Chinese poets have yet to write a great memoir. In other words, the existing memoirs of poets are not worthy of their suffering. "Time" and "reality" are a pair of millstones that are enough to turn courage and the history of poetry premised on courage into a handful of powder. Yes, there have been many times when we have seen that poets have the power of insight, but the terrible thing is that they also have the ability to waste this insight. Moreover, as they become older, especially as they become famous, their demands on art become more and more relaxed.
- Ji Xian
Through the above passage, perhaps you can understand what kind of person Ji Xian is, and what his character and cognition are.
As the founder of the Taiwan Modern Poetry Society, Ji Xian (formerly known as Lu Yue, pen name Louis) is a great poet on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and one of the earliest poets in the Chinese poetry circle to advocate the modernist poetic style. He absorbed the excellent skills of the modern school, used them flexibly, and achieved a kind of casual and generous style. Ji Xian was an advocate of modernist poetry, and he advocated writing poems of "master knowledge" and emphasizing "horizontal transplantation". The poetry is bright, good at mockery, and playful. His poems are extremely charming and innovative, which has made later scholars compete to emulate them and become a banner of Taiwan's poetry scene.
His published poems include The Collected Poems of Yi shi, The City of Fire, Thirty Years Ago, The Boy Who Picked the Stars, The Hermit Poems, The Evening Scene, and The Song of the Peninsula.
His poems are simple and pure, and deserve our careful taste and recitation.
Let's take a look at a few of Ji Xian's poems.
1, "The Wolf's Solo Step"
I am a lone wolf in the wilderness.
Not a prophet, no half-word sigh.
And Heng has been extremely long with a few mournful voices
Shake the empty world of nothingness,
Make the heavens and the earth tremble as if they were malaria;
And blowing a cool breeze, a fluttering:
It's a kind of addiction.
(One-sentence comment: Reading such a poem is a kind of enjoyment and an addiction in itself.) Although the wolf is lonely, the wolf does not sigh, but only roars to the sky. ）
2, "Walking on Earth"
Walking on earth,
Alone,
I raised my black cane,
And put it heavy on the spot
On the solid and cold crust,
Let the people who inhabit there
You can hear a faint noise,
Thus perceives my presence.
(One sentence comment: The poet's heart is not only sensitive, but also open, he regards the earth as a daily life under his feet, shrinking it into a small object to consider, so he also feels the possibility of existence.) ）
3, "The Human World"
Those who can't see the sun,
Give him a light!
Those who spit on the bronze statue,
Let him also become a bronze statue!
And everyone who can talk and laugh
Cute little girl,
Please hold the ugly duckling Mickey Mouse and the bear
Come into my spring garden;
As long as it's not plastic it's not nylon
It's not celluloid, either.
You can eat the guava on my tree.
(One sentence comment: The poem feels like a child, back to a state of innocence and romance, and he and nature, small animals, especially cute little girls, became the best friends.) ）
4, "Twilight"
It's dusk again.
My wife went to buy rice, and I was left alone
Cloudy windows.
The trumpets in the barracks,
Blowing is the sadness of May.
Thinking about heavy days.
Thinking of those who are sad makes people cry
Far away.
Alas, this is broken...
You taught me what to sing, and what to do
Tune singing!
(One-sentence comment: This poem seems to be lifelike, but it is actually very transcendent, pointing directly to the human heart, memory and reality are intertwined, and we have to face the distant place of sentimentality and tears.) ）