Shipwreck from Tronström to Aldingf Wingman
Lee Kasa
Every poet has a shipwreck. It is buried in the depths, waiting for the words to sneak in, salvage, discern, identify, and issue their own insights or deafening warnings to the world
The tugboat is rusty, why is it parked inland far from the sea?
It was a heavy lone lamp that extinguished in the cold.
But trees have strong colors. Signal to the other shore!
A few seemed eager to be taken away.
On the way home, I saw a ground mushroom drilling out of the lawn.
It's a caller's finger.
The man sobbed in the depths of darkness.
We are of the earth.
Reading Aldinf-Wingman's Shipwreck, I suddenly thought of the above short poem "October Scene" by the Nobel prize-winning Swedish poet Tronström— a tugboat stranded inland and rusty. In the eyes of swedish poets, it is a lone lamp extinguished in the winter wind and snow, with a mysterious story, waiting for the discovery of the comer (the poet). Because of the shipwreck, the poet on his way home saw the mushroom like the hand of a distressed man sticking out from the ground and suddenly realized—as the Bible says: "We come from the dirt and return to the dirt." Death is our destination.
Like Tronström, the shipwreck of aldinf-winged men also carried a somber and mournful tone, and expanded the memory of the city as a nation:
Melancholy eyes are crossing
Ancient legends and ancient past events
Staring for a long time, but without a fleeing ship
Only in the open wilderness in the wind
Raise your stubborn head."
Then, the poet soberly realized:
Eurasia has countless of our eternal loved ones
And I'm just one of them
Like the tree in Tronström's "October Scene", the Salar poet's "Shipwreck", which recalls his national history, is also sending a signal to the world that we want to hear or see.
The shipwreck, as the subtitle indicates, is "dedicated to the years that bear us." Through the carrier of shipwrecks, the poet strives to reconstruct history, or rather, the reality of the present. From the Tantronic a hundred years ago to the more recent 2015 12"Oriental Star passenger ship overturning, the news of the shipwreck has been a tragic display of the fragility and impermanence of life. At any time, each of us will encounter the doom of a shipwreck, repeat the old mistakes, or borrow Nietzsche's words: "Eternal cycle", as the shipwreck puts it:
It's not so much about fleets crossing the river
It is better to say that the owner of the river takes the direction of the river
A tragic scene of thanksgiving together (v. 15)
Poetry is a conjuring. The shipwreck is undoubtedly a wizard who travels through time and space. He "begged for wine and begged for spirit in the river / Through life through suffering / through the new under the crescent moon / Streets, factories, squares, palaces, and buildings (v. 20)." So the shipwreck is also the ship of the soul. The psalmist prayed for "crossing the eternal river by this vessel of sincere heart" (21)
The "boat of the heart" here is a key image, a response to Qu Yuan's "the road is long and its cultivation is far away, and I will seek up and down", and the eyes clearly identify the beautiful nature inscribed on the inscription (verse 21), or just like the Tang Dynasty Du Mu's poem "Chibi", "Folding the sand and sinking iron (2), self-polishing and washing the former dynasty" heroic ambition. The poet is the material pleasure, the entrustment of the history, and the Sala poet Wing Man also in the form of a chant and three sighs, constantly excavating the spiritual world of the wreck of the individual as a person
"Shipwreck" uses the pathos and depth of the elegy body to construct a series of broken memories and lost events. In this sense, the shipwreck is also a symbol of exile, a remembrance and portrayal of loss and demise; at the same time, it is a living testimony that embodies Nietzsche's view of "eternal reincarnation". "Shipwreck" also reminds me of the "Midnight Sun" I wrote twenty-five years ago when I was adrift in Northern Europe:
vagabond:
A bell tongue of light! A burning ring of hell!
walk! But where? Facing forward
After that, this cold sun will trap me deadly
Midnight Sun:
So, who are you? Why stay here?
Looking for a habitat? homeland? But here it is
Rocks and snow. significance?
Our encounter, at best, can only create a shadow that darkens the earth
Yes, we are all shipwrecks, have experienced the waves, and felt the ship sink for a moment
"The river bends The river of life continues to stretch
And those white bones that fight
Naked in the roar of the sweaty horses
That's nothing else
It's just a process
Or a moment of time
Stop at the peak of sorrow
Lighting a Confused Beacon — My Home (v.39)
Returning home, according to the eighteenth-century Romantic poets, is the duty of the poet, "wherever we go, we are returning home", but the Sala poet's pen: the homeland has become "a confused beacon -". It is no longer possible to go home. Returning home itself has become a doomed tragedy. Today, in the twenty-first century, people are homeless—"God is dead!" ”。 Man is destined to find a home in the wandering, to regard the wandering as a homeland, or vice versa, to regard the homeland as another home. The world, especially the ancient civilization of China, has been engulfed by the torrent of globalized markets. Home, can't go back. At most, you can only be a survivor of a dream in your hometown. So, what should a poet be? Wing man gave us a hint
I will attach it to your pain
Inspire those who come
Survivors of the compilation of time
The river that crosses the flood rushes through
Mang Mang Gobi (Section 19)
The psalmist wants to "destroy the Great Wall of Sin before him / Rejoin with blood and tears / Build up a solid monument (v. 52). He searched hard, questioning or torturing like Qu Yuan:
Ask where my beautiful home is
Where is my fertile land
With the dreams of throbbing pain and fragmentation of rare metals
Jump on top of the giant's head
Imagining the Golden Ears of Wheat at the End of the Century (v. 19)
The mournful voice echoes with a sense of distress as we touch the relics of a shipwreck, the struggling lives. They have gone out and no longer shine or travel the world. The shipwreck became an extinguished lamp.
"Shipwreck" uses the Romantic poetic style, that is, with intuition, imagination, and the poetic language of "irrationalism" to outline the reality of thought and spirit. It has few details of concrete things and realist precision. It goes with the flow of feeling, presenting the reader with the landscape of history through fragments of thought and emotion. Its purpose, as the psalmist writes in verse 9: as our fleet sings ancient songs / Into the dark night / Always the eve of dawn / Always the great cemetery of the Loess (v. 54)
"Shipwreck" has a positive and open-minded spirit, exposing the darkness of critical society, full of passion for resistance and fighting, and at the same time, pinning the ideal on the future:
The wet eyes have long since turned into a garden of obscurity
Return in anticipation and fascination
The depths of the soul of the ghost——
Prostrate yourself in your mother's camp
Advancing inland in the rising light (56)
Reading this, I think of the last three poems of Tao Yuanming's life, "Elegy".
Elegy (Part 3)
The grass is vast, and the poplars are also small.
In the middle of September, the severe frost sent me out of the far suburbs.
There is no one on all sides, and the high tomb is on the ridge.
The horse is looking up to the sky, and the wind is self-depressing.
The claustrophob is closed, and the millennium is no longer in the dynasty.
……
It is all mourning for the passing and depression, all are aesthetics that express the beauty of sorrow with sad tones and poignant rhythms, all are the discovery of the meaning of existence in the face of death, and the dazzling light radiated by the contemplation of death. But the difference is that Shipwreck is optimistic, while Elegy is pessimistic. They all express personal feelings and experiences with strong subjective colors.
But what could be more moving than speaking in the first person, where the poet presents himself as a shipwreck and speaks to the world (reader, you and me)
Tell yourself and let you share his spiritual world. And this real voice (like the voice in Du Fu's poem), when it is sung at its best, you will be moved and become a part of it. And that's where the value of shipwrecks lies.