snow Mountain that day, Yuyu's short message told me that he had written me a poem for me to answer. I say we go back and see.

In fact, it is a poem about exploring the world through mutual exploration. Very melodramatic, but there are indeed some people in this world who spend their whole lives questioning the meaning of existence, so that the profundity and pain can be deepened once and for all in their own name.

There must be a faint smile on my face when I open Yuyu's "answer". My daughter asked me curiously what a smile meant. I turned the screen to her, and she settled down to read and said, I like this man's poem. Wandering wind. I feel extra glory because adolescent girls are not always sure about me and the world I love.

When I first came into contact with Yu Yu's poems, I should do it with this feeling: an erratic wind, free and easy, soft and affectionate robes, practical narrative, but full of poetry. Later, I felt that there was a short knife hanging under his robe, which was both an attack and a protection. Or riding a white horse, if you want to see all the flowers in Chang 'an, you can tie the horse. When I think of it, I just flick my whip, which is quite a bit like the meaning of Cui Jian in "Fake Monk". "If you want to fall in love with me, don't be afraid to regret it. One day I will fly away. I don't want to stay in one place and I don't want anyone to follow me. " I don't want to stay in one place, and I don't want anyone to follow me. Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng's waning moon is what I want, but it's not all I have.

If you ask me, what is all I have? My eyes will suddenly deepen, then blur and I can't say a word. Beginning is a constant impulse. Where will I wake up tonight?

I have the same complex. In his brushwork, I hold the lamp, look at the moon, be immersed in love with my children, always be heroic, and bow my head and be disappointed. We are all travelers who suffer from parting. We fall in love with the gesture of a gust of wind blowing back and forth, and often make a virtual sunset, holding our fists and saying goodbye, which is a enrichment of our own world and a lonely private responsibility.

Later, I learned that we all love the romantic knight Wang Xiaobo, the child Shi Tiesheng who is playing in Ditan, and Haruki Murakami who is "just me and the breeze" (1 1 Rigo). Later, we all fell in love with Zhang Zao in The Plum Blossom Mirror. Recently, he also prefers Carver, a "minimalist" who is famous for his short stories. Carver wrote down all the sorrows of the poor with a pen, from which we can also get a glimpse of fish and fish's private angle. He wrote Ant Man, which is my favorite. Preference is actually a kind of prejudice, and preference is actually a kind of recognition. In order to appreciate each other, a passer-by on the road, in order to shine a little light of his peers at night, then wave goodbye, get drunk with each other and stay away from each other.

Yuyu's blog mainly writes poems and often posts music below. I like some songs and I don't like some. Music is another glass of wine. You have your ability to get drunk, and I have my attention trap. If I don't like it, I'll turn it off and just read the words. I didn't ask him if he was aware of the rhythm in his poems. Fish and fish's poems are often fluent, with the careless and indifferent northern spirit of grassland highway and no strong sense of direction, where you can easily experience the pleasure brought by acceleration and have a broader and better vision. It is still a broad river with waves, rather than exquisite garden landscapes and gurgling streams. You can see the rhythm of its running. When the river he wrote met the stones he randomly set in his mind, half came from his real life and half came from literary scenery. From the latter, we can know the reading history of Yu Yu and his understanding of these literary chapters and life. He wrote that the river splashed on the stone and opened the atmosphere. When you look down, you realize that something wet is happening. If the four seasons echo, the wild flowers on both sides of the river are reflected on the water, or the moon comes out, and a beautiful figure and a thin horse stand decadent by the water, then his soft heart will be revealed. Sometimes I often feel confused. I can't easily attribute his writing to what style and genre, his deep affection, his pain, his depression, his wine, his sadness, his powerlessness to death, the sadness and impermanence of life. If I classify him as a lyricist in poetry, his black humor and ruthless self-tearing, absurd existence and absurd existence in novel writing often make me feel that an older child is so naive.

No matter what style or faction, Yu Yu is a poet. I think he is a poet whether he writes poems or not. He is a writer who does not presuppose readers or editors. His poetic temperament is real and only valid for his own life.