The first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.
After several consecutive rainy days, the autumn sun outside the window is long gone.
I was in the window, lying in bed reading a few poems about September.
Maybe it's a matter of choosing a family, I didn't read Haizi's "September" like a shimmering divine light, showing the vastness of time and space, the loneliness of the individual, and the unique personality of language construction.
"There were wildflowers on the prairie that witnessed the death of the gods
The wind is farther away than the far side
My piano whimpered and there were no tears
I return this far away to the steppe
One is called Wood and the other is called Horsetail
In the distance, only in death there is a condensation of wildflowers
The bright moon is like a mirror, hanging over the grassland, reflecting the millennium years
Riding a horse alone across the prairie."
What I read is either a mysterious text, such as Ji Timber Wolf's —
"It was a rainy day in September
It stops and falls when it rains
The sky is gray
The sky is always like this on rainy days
Believe it or not, it was that day
I thought of a good novel
It's too good for me to dare write
I still think so
That's a really good novel
As long as you don't write"
"Believe it or not", the author is to write about a rainy day first, and then write a "big thing" on a rainy day, really a "big thing", because the author really has nothing else to do, this thing is big enough, so big that he must write it into the branch of the text, write into a "really reluctant poem".
Either it is a "reluctantly difficult" text, of course, the author is not reluctant to be difficult, and it is we who are reluctant to be difficult. Is such a branch also poetry? When reading Pan's September, I believe that more than one person will be so skeptical -
"On September 1, world war II officially began
The Massacre of the French Revolution took place on September 2
On September 3, the world anti-fascists won the final victory
On September 4, the Northern Expeditionary Army was born
The First Opium War broke out on September 5
On September 6, Magellan completed the first human voyage around the world
On September 7, the Treaty of Nebuchu and the Treaty of Sinugu were signed
Dvořák was born on September 8
Mao Zedong died on September 9
September 10, Chinese Teachers' Day
On September 11, the United States suffered a terrorist attack
I had surgery in Shanghai on September 12
On September 13, Lin Biao crashed the plane to Wendur Khan
The South African Peace Agreement was signed on 14 September
On September 15, Greenpeace was founded
International Day for the Protection of the Ozone Layer, 16 September
On September 17, the world's first train ticket appeared
On September 18, Japanese armored vehicles invaded Shenyang
On September 19, Egypt regained sovereignty over the Suez Canal
On September 20, the Constitution of the People's Republic of China was promulgated and implemented
World Peace Day, 21 September
On September 22, Lincoln drafted the Emancipation Proclamation of Black Slavery
On September 23, Galle discovered Neptune
On September 24, the United States extracted dinosaur genetic material for the first time
On September 25, my hometown discovered the Daqing oil field
World Contraceptive Day, 26 September
World Tourism Day, 27 September
On September 28, Confucius was born in Qufu
World Walking Day, 29 September
September 30th is the day of October 1st."
When dali, a foreign space of guest residence, came and went, such as disease, family affection, life and death, etc., they directly participated in the generation of almost every new work of Pan Shuchen, as he said, "My poems are all grown out of life." But where did this poem like "Baidu Encyclopedia" grow? If poetry can be written in this way, it seems that every day and every month can be written in this way, after all, the history of mankind is too long, and the stories of the human world are too complicated. It's just that many people prefer Mr. Pan's work like "Affection Can Continue to Live", "Love the things you love / Love the people you love / Affectionate hot / It is best to be unreserved... Affection can renew / at least / it is affectionately renewed / my life. "People prefer poets to show their deep faith in poetry.
Poetry critic Jin Ruping jin Ruping praised the true poetry writer so much, "You live a wider and richer life than we do. But it is precisely because of abundance that the lack of spirit and flesh is infinitely felt, and because of this scarcity, the greedy thirst for the richness of life is even more intense. "
While enjoying such praise, poetry writers cannot regard themselves as the darling of the complacent God, or the victor prophet of life, but need to perceive life more sensitively, to integrate into life, to capture the precious true poetry, even if it ends up in the black hole of time, leaving no trace.
Otherwise, poetry writers can only be fanciful and write general works out of thin air, so that the real poetry is buried, just like Jin Ruping wrote, "Snow, snow, white snow, your mourning clothes of the earth are boundless"; so that the reader can only selectively escape, just like the following poem "September" wrote, "Mother, I rushed to escape"——
"Walking on the road (and sometimes, I'm a poet.) ）
Suddenly I felt a hiss behind my back
Looking back, a huge abyss
Staring at me
, I ran away
Throw in a burning detonator."
