I'm the darling, she's mine. If I'm willing to give a good word to a book, it's undoubtedly Tony. Morrison's "Darling."
In the poetic nature of the language and the profundity of the subject, Toni. Morrison truly achieved the perfect combination of looks and looks. Although she hated being called a "poetic writer" and wanted people to marvel at the power and repercussions of her stories, she was still willing to remove the writer's special thing from her writing and turn it into a mixture of lyrical language, standard language and spoken language, so that her words leaped up with agility and passion, giving people the rhythm of poetry and the colorful pulse of hidden power and passion.
Speaking of poetic language, I once tried to list a few of the more exquisite sentences in the book, with slight modifications and dropouts, so I formed the following poem
(a) from the ocean of time
Pinch the time
Spend half your life looking for a woman
Give you the freedom to be worthless
More often
Sitting there with an erection like a dog
I'll give you my time
I'll study wounds and suffering for you
A man is nothing but a man
A man says that the future is to leave the past in a desperate situation
Escape
In the past, it was a bald mountain
Let's skip love and vows
Love only a little bit about everything
Look for something better than tobacco and sorghum
Drifting from destruction
Escape from infertile crops, dead relatives, lives in danger and taken over territories
Distinguish meanings from passwords that you no longer understand
We all come from the ocean of time
About the glittering headstones
About fish and aquatic weeds
About the flesh
This weeping door
(ii) No longer a darling
Towards you
Get lost
Walk through the wrong iceberg
Die on the wrong side
From the South to the South
Bottles carrying blood and gold
Shout out a cry of compassion
Love your hand
I also love the smell of leaves
We looked at each other in the water
Say some deeply mournful sentences
And the voice of the scenery fading away
We walk in a world where we are rustling with weeds
The flesh that needs human love
Need to rest and dance on the feet
At night we wash away new sorrows
Say goodbye to the edges of everything
Those old dreams that are fragile, meltable and cold
Small fish of light
Sing about mules, dogs, and the shamelessness of life
(iii) Blue Moon
The more water to drink we have the tears
More tears have rivers
Forget what shouldn't be forgotten
Also remember what you shouldn't have remembered
Sweet stone with blue bread
It is our underwater star and moon jewelry
Look out at the rainy Window of July
Night and summer bugs no longer come out
Please give me pain, remorse and longing
Please give me a round of bright moon on my forehead to illuminate my hometown
Although the days of recklessness are gone
Although the birds no longer have corners
Although you are speechless
My dear
You have to live
To be alive is to cry
What do you think? This is an interesting way to write poetry, which shows that Morrison's language is surprising to ordinary people, her "Darling" is exquisite, full of affection, such as the rhythm of poetry almost throughout the whole text, Morrison with great skill and passion, tells us a sensational story: a black slave girl was hunted by slave owners on the way to escape, in order not to let the child repeat her tragic fate, but also for the sake of a free life, she resolutely killed her daughter who had just been able to climb. If the story only talks about this, everything seems to be nothing more than a baby murder case, but what is really imaginative and metaphorical is that Morrison let the baby's ghost come back, she first drove away the mother's lover with an invisible shadow, and also let her two brothers run away from home, and then, she borrowed her body, returned to her mother and sister, and endlessly demanded maternal love. Guilty, the mother, anxious to make up for her selfless love, pampered the returning ghost with atonement-like devotion, either love or not. Love that is not intense is not love at all. For this reason, she no longer goes to work, no longer cares about the living, locks herself in a kind of love that exhausts people, guards the soul daughter willingly lives into a zombie-like existence, in fact, in the end, it is the mother herself who should be saved, the villagers, the living little daughter, the lovers of the past are not willing to watch the woman exhaust herself in the destruction of love, so she gathers around the ghost, the ghost finally disappears, and love and punishment are double redeemed.
The Darling is Morrison's most famous work, published in 1987 and winning the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. In 1993, Toni. Morrison was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for "writing an important aspect of American reality alive for his insightful and poetic novels." The Swedish Academy calls her novels "full of imaginative power and flowing poetry". The Associated Press commented that Morrison's work has brought the diversity of American culture to the world stage, and has unveiled a non-negligible side of American history, excavating the lives of the "nameless" and "superfluous" among all sentient beings. In The United States, if writing about white people is a center, then writing about black people is a marginal area, and Morrison has been writing about people on the margins all his life, just as Joyce has been writing about Dublin everywhere he goes. Morrison's novel portrays the history of black people as a treasure trove of poetry, tragedy, love, adventure, and ancient and beautiful rumors.
Morrison wrote 11 novels, 5 children's books, 2 plays, a set of songs and an opera during his lifetime. "The Bluedest Eyes", "Solomon's Song", "Jazz", "Darling", "Shura" are her masterpieces. The talented black female writer with her superb narrative skills and poetic language died at montefiori Medical Center in New York on the evening of August 5, 2019, at the age of 88.
There is a kind of loneliness that can be shaken, and there is a kind of loneliness wandering around, this is a history of black blood and tears, in Morrison's pen, even if it is pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, there is always beauty, even if it is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, there is also a sweet existence, even if it is unbearable to look back, there is love.
Life that cannot be influenced is like this, it is very bitter when you don't know, and it is even more bitter to know.