Wang Yueqiang, who lives to raise memory snakes, snow eagles, and crows
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Looking for light and poetry from the mountains and forests to the corners of human nature, and strengthening the unique quality of poetry with images such as "crows", "snow eagles", "peaks" and "rivers" in the poems, this is an important feature of the poet Wang Yueqiang's writing. These images appear repeatedly in the text, and in the flow you can taste the red sails of the words and sentences, drifting on the blue sea, the clear mirror surface, often awakened by personal experience, and every edge and angle can be refracted to the "snow mountain" under life.
The ethereal spirit of the original can often hear the sound of small footsteps, there are crows flying over the snowy mountains, white is the mountain, black is the bird, there is no doubt that this poetic sense of opposition has gained a crucial existence, and the things that are "the brightest in the silence" are slowly finalized inside and outside the text, waiting for those who have a heart to grab it. What we see is the movement or existence of things on two levels: black or white, flying by or staying, fiction or reality, which is the most superficial and profound riddle expressed in Wang Yueqiang's text.
But who has ever had a real choice, and is there a right or wrong choice? "It does not cry, does not laugh / eyes are closed, and the clouds in the eyes / the vicissitudes on the eyelashes / only a drop / Falling is the first awakening of the big dream", the answer to the text is not the real sense of the action plan, this tortuous cognition to continue to complete its own meaning in the accumulation of text reading and personal experience. This is the only true and realistic part of the poem that Wang Yueqiang left behind, using "tombstones with wings" to embellish the sadness of life. This Kafka-esque aesthetic does not sprout and grow indefinitely in modernity, but depicts life itself in a greater and more tragic way.
"You hate hell, and you don't like the god of love in black / You have a pure heaven / In a quiet heart, above the clean soul", this thorough understanding of the being flows in other works, which is to expand the human world as a known point of existence to three positions, in which the person who lives in it can put the carrier on the body of the "eagle" and find meaningless purposes in the mountains and mountains, in anticipation of reaching the distant place where the bird wants to find sacrifice.
Man is as important as the ontology of suffering, as the bird itself as a predator, or the rebellion against fate itself emphasizes the correctness of fate's suffering. This is a linguistic mystery laid by Wang Yueqiang in the metaphor of the text, he uses two sides of one positive and one negative side to write the evergreen tree of life, but tragically realizes the absurdity of the facts, "the grandfather who fled from the province to the wilderness here", "the widow Zhang who missed the wind and moon and drowned", "the niece of the boat eloped" from the existing experience narrative to carry out the "encirclement and suppression" of suffering, and the metaphor of collective history completed with personal history, which is exactly the motivation that Wang Yueqiang wants to express outside the text.
The infinite waves that run through the "river of memory" in personal experience and personal reading history have become beautiful evidence of the "night" of life. As the ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said, "Man cannot walk into the same river twice", Wang Yueqiang likened the war between life and memory as a struggle against the "snake of memory", the greatest war of mankind in autumn, in which no one used a Trojan horse or participated in the Peloponnesian War, which belonged only to one person. It stays in the air like a feather for a moment, waiting for "the sunset to see the old deceased", in Wang Yueqiang's view, living or dying is a Waterloo. In the poetic struggle, it is ultimately impossible to decide who wins or loses by death or alive, and the power of this judgment can only be left to the "crow", "snow eagle", "mountain", "river" or "night" to decide.
Attached to Wang Yueqiang's poems
Autumn River
The Autumn River is a river of late memory
Meandering in the past
Now, mournfully silent among the fallen leaves
It is brownish yellow and dull
The tiny waves resemble wrinkles in the forehead of the sky
Reflected on the water
Desolate, unreadable
And the bottom of the river accumulates green frost, fish bones
Disseminated
Melancholy chrysanthemum fragrance
I didn't dare to go far, and standing on the shore, I remembered a lot
Flowing past events
For example, the grandfather who fled from the province to here
Strive against the stream
Found a place to take root and blossom
For example, the widow Zhang who drowned by mistake in the wind and moon, and
Her niece who eloped with The Boater
For example, standing in the wind
Look at the sunset as the old deceased
Oh, and a snake of memory is that this autumn river is already twilight
On the occasion of the review
The scaly light of the river
It's all me
Tears clog the spotted scars of pain
Snow Eagle
Stand on a tall green pine
You are an eagle awakened by snow
Surrounded by cold winds
In the wonderful diffusion of fog
You are covered in snow feathers, with your shoulders high and your head high
Mountains
Hide under your giant wings
Sharp eyes, like lightning, cut through the ancient loneliness
Who will "pick up a handful of lightning" for you"
"Who's going to give you the last wound?" Who always makes you
A hiss
Swoop down from the top of the mountain
You hate hell and you don't like Eros in Black
You have a pure paradise
In a quiet heart, above a clean soul
You don't say a word though
You don't want to be king in a lonely country
You've been punched through extremely though
Dirty horizons
Ah, Snow Hawk! Snow Hawk! The wind roared, and the snow did not stop
Your heartbeat
Why are you still haunted by shadows?
Snowy mountain crows
That crow
The sideburns were already showing white hair
It stood in front of a snow-capped mountain, like an ancient piece
And the tombstone with wings
It doesn't cry, it doesn't laugh
His eyes were closed, and the storm was raging in his eyes
Vicissitudes on eyelashes
Just one drop
Falling is the first awakening of a big dream
Birds in the distance, calling in the near distance
Some shouted "Happiness is small!" Some shouted
"Pain is eternal!"
Only the crow was silent, resembling cast iron
The storm is back
Snowflakes are as big as buckets, and mountains tremble
The crow stands like a nail
No shaking
Sacrifice to the Eagle
The sky is full of mourning and sacrifices
An eagle
Die in suspense
Each feather hissed
Gaze at the admiration of the steep fall of prestige
A big dream caught in the claws
Lost the gush
The clouds are as heavy as history
Can't forget the rocks that took off
Can't forget the parental sky
Tears are raging
Washed away the pupils of the sun as it faded away
I imagine if the next century is moved
Eagle, re-circling
On my wings
What kind of rainbows will be resurrected?
Wang Yueqiang, a native of Beijing, lives in Chongqing. He is the author of poetry collections such as "Dawn of Words" and "The Wind Whispers", and his poetry works have won many awards and been selected into a variety of important poetry anthologies, and he is the chief editor of "Chinese Folk Poetry Reader 2018 Poetry Volume", and the president of China Poet Magazine.
Yichuan, a well-known poetry critic and poet, whose works have appeared in newspapers and poetry anthologies such as "Stars", "Yangtze River Poetry Journal", "Poetry Tide", "Yalu River", "People's Liberation Army Daily", "People's Armed Police Alarm" and other newspapers and poetry anthologies.