Chapter 333 Top ten poets gather in Chengdu
This?
Fang Minghua also came quietly this time and did not alert anyone, so the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association did not know.
How did the editor-in-chief of "Stars" poetry magazine know about it?
Seeing Fang Minghua’s confused look, Yang Xiao smiled and said, “I didn’t say that. According to what you mean, I didn’t even tell Chairman Zhou of the Provincial Writers Association.”
Chairman Zhou is Zhou Keqin. He has met Fang Minghua several times and has a relatively good relationship with him.
Is that what Zhao Muchun said?
It is possible.
Zhao Muchun came to the celebration as the chief poetry editor of "Yanhe" magazine. He also knew that he was coming to Chengdu to attend the Galaxy Award ceremony.
Forget it, just stay one more day.
Bai Hang is also a sixty-year-old man, a famous poet, and the founder of the poetry magazine "Stars".
Fang Minghua stayed in Chengdu for one night, and went to the "Stars" poetry magazine the next morning. In an office on the second floor, Fang Minghua met Bai Hang and Ma Shitu, chairman of the Sichuan Writers Association. There were two other chairmen, but this time Zhou Keqin did not come.
Last year Fang Minghua came to Chengdu to attend the Galaxy Awards ceremony, which alarmed Ma Shitu. This time Ma Shitu saw Fang Minghua and shook hands with a smile: "Chairman Fang, I just heard Editor Bai say that you are also coming to Chengdu. Look, You were sneaking around last time, and you were sneaking around again this time. If Editor Bai hadn’t asked Yang Xiao to keep you, you would have slipped away again.”
Fang Minghua was suddenly embarrassed, so he had to explain this time! , I came to Chengdu for personal matters, and I didn’t dare to disturb Chairman Ma, Editor Bai, and the others. I wanted to rush back immediately because of work matters, so I didn’t want to disturb you.
A few people exchanged greetings, and then a staff member came in and said that the meeting was about to begin, and all leaders were invited to come up.
"Leaders, please." Bai Hang made a gesture of invitation.
Fang Minghua followed the leaders of the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association to the third floor. There were enthusiastic fans of the poet in the corridor, and he finally cleared a passage to let everyone in.
Fang Minghua entered the conference room and took a look:
Huh.
The layout of the conference room was also simple. There was a banner hanging on the wall that read "China. Star Poetry" "Festival" are the big characters, and there is a row of tables with melon seeds, peanuts and fruits on them.
Why is it so similar to the Galaxy Awards ceremony next door?
Of course the atmosphere is much more fanatical.
When the leaders entered, they naturally shook hands with the award-winning poets.
Here, Fang Minghua only met Bei Dao and Gu Cheng once. That was in the spring of 1981. Fang Minghua won the second prize in a poetry contest held by "Contemporary" and went to Yanjing to receive the award and met his fellow award-winners. Bei Dao and Gu Cheng.
But we won’t have much contact with each other in the future.
Handshakes, pleasantries.
For poets like Bei Dao and Shu Ting, Fang Minghua still respected them very much and respectfully called them "Teacher Bei Dao and Teacher Shu Ting."
Bei Dao said that he did not dare to take it seriously, and he felt emotional in his heart.
When I first met him five years ago, he was still an unknown young man, but now he is the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association and the editor-in-chief of a magazine! During this period, he published several novels, one of which even won the Mao Dun Literary Award!
After shaking hands with the poets, Fang Minghua, Ma Shitu, and Bai Hang sat at the leadership table. He looked around.
Ha. I unexpectedly met an acquaintance again.
Shang Zhongmin!
Fang Minghua and Shang Zhongmin knew each other when he first served as the deputy editor in charge of poetry. He held a special issue of "Contemporary College Student Poetry". Because of the concept of poetry, Shang Zhongmin, who was still a student at Chongqing University at the time, Dissatisfied, he rushed from Chongqing to Xijing, where he and Fang Minghua had a "sword discussion" with thousands of students in the auditorium of Xida, and each proposed his own theory of poetry.
Of course, no one can convince anyone.
I didn’t expect to meet you again today.
Fang Minghua smiled at him as a greeting, and Shang Zhongmin also waved generously, which attracted the attention of a young man next to Shang Zhongmin.
"Zhong Min, who is this guy sitting on the rostrum?"
"Wan Xia, you didn't pay attention when Editor Bai introduced it just now? He is Fang Minghua!"< br>
"Is he the one who went to Xijing to debate at Xida two years ago? He came to Chengdu today? Damn it, I have to talk to him carefully today!" Wan Xia was gearing up.
Wan Xia is also a poet. He co-created the "manghanism" poetry genre with Li Yawei, Hu Yu, Hu Dong, Ma Song and others from Shu Province.
The reckless style abandons elegance, advocates the restoration of the meaning of life, and opposes the subjective beautification of the world through poetry. The language is humorous, ironic, witty and ridiculing, and is characterized by the pursuit of the original ecology of life.
“Trouble, destroy or even blow up closed or pseudo-open cultural and psychological structures!” This is the declaration of recklessness.
After hearing Wan Xia's words, Shang Zhongmin hurriedly whispered: "Don't mess around! Fang Minghua is not easy to mess with! Our target today is them!" After saying this, Shang Zhongmin glanced at where he was sitting. Opposite row of award-winning poets: Bei Dao! Shu Ting! Gu Cheng! .
Sitting opposite the top ten poets who won the award were famous young poets from Shu Province such as Shang Zhongmin, Wan Xia, Hu Dong, etc. There were more than twenty of them!
Fang Minghua had heard the other party's name, but he only knew one person, Shang Zhongmin, and Bai Hang quietly introduced the others.
It is indeed the land of abundance where Li Taibai and Su Dongpo came from, the home of poetry and books.
Fang Minghua felt emotional after hearing this.
But, is it true that poetry is a bit distorted by their generation?
Neo-traditionalism", "holism", "non-nonism", "recklessism". There are so many poetry schools, why don't they inherit the charm of Li Taibai and Su Dongpo?
According to the arrangement of the organizing committee, this morning is mainly a poetry exchange meeting. The "Top Ten Poets" and some local Sichuan poets will have some discussions on the development of today's poetry.
As the host of the meeting, Bai Hang introduced Bei Dao and the others to everyone present after a simple opening speech.
Actually, the names of these people are familiar to everyone, and many of them have only heard of their names but not seen their names. Today, when I saw the deity, every time one of them was introduced, the audience burst into warm applause.
Then the "Top Ten Poets" were invited to recite their own poems. From left to right, the first one to stand up was Shu Ting. She recited one of her poems with a slight Fujian accent. The first poem "Singing Iris"
My sadness is because of your shining
A faint halo of light rose up.
On your chest
I have become a singing iris
The breeze of your breath blows me
The poem is very long, But when Shu Ting recited, the venue was quiet. Everyone listened carefully until the recitation was completed, and warm applause broke out.
So beautiful!
Following him was Gu Cheng, who was shy as usual. He stood up and recited his popular short poem "A Generation":
The night gave me a pair of black eyes.
But I use it to find the light...
This poem has become a classic, and almost everyone present has heard it, but when it was recited by the author himself, it still sounded so exciting. .
"Gu Cheng, I love you!" Suddenly a girl couldn't help but screamed, and the venue burst into laughter.
However, although the girl's face was flushed, she had no intention of running away. Instead, she looked at Gu Cheng with bright eyes, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
The hot girls in Sichuan Province are really spicy.
Fortunately, I haven’t said again like those girls in later generations: "I want to give you a monkey..."
The last one to appear was Bei Dao.
As one of the soul figures of the Misty Poetry School and the standard-bearer of the Yanjing side of the two major poetry camps, his appearance is naturally more meaningful.
The venue suddenly became quiet.
What he recited today was his new work "Daydream":
You did not come back as expected
And this is the meaning of parting
A journey of love
Sometimes it’s like smoking
Simple
The basement is empty to guard you
…..
...
Bei Dao was reciting affectionately, and suddenly someone shouted: "That's enough!"
Bewilderedly, before everyone could react, they heard the man say: "Bei Dao, you What do you write? It’s long, verbose, and incomprehensible... Come on, your time has passed!”
It’s Wan Xia!
The other party started to attack and pointed the finger directly at Bei Dao!
(End of this chapter)