Chapter 722 The motherland is a local accent
Wearing a gray windbreaker, his face was stern.
Fang Minghua remembered that the last time he saw him was 9 years ago. At that time, Bei Dao was in his thirties and was in the golden age of a man. His face was as cold as it is today, but Yu Jian couldn't hide his look. Flying.
But now, his stern face showed deep fatigue.
In these years, mainland poetry has gone through a process as short-lived as a summer flower, from its emergence to prosperity and rapid decline.
The same is true for Bei Dao's life.
From being a poet sought after by the whole people to finally leaving his hometown, now he can’t even go back to his hometown!
When Bei Dao saw Fang Minghua, a smile appeared on his face, and the two shook hands.
There are more people in the hall, about twenty or so, all Chinese with yellow skin and dark eyes, sitting and standing with coffee in their hands, chatting in low voices with people they know well, of course there are Sitting alone in silence, like Beidao.
Fang Minghua and Li Tuo were chatting. They were familiar with him and had something in common.
Although Li Tuo is not a writer, he is indeed an excellent editor and literary critic.
"Li Tuo, after the selection of the second World Chinese Literature Award began, I planned to invite you to participate in a reading class to review manuscripts. Later, I found out that you resigned and went abroad. I felt so sorry." Fang Minghua said.
"Staying at home seems to be boring, so I wanted to come out and have a look." Li Tuo smiled slightly and scanned the audience. If you look at the people who came today, most of them have the same thoughts as me. Neither are you? "
"Me? I still have to deal with some personal matters, but I will be returning to China soon. Although it is not bad here, I feel it is more free to go back. "
After listening to Fang Minghua's words, Li Tuo sighed slightly: "Yes. The material life here is much richer than at home, but in terms of spirituality, those who go abroad to engage in scientific research are doing experiments and calculations wherever they go. But we are different. We are engaged in literature. The culture and language of your mother country are your roots. If you give up your mother tongue and get close to it directly, your inspiration will easily wither. This is why our group gathers from time to time. ”
"Your words remind me of Bei Dao's words in "Xiangyin"." Fang Minghua was also very touched.
"This is what he wrote: "When I speak Chinese in front of the mirror, I feel that my motherland is a local accent. Therefore, I am terrified of the alienation caused by being far away from my motherland. "
"Yes, that's what it means. "Li Tuo nodded, then looked up at Bei Dao, who was sitting alone on the sofa, and said in a low voice.
"Bei Dao wanted to return to China the year before last, but was detained when he entered Yanjing. He was refused entry and had to come back. The specific reason was that he was unwilling to tell others and it was difficult for others to ask. ”
Fang Minghua was silent.
Before he came to this era, he had read Bei Dao's resume online and it seemed like this was the case.
It was not until his father passed away after the millennium that Bei Dao was allowed to come back for the funeral.
"Li Tuo, will it be okay for you to return to China?" Fang Minghua asked again.
"I don't have any problem. You can go back as soon as you say." Li Tuo's expression became relaxed.
"But what can I do when I go back? "Yenjing Literature" definitely can't go back. As for other magazines, to be honest, generally no one wants a "prick" like me, and I also read Not on.”
"Hey, if you want to go back, there is a magazine that I think would be a good idea for you to go to." Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and said with a smile.
"Which magazine?"
""Tianya" is run by the Qiong Provincial Writers Association."
"Where to go?!"
" Don't you know? "Tianya" has been revised! Now Han Shaogong is the president, and he asked me for a manuscript some time ago." Fang Minghua told Li Tuo in detail what Song Tangtang told him.
Li Tuo was a little moved after hearing this.
"Han Shaogong is an interesting person. He is not only a writer, but more like a thinker. The magazine "Hainan Documentary" he founded a few years ago is very good, but it is a pity that he was born at the wrong time." Li Tuo smiled. road.
"If he is in charge of "Tianya", it will probably give people a refreshing feeling."
"If you are interested, you can chat with him. I have his contact information. I guess he also welcomes literary critics like you.”
"Okay, then give it to me." Li Tuo said.
"Everyone, please be quiet." At this moment, I heard Bingling said loudly: "Now that everyone has arrived, the literary salon has officially begun. First of all, we thank Mr. Liu Junjie for providing us with such a environment!”
After saying that, Bing Ling Pa Pa Pa took the lead in applauding.
Liu Junjie is very humble, saying that we are all famous writers and literati, and I feel honored to be here as a guest. I will not disturb everyone's work. If you need anything, just ask.
There was warm applause again in the living room.
Finally, Bingling mentioned that the theme of this literary salon was poetry!
“Not long ago, the Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to the Irish poet Seamus Heaney. This is the first time since the Saint Lucian poet Derek Walcott won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1992. Two years later, the poet once again won this crown, which shows that poetry, the crown jewel of literature, is still very popular, but our Chinese poetry has begun to decline. What is the problem? How can we change the status quo? "< br>
“Many of the people here are poets, or write novels as well as poems. Everyone will share their opinions.” Bingling finally said.
After hearing this, Fang Minghua noticed that there were quite a few poets coming to the salon this time.
Yang Lian, Duoduo, Huang Xiang, Zhai Yongming, Ouyang Jianghe, and Bei Dao accounted for almost half of the people who attended the salon.
It can be said that a large number of outstanding poets in the domestic poetry circle have now emigrated abroad.
“I participated in the Rotterdam International Poetry Festival last year.” The first person to speak was a man in his forties with the pen name Duoduo and his original name was Li Shizheng. He is also one of the representatives of Mengyu poetry, and has written poems such as "Salute: 38 Poems".
Duoduo is from Yanjing, and his Mandarin has a Beijing flavor: "At this poetry festival, the famous Canadian poet Sloat gave a speech titled "Defending Poetry." It was very interesting. He said that due to commercialization and consciousness The game and conspiracy of forms have caused a serious disconnect between words and objects. Today's writing is like "a self-destructive bubble and a flower that grows without soil."
Duoduo repeated Slote's speech, Fang Minghuajing. Listening quietly.
When Duoduo mentioned the word "defend poetry," he suddenly remembered that before this era, there had been a "defend poetry" campaign in China, but it was a farce.
A recital called "Supporting Zhao Lihua's Defense of Poetry" initiated by the poet Yang Li was held at Yanjing Third Pole Bookstore. Halfway through the recital, the fat poet Su Feishu (who was a man) began to take off her coat and Pants.
When he stripped down to his white vest and black underwear, someone in the audience booed. Before most of the audience could react, Sophie Shu, who was completely naked, had already walked to the microphone in the center of the stage, holding a few pages of manuscript paper, and was about to recite poetry. However, she was immediately stopped by the management, causing chaos in the venue.
When Fang Minghua saw the news on the Internet, he suddenly felt a chill. Is this peat defending poetry or destroying poetry?
Damn it, if anyone says he is a poet now, he will be embarrassed to say hello to others.
Sad.
Duoduo quoted Slott's speech, which immediately resonated with everyone.
The proliferation of materialism caused by modern industrial civilization has had an impact on the existence of ancient cultures in all countries, especially in China. After only ten years, the prosperous poetry declined so quickly.
Fang Minghua didn’t have much emotion.
It’s okay now.
Whether it is in China or in salons like now, at least there are still people talking openly about poetry. Let’s see again in a few years?
(End of this chapter)