Writing: Childhood in Metamorphosis and the Joy of Life: The Knowledge of a Group of Poets at the End of the Century

The author is the poetry critic Xia Han, and this article is an excerpt

A young man who writes poetry tends to be precocious, and the ability to examine life in writing is almost astonishing. Mad boys belong to such poets. He wrote a song called "Life" at the age of 17. Although the poem is still very young, some sentences are already very old-fashioned, such as: "I will enter your body / In the spring / with you"; "God has changed you into my appearance / You are born again / I will be born again", and the poem also has the repeated modification of the word "blood". All this indicates that the poet has entered the metaphysical level of contemplation. Then, to be able to look down on life from this height—even mundane life—has a depth, as the mad boy wrote in "Beyond the Hospital Bed":

　　The doctor who healed my grandfather and grandmother until she died and healed me

　　- The white hair between the foreheads is warm and kind

　　Her silent comfort was much like my mom...'

In the epitome of this family's medical history, it seems that there is another manifestation of the goddess of life in the village doctor, so that the poor life can also be divided into the blessings of the heavens, which is almost an unexpected ray of sunshine obtained by the poverty fate of the Chinese countryside, and this warmth actually comes from the discovery of a teenager: "a voice" comes from the dream, from the distant night, from the empty and ancient wasteland: "Its mission is to present a picture" - for thousands of years, the peasants living in the poor countryside seem to be "pictures" Li enjoyed this illusory soothing before he was able to stubbornly multiply.

In another dimension, although the poet has a "broken heart", the head "blanks in an instant, becoming clear and transparent." / Like getting the help of a distant relative / You have actually gone to forget", here presents a layman's Buddha-consciousness realm, embodying a kind of human tolerance and self-healing. At this moment, the poet actually acts as a messenger of God, "I am in a trance / A morning / / But full of the shadow of the world." It may be said that the mad boy has wandered into the poetics of the divine, thus making his poems pure and deep, even if the poet is immersed in a kind of chewing of memories, such as in "Autumn Whispers": "Some sounds are in the distance"

　　Sighing softly at my nipple names, they

　　Like my father, my dead relatives

　　And my blooming years

More often, young people face the world, suspicious and confused, life, dreams and literature mixed together: "And the secret of more things // can no longer be opened." The spiritual intensity of the poem and the density of words tend to be dense, and for a time the mad boy entered the realm of hardship: "When I look at the lamp again, the meaning or fog it exhales / it is already a deep wall. When the poet returns to God, I am afraid that it is already another world of life, such as when he sees "a curved lip reaching out to my finger", at Hangzhou Station, he sees "a tree of magnolia blooming in the branches of the railway station"; and a never-before-seen "New Thing" makes the poet tremble and recognize: "Its skin is full of truth, / A dream-ridden utopia". Years later, "Life" is a "black cigarette butt slipping in and out of your mouth, / like a complete snoring" as absurd. It is not until the most recent poem, "January 17, 2014", that we can finally glimpse the poet's cold and complicated mind:

　　Cold water, or even colder, can extinguish the flame within.

　　Chao Lake is too small, so we use Qinghai Lake.

　　The bacon is hung on a cement pillar, which will be air-dried in the future and dried with salt grains.

　　What can be predicted is never great,

　　It is human nature to live in a determined future.

　　Why human?

　　The imprint of this trait is that he broke through the taboo and stole the fruit from the tree.

　　Eager speakers are often incoherent, and poverty and insecurity always haunt weak people.

　　So it is natural to wait or desire salvation.

　　But so what? If you don't forget the past, you can't get the future,

　　Although forgiveness existed in the first place, no one knew about it.

From this poem, it can be confirmed that there is an indelible flame in the poet's heart, which must be the fire of desire from life and destiny, unpredictable but "great", related to adventure: "breaking through taboos and stealing the fruit of the tree", so "waiting or longing for salvation" but not possible... This is how the mad child begins with the examination of life, to experience the colorful and absurd life. Undoubtedly, the Psalms became his "before the coming of age", reaping the paradox of "no longer being the truth" in kierkegaard's sense, and hopefully the mad boy's final harvest was what Milosz called "there is nothing in the world that I want to possess." / I know that no one deserves my jealousy. / No matter what misfortune I have suffered, I have forgotten " the "gift" of life.

Crazy Boy, real name Hou Songfang, later changed his name to Hou Senhan, born in 1990 in Xiayi, Henan.

He won the 26th National College Students Cherry Blossom Poetry Invitational Competition Award (sponsored by the Youth League Committee of Wuhan University).

The 8th Henan May Fourth Youth Literature and Art Medal (jointly organized by the Henan Provincial Committee of the Communist Youth League, the Henan Provincial Federation of Literature and Literature, and the Henan Provincial Department of Culture).

The first Henan Top Ten Young Emerging Poets Award (awarded by Henan Young Writers Association).

His works were selected for the "Language Newspaper. University Humanities", 2009 Chinese College Students Poetry Annual Exhibition.

Selected for the chinese post-90s poets poetry exhibition.