Capture the hu strings of the moment, and construct two spatial meanings
Text/Ichikawa
Observed from the whole, the most difficult thing to awaken is the concrete moment between the living space and the natural space, the collision of the quarks distributed in space by relying on the friction of language symbols to produce spirituality. It is a kind of inflection point inward bending of the "virtual extension", which is not necessarily unable to take the pulse of the author's intentions from the language, but this in turn derives a certain natural truth from the summary of personal language experience, which is a poetic "wormhole" provided by the Huxian text.
A "butterfly" gravitational field is formed inside the living space, "through the grass, vines, spasms" to glue reason and sensibility into one, the dimensions continue to shrink and expand, and the shell of the mind is constantly transferred in the two spaces" thrown into the air again and again, making it recover from dazedness /the ability to think. This ability, while not a true ascent or descent, provides an ontology close to the space of life and space of nature within the poem. Looking at the past from such a textual gesture, we can find fragments of the rapid demise of life from everyday existence, "like being in a gust of wind" and finding "another life".
The figurative relationships of the image construct a sparkling living space, and each wave enhances the thickness of the being in the surface and internal metaphors. While maintaining a certain distance from traditional realism, it opens up the imagination of reality in the essential dimension of "existence", or can be understood as a supplement to reality, "grass and trees feed on ashes/secrets, lone peaks are calm, and wave versions are different." The after-effects of a mirror are empty/ and unfathomable. The "realism" understood in this way is more deeply embodied in human ethical relations, and is more willing to penetrate the surface of realism's suffering and extend the ultimate concern to the deep structure of static life space.
This is a delicate tenderness, the functional deconstruction of the liquid in the "mountain", "moss", "plantain", "great lake", "street", this fully soft substance, after closing the eyes, can still link the sound from the language symbols to the deep part of the mind. Thinking that this has become a more noble part of a period of high homogenization, he stands behind the more minority observers and examines the moisture in the air calmly or closely coldly, and with all that is available for awareness, he looks at the tension and harmony of living space and natural space.
This is the brave calmness and loneliness, the need to strike the torque between tradition and modernity, this kind of knocking does not emit any light and sound, and the projected repercussions will only penetrate deep into the intersessity between living space and natural space again, which is the detachment of Hu Xian's text, and some kind of invisible responsibility is summarized, as the poem explains" It understands observation, and in the years that follow." ”
The birth of the light no longer embodies concrete meaning, but more importantly the perception and action of intersubjectivity, which has become a key to understanding the text of the husstring: "The ladder is bright and almost invisible, moving slowly and understanding this long stillness as a moment." ”
Attached: Hu Xian's poetry works
Insects in amber
It learned to observe, in the years that followed.
The panic, the fear, a slowly solidifying thing sucked them away,
It even sucked away its death, making it look lifelike.
"You're almost alive," it said to itself, "except."
Can't move, can't grow old little by little, everything is the same as before. ”
It was strange to itself that it still had new ideas, and cautiously
Keep these thoughts in your heart so as not to be sucked away
The absolute calm around its body cannot
Store any ideas.
Light casts its shadow into the outside world as if it were casting some kind of desire.
Its compound eyes know countless desires such as
There was always a ladder that was put under its immovable paws.
The ladder was bright and almost invisible, moving slowly and understanding the long stillness as an instant.
Sky pool in the snow
To burn the aftermath is water.
Sinking wood and floating in
The stones on the surface of the water are all lonely.
In the ruins, the power used for destruction disappeared.
In human affairs, it is inevitable that the snow and ice will be full of ice and snow.
Grass and trees feed on the secrets of ashes,
Lone Peak is calm, and the wave version is different.
The after-effects of a mirror are empty
and unfathomable.
There is no one blue
It can fulfill the desire of this sky in the water.
The snow stopped and the wind stopped. White things
Now it's part of the mind: they stop
Long sleep in the mountains.
Past
Plantains are fat. Camellias fell to the ground.
In the haze, I heard that the rain was still falling, and I heard
A song that has never been heard before, in which,
A past life that hides mysterious things.
And the sleeping person is like a stubborn stone, for example,
Not far away, the one in the mountain stream, let the flowing water,
Exchange the moss-stained whisper for a snoring sound.
And along the edge of the dream, flowing water
Keep going down, to get out of the mountain,
Eventually, he slowed down and merged into the Great Lake.
That was the great lake we dreamed of yesterday, being covered
When dreaming again, it was a little strange, in order
Matched with the rain, pretending to be a silent instrument,
Deposit yourself
The valley is empty of the depths of the hearing.
butterfly
Shivering clusters of light, butterflies
From a deep place
Floating to bright surfaces:
- an ancient, sinful relic,
Through the grass, vines, spasms,
irrationality...... Put the crease
Throw air again and again to lift it out of dazedness
Restore the ability to think.
On the wings, dense patterns are fighting
Make its lines, sometimes
Fold your body and don't move, like you're in a gust of wind
Just left in time.
When it is reopened, the inside is empty,
Didn't have anything we wanted.
- That's repeated again and again
Butterflies fly by, as if
In the nothingness outside the echo, it has been obtained
Another lifetime.
Hu Xian, formerly known as Hu Chuanyi, now lives in Nanjing and is the editor-in-chief of the Yangtze River Poetry Journal. Famous poet and essayist. Published poems "Hourglass", "Empty Staircase", essay collection "The Man Who Can Never Return Home", etc. He has won the Rougang Poetry Award, wen Yiduo poetry award, Xu Zhimo poetry award, Tencent Academy literature award, Huadi Literature List Annual Poetry Award, poetry journal, October, works and other magazines of the year poetry award, with "hourglass" won the Lu Xun Literature Award.
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.