Chapter 34 Literary Training Center
“Haha.”
In the editorial office, Fang Yan found the submission from Lu Dacheng from a pile of letters from authors, and raised a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Is there any personal grudge? It's all business!
These poems really don’t work!
At this moment, Li Yue's sigh came to his ears.
"Why are these kinds of poems always sent to the club recently?"
"Is it a hazy poem?"
Huang Zhongguo, Ji Xiuying and others sent in for inquiry gaze.
“Yeah, these poems are really tricky.”
Li Yue shook his head helplessly.
The dialect suddenly became energetic, and what Su Ya wrote was not just hazy poetry, "Mr. Li, why do you say that?"
"Yanzi, you don't know, the poetry world is in chaos. .”
Li Yue explained that now is the time when the debate about misty poetry is the most intense. Due to social pressure, some mainstream literary journals only select and publish misty poetry carefully and to a limited extent. Most publishing houses choose to turn a blind eye. Posting is not allowed.
“What about “Today”?”
Fang Yan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Su Ya's poems, which were obviously good, were either rejected or disappeared.
The root turns out to be here!
“That is a publication created by people who write misty poems. After all, mainstream periodicals do not publish their poems, so there must be a place to publish them. The good ones are called 'private journals', and the bad ones are called 'illegal' Publications'.
Li Yue Said: "It is difficult to entertain yourself."
Wang Jie said: "But there are many poems in "Today" that are really good. When my friends and I read these poems, we felt a powerful feeling. The impact.”
"Xiao Wang, do you really understand what they wrote?"
Li Yue said with a straight face, "Misty poems are hazy, obscure, weird, and incomprehensible. It doesn't take many people to read them several times. If you don’t get the key points, you may seem to understand something half-understood, but you may not understand it at all.”
"Teacher Li, I don't agree with your opinion. I don't understand what I understand, but I can't just say it's wrong, and I can't let others express it. Master told me that different voices must be allowed to appear. . ”
Wang Jie expressed his opinion bluntly.
Seeing that the entire editorial office had turned into a debate venue, the atmosphere became more and more anxious and intense, and Fang Yan pretended to cough a few times.
"Ahem, it's a coincidence. I saw an interesting poem. Would you like to taste it?"
Li Yue and others immediately became interested and put aside the argument.
Fang Yan read Lu Dacheng's "The Peak": "On the top of the high mountain, a white cloud floated over..."
"Haha!"
In an instant, the whole room burst into laughter.
"Can this also be called poetry?"
Wang Jie wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"The whole article is nonsense, just like that limerick, 'Looks like a dog from a distance, looks like a dog up close, but walks over and sees that it is really a dog.'" Li Yue laughed and scolded: "Yanzi, Where did you hear this poem? Could it be that you made it up yourself?"
"I saw it from this manuscript."
Fang Yan shook his hand. letter.
"Then this author's poetry level has a lot of room for improvement." Li Yue directly asked him to write a rejection letter.
“No!”
Disrupted by the dialect, everyone in the editorial department turned from tit-for-tat to a collective crusade against junk poetry, especially Lu Dacheng’s poetry.
The atmosphere in the office became harmonious and harmonious.
Fang Yan asked: "Teacher Li, are there any risks if you publish your work in an illegal publication like "Today"?"
"The author should be fine, but the founder must be fine."
Li Yue shook his head and said: "Illegal publications like this may be banned one day. Last year, the 'Stars Art Exhibition' was held. It was dealt with by the Public Security Bureau. I guess the private magazine "Today" will also be suspended this year."
"What journals can accept and publish hazy poems?"
Dialect Bao. Help others to help to the end and ask Su Ya what happened.
"In the words of Misty Poems, "Poetry Exploration", "Mountain Flowers"..."
Li Yue answered one by one, "What, Yanzi, do you have any poems to publish?" He suddenly became serious, "You'd better not get involved with the poems now. Wait until the controversy in the poetry world is over before you publish them. That It’s the safest time.”
“Mr. Li, you misunderstood, it’s not me.”
Fang Yan said that he was busy writing novels all day long and didn’t have the energy at all. He was just helping him. A good friend of mine asked.
Before Li Yue could speak, Wang Jie's eyes lit up when she heard "novel": "Is it the 'Spy War' you mentioned? Where was it written? Did you take it with you? If so, , show it to me!”
“I left the manuscript at home, I didn’t take it with me.”
Facing her three fatal attacks, Fang Yan raised his hand.
"What a pity."
Li Yue and others showed regretful expressions, "Xiao Wang told us about your 'spy war' thing, and everyone is looking forward to it."< br>
Fang Yan said with a smile: "In a few days, I will probably be able to write it. I will give everyone a sneak peek when the time comes."
"How many days later? I remember you should report to the training center tomorrow, right?" Li Yue nodded when she saw him, "Yanzi, don't stay here in the afternoon. Now in the editorial office, go home and get ready.”
"You're right."
Everyone thought so, and so did Fangyan. After lunch, he rode home and packed his luggage.
Bedding, pillows, clothes, washbasin...
It takes an afternoon. Fang Yan breathed out, and when he heard the car bell ringing outside the door, he knew that Fang Hong was driving Su Ya back, and immediately called Su Ya into the house.
"What's the matter, so mysterious?"
"Your poem."
"Shhh!!"
Su Ya was shocked and kept silent. gesture.
“I finally know why your poems can’t be published!”
Fang Yan repeated Li Yue's words seriously.
“In other words, it’s not that the poems I wrote are not good, but that the journals I submitted to won’t publish hazy poems at all?” Su Ya couldn’t help but choke up, regaining her broken Taoist heart. , "Thank you, Yanzi, thank you for helping me find the true source of the rejection. Xiang!"
"You're welcome."
Fang Yan raised his hand, "Although the situation is like this, I suggest you not just submit your article to "Today".
“Why?”
"Because "Today", a private magazine, is not safe."
"Do you have any good ideas?"
"I read your poem manuscripts, and there are two poems that should not be Counting hazy poems, otherwise, submit these two poems to "Poetry Magazine", and submit the other hazy poems to "Today" separately. "Heaven", "Mountain Flowers", "Poetry Exploration", especially "Poetry Exploration", the founder of "Poetry Exploration", he is very supportive of Menglong Poetry. "
"I...I have no objection."
Su Ya suddenly stood up excitedly, "Yanzi, you, you just saved my poetry dream. I don't even know how to thank you..."
"Don't say that."
Fang Yan half-joked: "You have to be honest If you want to thank me, if you don't do this, when you become a great poet in the future, you can contribute more articles to our "Yanjing Literature and Art"? >Su Ya was amused and clenched her fists as if to punch her.
"What I said is just published."
Fang Yan stepped aside and touched the luggage with his heels.
"Anyway, no matter whether I can publish it or not, thank you!"
Su Ya stared at him straightly, noticing from the corner of her eye that large and small bags of luggage were piled on the kang, "Yanzi, Are you...going on a business trip?"
"No, I'm going to a literary school."
Fang Yan looked around and made sure that he had brought everything he needed.
"Literary training center?"
Under his introduction, Su Ya's doubts slowly cleared up and she opened her mouth, "You, why have you made progress again!"< br>
"No way, I just don't want to make progress, and there are people who are pushing me to make progress. Comrade Su Ya, you have to work harder."
"Comrade Fang Yan, I will definitely do it!"< br>
…………
The next day, early in the morning.
When Su Ya walked out of the house, Fang Yan, carrying large and small bags of luggage, stepped out of the room with Yang Xia and Fang Hong.
"Yanzi, be careful on the road!"
Hearing Su Ya's voice, Fang Yan was greatly surprised. He turned to look at the door of the left wing, but her figure had disappeared.
Without thinking too much, he went straight to the bus stop.
Take bus No. 18 and ride all the way to the terminal.
Because the literature training institute has just resumed operations and does not have its own school building, it can only be temporarily located in the dang school in Chaoyang.
It was empty all around, and I could see several villages. After walking for a while, I arrived at a place that could barely be called a "street". There was a small supply and marketing cooperative with a heavy painting hanging on the door. The cotton curtain blocks the wind.
Across the road, there is a small post office.
Fang Yan walked for three or four minutes and arrived at the school gate.
I saw a table standing not far away, with a small blackboard leaning in front of the table. The chalk words on it clearly read:
"Warmly welcome novels from the Institute of Literature Students in the creative writing class.”
"Comrade, you're here to report, right?"
An old man with a long, smiling face and thin hair is sitting behind the table, holding a pen in his hand and casting a kind gaze.
"That's right, teacher."
Fang Yan put down the luggage in his right hand and glanced at the old man and the little girl beside him, "I'm here to report."
"What's your name?" ”
“Dialect.”
“Oh, you are dialect?”
The eyes of the old man and the little girl immediately lit up.
(ps: From 1979 to 1980, the period from 1979 to 1980 was the most controversial time for Misty Poetry. The mainstream poetry circle once rejected Misty Poetry. The journal "Today" was ordered to cease operations in October 1980)
From Wang Anyi's prose "Reminiscences of the Literary Workshop".
(End of this chapter)