Chapter 190 Poetry about science fiction, science fiction about poetry
Fang Minghua also remained silent.
Ai Qing was quite satisfied when he saw everyone like this, but of course he needed someone to express his support clearly.
Then I saw Fang Minghua sitting at the very edge.
Compared to other judges’ status and origins in the poetry world, Fang Minghua’s current qualifications are very low.
He is only 24 years old, and he is just the deputy editor of a magazine, and "Yanhe" magazine is not famous for poetry.
If it weren't for the "Poetry Issue for College Students" published by "Yanhe" this summer, which caused a sensation and made him famous in the poetry world, at the same time, the theoretical level of the article "Poetic Imagery in the Post-Misty Poetry Era" It is very high and has guiding significance for the development of domestic poetry. The jury will not invite him this time.
Of course there is another reason: youth is advocated everywhere now, and these judges, who are all in their forties and fifties, also need someone young to support their appearance.
In the past few days, Fang Minghua has been relatively low-key, not as arrogant as some very talented young people, which makes Ai Qing quite satisfied.
He likes obedient juniors.
"Comrade Xiao Fang, please tell me your opinion." Ai Qing directly named him, with a kind expression on his face; "Xiao Fang, you have also seen that we speak freely in our discussions. Say what you want, and it doesn't matter if you are wrong."< br>
Really?
Fang Minghua didn't intend to speak at first, but he didn't expect that the other party actually asked him to speak by name.
I can remain silent, but I cannot speak without conscience.
So he smiled, stood up and said: "Since Director Ai said to speak freely, let me say a few words. I think that as the most authoritative poetry award in the country, ensuring fairness and justice is the most basic requirement. Since the rules for this selection have been announced to the public a long time ago, we must strictly follow them.”
As soon as these words came out, the judges in the conference room started talking in low voices.
Although Fang Minghua did not say anything clearly, everyone knew that he was talking about Ai Qing's unfair treatment of Shu Ting and Gu Cheng's poetry collection.
Ai Qing's expression suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, he was against her opinion!
But he quickly returned to normal, looking at Fang Minghua with awl-like eyes,
"Comrade Xiaofang, let me ask you, Shu Ting and Gu Cheng wrote a book, each of them chose themselves The best poems are combined into a poetry collection to participate in the selection. This is like fighting in a martial arts book. Two people come up and beat one person. Is this fair? "
"Yes."
The judges began to discuss in low voices again. Although Ai Qing was a bit domineering in handling this matter, there was some truth to it.
Fang Minghua looked very calm, looked at the other party and said, "It's not fair."
Huh?
This?
Fang Minghua suddenly said this and stunned everyone again. Do you agree or disagree with Ai Qing's opinion?
Seeing a smile on Ai Qing's face and just about to speak, Fang Minghua spoke first: "It's not fair, but it's not Shu Ting and Gu Cheng's fault, it's our fault! It's us who made the decision The award rules are wrong!”
“If the selection rules clearly stated that poetry collections of two or more people were not allowed to participate, how could this situation have happened today?”
Holy shit! !
Fang Minghua’s words are a bit heartbreaking.
Although he said it was "the fault of those of us who made the rules for the awards," the competition rules for the Poetry Award were actually drafted by Ai Qing and approved by everyone.
Aren’t you just slapping yourself in the face?
“I’m done.” Fang Minghua said and sat down.
"I think what Comrade Xiaofang said makes sense. Since we have made rules, we must act in accordance with them."
The speaker was Feng Zhi, who was also a very qualified veteran. poet.
Where there is the first person, there will be the second person, and the people behind will express their opinions one after another, quickly forming a one-sided phenomenon.
Originally, there were 10 votes in favor of this collection of poems, which shows that most people still like this collection of poems, but no one raised their voice to oppose it.
In the end, Ai Qing had to respect everyone's opinions and listed this collection of poems as the target of the award-the lowest third prize. The selection of the first, second and third prizes for the poetry collection means that the glorious mission of the judges is coming to an end. In the evening, the Writers Association specially set up two tables, and the leaders of the Writers Association came to entertain the judges and the staff of this selection. Wine is a comfort to everyone.
Compared with the bickering in the afternoon, it was much more relaxed during dinner in the evening. Everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was lively.
Zhang Zhong'e also sat with Fang Minghua when eating. He smiled and said, "Editor Fang, you are really amazing. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."
Really?
Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.
The reason why you are not afraid of tigers is because you are young and ignorant and don’t know how powerful tigers are!
Actually, he also understood that if he offended Ai Qing, he would probably have a hard time in the poetry world. At the very least, he would definitely not be able to participate in the next literary award jury.
But it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter if you participate in the literary award judging panel or not.
Everyone chatted while eating, and naturally they couldn’t do without poetry and literature. They talked from domestic to foreign countries, and finally talked about the Nobel Prize in Literature, which was very lively.
“Hey, have you heard that this year’s Nobel Prize in Literature has been announced, and the winner is Jaroslav Seifert, a poet from Czechoslovakia!” said Shao Yanxiang, editor-in-chief of Poetry magazine.
“A poet again? Poets have won so many awards in recent years.” Zhang Zhong’e interjected, revealing his treasures:
"In 1974, the Swedish poet Edmund Martinson won the prize. In 1975, the Italian poet Eugenio Montale won the prize. In 1977, the Spanish poet Alessandro Melo won the prize. In 1979 and 1980, the prize was awarded for two consecutive years. They were given to Greek and Polish poets respectively. "
Everyone was very happy to hear this. Although they are foreign poets, they are also fellow poets.
“I like Edmund Martinson’s poems the most, and “Aniara” has simply become a landmark work in the history of Swedish literature.” Feng Zhi said.
“Aniara? That’s a science fiction poetry collection.”
A science fiction poetry collection?
Fang Minghua was interested when he heard it, but he had never heard of it.
So he asked: "Director Feng, what is "Aniala" specifically about?"
"It consists of about 100 poems. It mainly tells the story of the earth's destruction due to nuclear pollution. It has become unsuitable for human survival, so 8,000 survivors took a spaceship to other planets, and the name of this spacecraft was "Aniala". "
"But the spacecraft broke down and ended up drifting aimlessly in space. Hey, Xiao Fang, don't you write science fiction novels? You can go and have a look, it’s very interesting. "
"Okay, I'll borrow it for a look when it's free. ”
It was just a matter of chatting at the dinner table. Ai Qing, who was sitting at the top, listened and silently looked at Fang Minghua, who was sitting at the bottom. He was still unhappy about what happened at noon, but he was an elder and couldn't hold on to the younger generation, but It’s hard to swallow this breath in my heart.
Now when I heard Fang Minghua say this, I suddenly thought of something. He smiled and said to Fang Minghua: "Comrade Xiao Fang, don't you like science fiction? You can also write a set of science fiction poems. Maybe you can get a Nobel Prize in the future. The Bell Prize.”
Someone laughed, and everyone heard that this was a satire.
It is estimated that Edmund Martinson is the only one who has won awards for his science fiction poems. There is no one who has done it before and there is probably no one who will come after him.
Fang Minghua smiled after hearing this: "Director Ai, are you mistaken? I am just a poetry editor. I have published a few short poems. In your eyes, I am not a poet at all. You are the one in the poetry world. Taishan Beidou, if I were to win the prize, it should be you.”
this?
Ai Qing was suddenly choked.
What a sharp-tongued guy, but he was defeated again!
Fang Minghua looked at the other person's face and continued: "But what you said reminded me that you can write poetry about science fiction, why can't you write science fiction about poetry?"
There will be a recommendation for tomorrow. , so I published five chapters and ten thousand words.
(End of this chapter)