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《关于诗的七问七答》
文/ 山城子

星子要做个调查，就诗的问题列出三项共7个问号。
坐在屏前，阳光拂窗，桂香满室，心情愉悦，我欣然答卷。

1、什么是诗？
答曰：诗乃心动而行列的语言艺术。
——心动于喜怒哀乐，谓之抒情；动于事件，谓之叙事，动于涵盖，谓之哲理，动于器物，谓之咏物，动之景点，谓之旅游。
——心动实于内，言表纹于外，诗乃成。

2、诗对你的意义？
答曰：我人生的雅伴儿。

3、你的灵感从何而来？
答曰：小从生活琐碎，大自天地人生，心有动而来。

4、能谈谈什么样的诗，评委们欣赏？
答曰：评委们都带着贵重的眼镜，须弄清颜色，综合近似的多数所呈现的色彩，小心翼翼地涂上你的分行。（太费工夫，行为品质的折射也不宜诗人操作。）

5、如何写好诗？
答曰：标准实难统一。但在自己的水平线上，有所突破，就是比较好的诗。
——问题是如何突破？一要扎实生活，二要扎实功底，三要学习借鉴，四要心无旁骛，五要反复修改。

6、你最喜欢什么？
答曰：我最喜欢诗人们把用心结成的集子寄赠给我，且能让我爱不释手。比如周承强、李长空、、利子、、阿吾、穆桂荣、罗锡文、杨光、白沙、北野等等。

7、谁是你喜欢的诗人？
答曰：这个代词“谁”，在这里对我是复数。那些逝去又活着的没想当诗人而成了诗人的诗人我喜欢；那些活着的不能平视他人、游离百姓的诗人我不会很喜欢。

2007-9-15下午临屏。
_________________
诗是人生的雅伴儿。
山城茶居：http://coviews.com/weblog.php?w=46

[[*****]]

《关于诗的七问七答》
文/ 山城子

星子要做个调查，就诗的问题列出三项共7个问号。
坐在屏前，阳光拂窗，桂香满室，心情愉悦，我欣然答卷。

1、什么是诗？
答曰：诗乃心动而行列的语言艺术。
——心动于喜怒哀乐，谓之抒情；动于事件，谓之叙事，动于涵盖，谓之哲理，动于器物，谓之咏物，动之景点，谓之旅游。
——心动实于内，言表纹于外，诗乃成。

2、诗对你的意义？
答曰：我人生的雅伴儿。

3、你的灵感从何而来？
答曰：小从生活琐碎，大自天地人生，心有动而来。

4、能谈谈什么样的诗，评委们欣赏？
答曰：评委们都带着贵重的眼镜，须弄清颜色，综合近似的多数所呈现的色彩，小心翼翼地涂上你的分行。（太费工夫，行为品质的折射也不宜诗人操作。）

5、如何写好诗？
答曰：标准实难统一。但在自己的水平线上，有所突破，就是比较好的诗。
——问题是如何突破？一要扎实生活，二要扎实功底，三要学习借鉴，四要心无旁骛，五要反复修改。

6、你最喜欢什么？
答曰：我最喜欢诗人们把用心结成的集子寄赠给我，且能让我爱不释手。比如周承强、李长空、、利子、、阿吾、穆桂荣、罗锡文、杨光、白沙、北野等等。

7、谁是你喜欢的诗人？
答曰：这个代词“谁”，在这里对我是复数。那些逝去又活着的没想当诗人而成了诗人的诗人我喜欢；那些活着的不能平视他人、游离百姓的诗人我不会很喜欢。

2007-9-15下午临屏。
_________________
诗是人生的雅伴儿。
山城茶居：http://coviews.com/weblog.php?w=46

[风动]

回答星子的提问：

什么是诗？
诗，就是你当下最想说又说不出的话。说不出来，憋在心里，卡在此岸，是灵感的酝酿；说出来了，就抵达沟壑的彼岸。诗，是一朵花，精美的语言是她的绿叶。诗的语言是浓缩的外衣。恰如其分的语言是体现美的外形。内涵的深邃必须借助语言的隧道抵达思想的圣地，必须借助语言的翅膀翱翔在意象的天空。

它对你的意义？
诗，可以是心灵的良伴，但不是唯一的通道。

你的灵感从何而来？
灵感，和我无关。它是高度敏感的心和粗糙的外界磨擦的火花。

什么样的诗，评委们欣赏？
评委们知道，我不知道。我更不想知道。

如何写好诗？
我也想知道这个答案。

谁是你喜欢的诗人？
认识，并想进一步认识其诗歌作品的，是我喜欢的诗人。

2007-9-15

[[风动]]

回答星子的提问：

什么是诗？
诗，就是你当下最想说又说不出的话。说不出来，憋在心里，卡在此岸，是灵感的酝酿；说出来了，就抵达沟壑的彼岸。诗，是一朵花，精美的语言是她的绿叶。诗的语言是浓缩的外衣。恰如其分的语言是体现美的外形。内涵的深邃必须借助语言的隧道抵达思想的圣地，必须借助语言的翅膀翱翔在意象的天空。

它对你的意义？
诗，可以是心灵的良伴，但不是唯一的通道。

你的灵感从何而来？
灵感，和我无关。它是高度敏感的心和粗糙的外界磨擦的火花。

什么样的诗，评委们欣赏？
评委们知道，我不知道。我更不想知道。

如何写好诗？
我也想知道这个答案。

谁是你喜欢的诗人？
认识，并想进一步认识其诗歌作品的，是我喜欢的诗人。

2007-9-15

[星子]

再加几个以前诗人的。。。

Edgar Allan Poe believed poetry was " the rhythmical creation of beauty"

Robert Frost, poetry was " a reaching out toward expression, an effort to find fulfillment"

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the best minds, the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth."
_________________

[[ANNA]]

再加几个以前诗人的。。。

Edgar Allan Poe believed poetry was " the rhythmical creation of beauty"

Robert Frost, poetry was " a reaching out toward expression, an effort to find fulfillment"

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the best minds, the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth."
_________________

[星子]

To Emily Dickinson, poetry was...

My letter to the World
That never wrote to Me--
The simple News that Nature Told--
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see
For love of Her--Sweet--countrymen--
Judge tenderly--of Me.
_________________

[[ANNA]]

To Emily Dickinson, poetry was...

My letter to the World
That never wrote to Me--
The simple News that Nature Told--
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see
For love of Her--Sweet--countrymen--
Judge tenderly--of Me.
_________________

[星子]

The word poem comes from an ancient Greet word meaning "to make, compose"

The implication is important: Poetry is made and the poet is the maker.
_________________

[[ANNA]]

The word poem comes from an ancient Greet word meaning "to make, compose"

The implication is important: Poetry is made and the poet is the maker.
_________________

[Lake]

我人简单所以也喜欢简单的。下面是我读到的两句话：

"So what's the difference between poetry and regular writing anyway?"--Simple yet very profound question.

那么诗歌和一般的文字到底有什么区别？

"I guess it's the difference between singing and speaking."--trying to explain without sounding like a pedant, Bruce Guernsey(Chief Editor of The Spoon River Poetry Review) answered as simply as they had asked.

我想就是唱和说的区别。

[[Lake]]

我人简单所以也喜欢简单的。下面是我读到的两句话：

"So what's the difference between poetry and regular writing anyway?"--Simple yet very profound question.

那么诗歌和一般的文字到底有什么区别？

"I guess it's the difference between singing and speaking."--trying to explain without sounding like a pedant, Bruce Guernsey(Chief Editor of The Spoon River Poetry Review) answered as simply as they had asked.

我想就是唱和说的区别。

[anna]

1. What is poetry?


Poetry was conceived around the fire tells of our ancestors. Poetry is rooted in our common bond of language, and involves us in the discovery of how good language can taste, sound, and mean. Poetry is the way we learn to communicate emotion, the ineffable, and our longing for something beyond our own existence. Poetry is a path that slows us, deepens our knowing, offers us a way to be without doing, see without speaking, observe what is and create what isn't. Poetry may slow us down long enough to breathe, to listen, to appreciate, to conjur, to embrace the world in all its beauty and mystery. Poetry is the word music that aids us in retaining a childlike wonder, and connects us to traditions of wisdom. Poetry has the power to stir and move us, deepen our human concern, heal our narrowness, and heighten our awareness.

(Note to self: Poetry as play: a section, or better yet, separate essay for another time)



2. What does poetry mean to you?


Poetry is the essence of being human. We are language makers. We are poietes - the makers. When we are creating, shaping, translating the world into brush strokes on the page, we touch the mysteries of the universe. The stories, the fables, the histories and novels are all very important, and enjoy them we do - but poetry is the heart and core of every other vehicle of literature. It can reduce a thousand years of writing and conversation and life into three finely tuned lines. It can hone all the garrulous speech of humans down to one bright line, one shining image. What does poetry mean to me? It means we have a root connection between us. We are language makers, and with skill, we may capture the essence of human experience, the wonder of natural beauty, or the harsh reality of our 21st century world in the metaphors and images of a tightly woven poem. This art form intentionally slows time without the mediation of a camera and preserves a portion of the ephemeral beauty around us. And, as with all art, poetry filters the universal through a particular perspective, ever remaining a truly human process.


3. Where does your inspiration come from?


Music, nature, getting my hands dirty in the garden, children, life, the unexpected in-breaking of the absurd, the rush of hormones that enlivens desire, the painful experiences of loss, but most of all from

. . . other authors, such as Ha Jin, Daniel Dennett, Ed Hirsch, Jane Hirshfield, Lewis Hyde, Philip Roth, to name just a few. Not only other poets, but novelists, mythologists, scientists, philosophers, writers of all sorts. Music once functioned this way for me, but not so much anymore. The in-spirit-ing, the breathing in of the cosmos, often occurs in conversation with someone else, or in the early morning solitude when no one else is awake and the house is still and my ideas rumble along the tracks like a locomotive without brakes - at times even leaving the tracks. It can be as simple a stimulus as leaves rustling in the wind, swallows dancing on the thermals above insect burgeoning Spring creeks, or the remarkably quiet evenings on our porch out beyond the traffic.

Because ideas and "inspirations" flood cyclically (though with variable quality), and because I am nearly always reading - or as I like to call it "in conversation with articulate friends among the great thinkers and writers" - there is never a shortage. In fact, as I wrote in one of my poems in the book Ash Scattering "I try to empathize with those who have 'writer's block' - but the truth is, I often garden to be too tired to write." Once one is aware of the seasons and cycles, as gardeners are, then one will likely be much less stressed about the writing - and the waiting that often goes along with it. Forcing your art is not always best. There's a time to express and a time to fill the well. Giving oneself time to allow the river to flow naturally is a way the writer can align with the sun and seasons, and enjoy harmony with the natural world. Be alive - live - love life - and you'll write, or as Ferlinghetti said, "Turn off that cell phone and be here now!"


4. How does one write a good poem?


Many say, "If you're a poet, you'll write good poems. If you're not you won't." Well, I'm not so sure about that. The other extreme model is that we should all go through the conveyor belt factory of the schools, advancing and learning from the great masters, and eventually we will have our M.F.A.s and "be poets". What a wonderful thing for some to have this opportunity. Not all of us will. Some of us must be our own teachers, and find workshops and groups to nuture us along the way. Poets need mentors, and comrades, on the creative journey.

I believe the answer to the above question can be as simple as the three-fold kernel of wisdom others have offered:

1) READ READ READ - listen to those who've gone before, those who are writing now, poets and writers on the World Wide Web, but most of all in books (can't tell I'm a bookseller, can you?). The tangible sense of the object in hand, the sensual experience of the pages, and how the author originally intended them to be read, is crucial. Our poets&writers group meets at the bookshop on Thursday nights. The above lines are essentially what I tell them. Some haven't yet nurtured an appetite for reading - but the hunger is growing because they want to write good poems, plays, novels or memoirs.

2) Listen Listen Listen - the world is speaking to you, the people around you are offering you gifts, your own internalized voices are valuable resources for writing good poems. Listen to the poets who write about poetics, and gather those CDs and DVDs of other poets reading live. Many of these are now available on Web audio. Go to an open mic event, listen to the poets and performers. Soak it up like a sponge. Poetry is ultimately a cultural culinary experience: you gather ingredients and cook them in your pot.

3) Let others hear your voice. Take a risk. Jump in the pool. Submit a poem. Go to a roundtable group and share poems. Get up your courage eventually and step to the microphone. Bare your soul, stand naked in a crowd, let your words fly on the wind. As Whitman said, "I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."


5. What poems do you like most?


It depends on what day it is. Seriously, on certain days, I like poems that grab me up by the collar and stand me on a high precipice above the world - something on the order of Dante and Virgil - and I see the big picture, the vast panoramas, the great issues of life. On other days, I like a quiet poem, that calms and focuses very closely, on the delicate and subtle. Like these lines from Ha Jin's "To An Ancient Chinese Poet" from the book Between Silences:

. . .

The poems on scraps of paper were gone with the breeze.
You allowed them to fall into a river
which abounded with tadpoles and apple blossoms.
. . .


Then there are other days when I want to hear the voices of people, how they have lived, how they have suffered, or have been oppressed. I want my comfortable world to be shaken and stirred, I want my whining to be stilled in the face of the real, as these lines from Ha Jin's "Because I Will Be Silenced"

. . .

Once I have the freedom to say
my tongue will lose its power.
Since my poems strive to break the walls
that cut off people's voices,
they become drills and hammers.

But I will be silenced.
The starred tie around my neck
at any moment can tighten into a cobra.

How can I speak about coffee and flowers?

. . .


6. Who is your favorite poet?


You must understand how difficult a question this is for someone who has read poets and poetry for over forty years. There are so many good poets. There are so many yet for me to discover and enjoy.

I did return to Whitman this year and re-read the "Song of Myself" - the first time I had in its entirety since I was fifteen. It amazed me once again, especially how I can see very clearly from this distance the impact of the first great modern poet, self-publishing his Leaves of Grass, fifty or sixty years before the "modern" poetry movement sprang up in the early decades of the 20th century.

There are some of the notable poets I keep coming back to again and again: Nikki Giovanni, Jane Hirshfield, Margaret Atwood, Peter Meinke, Federico Garcia Lorca, John Ashberry, Robert Bly, Donald Hall, Jane Kenyon, Tony Hoagland, Stanley Kunitz, Derek Walcott, Adrienne Rich, Louise Gluck, W. S. Merwin, David Kirby, Dante Alighieri, Emily Dickinson . . .
and the list goes on and on. My favorite this week is Ha Jin.



Doug Knowlton

http://thevillagebookshop.org

http://www.myspace.com/thevillagebookshop
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

1. What is poetry?


Poetry was conceived around the fire tells of our ancestors. Poetry is rooted in our common bond of language, and involves us in the discovery of how good language can taste, sound, and mean. Poetry is the way we learn to communicate emotion, the ineffable, and our longing for something beyond our own existence. Poetry is a path that slows us, deepens our knowing, offers us a way to be without doing, see without speaking, observe what is and create what isn't. Poetry may slow us down long enough to breathe, to listen, to appreciate, to conjur, to embrace the world in all its beauty and mystery. Poetry is the word music that aids us in retaining a childlike wonder, and connects us to traditions of wisdom. Poetry has the power to stir and move us, deepen our human concern, heal our narrowness, and heighten our awareness.

(Note to self: Poetry as play: a section, or better yet, separate essay for another time)



2. What does poetry mean to you?


Poetry is the essence of being human. We are language makers. We are poietes - the makers. When we are creating, shaping, translating the world into brush strokes on the page, we touch the mysteries of the universe. The stories, the fables, the histories and novels are all very important, and enjoy them we do - but poetry is the heart and core of every other vehicle of literature. It can reduce a thousand years of writing and conversation and life into three finely tuned lines. It can hone all the garrulous speech of humans down to one bright line, one shining image. What does poetry mean to me? It means we have a root connection between us. We are language makers, and with skill, we may capture the essence of human experience, the wonder of natural beauty, or the harsh reality of our 21st century world in the metaphors and images of a tightly woven poem. This art form intentionally slows time without the mediation of a camera and preserves a portion of the ephemeral beauty around us. And, as with all art, poetry filters the universal through a particular perspective, ever remaining a truly human process.


3. Where does your inspiration come from?


Music, nature, getting my hands dirty in the garden, children, life, the unexpected in-breaking of the absurd, the rush of hormones that enlivens desire, the painful experiences of loss, but most of all from

. . . other authors, such as Ha Jin, Daniel Dennett, Ed Hirsch, Jane Hirshfield, Lewis Hyde, Philip Roth, to name just a few. Not only other poets, but novelists, mythologists, scientists, philosophers, writers of all sorts. Music once functioned this way for me, but not so much anymore. The in-spirit-ing, the breathing in of the cosmos, often occurs in conversation with someone else, or in the early morning solitude when no one else is awake and the house is still and my ideas rumble along the tracks like a locomotive without brakes - at times even leaving the tracks. It can be as simple a stimulus as leaves rustling in the wind, swallows dancing on the thermals above insect burgeoning Spring creeks, or the remarkably quiet evenings on our porch out beyond the traffic.

Because ideas and "inspirations" flood cyclically (though with variable quality), and because I am nearly always reading - or as I like to call it "in conversation with articulate friends among the great thinkers and writers" - there is never a shortage. In fact, as I wrote in one of my poems in the book Ash Scattering "I try to empathize with those who have 'writer's block' - but the truth is, I often garden to be too tired to write." Once one is aware of the seasons and cycles, as gardeners are, then one will likely be much less stressed about the writing - and the waiting that often goes along with it. Forcing your art is not always best. There's a time to express and a time to fill the well. Giving oneself time to allow the river to flow naturally is a way the writer can align with the sun and seasons, and enjoy harmony with the natural world. Be alive - live - love life - and you'll write, or as Ferlinghetti said, "Turn off that cell phone and be here now!"


4. How does one write a good poem?


Many say, "If you're a poet, you'll write good poems. If you're not you won't." Well, I'm not so sure about that. The other extreme model is that we should all go through the conveyor belt factory of the schools, advancing and learning from the great masters, and eventually we will have our M.F.A.s and "be poets". What a wonderful thing for some to have this opportunity. Not all of us will. Some of us must be our own teachers, and find workshops and groups to nuture us along the way. Poets need mentors, and comrades, on the creative journey.

I believe the answer to the above question can be as simple as the three-fold kernel of wisdom others have offered:

1) READ READ READ - listen to those who've gone before, those who are writing now, poets and writers on the World Wide Web, but most of all in books (can't tell I'm a bookseller, can you?). The tangible sense of the object in hand, the sensual experience of the pages, and how the author originally intended them to be read, is crucial. Our poets&writers group meets at the bookshop on Thursday nights. The above lines are essentially what I tell them. Some haven't yet nurtured an appetite for reading - but the hunger is growing because they want to write good poems, plays, novels or memoirs.

2) Listen Listen Listen - the world is speaking to you, the people around you are offering you gifts, your own internalized voices are valuable resources for writing good poems. Listen to the poets who write about poetics, and gather those CDs and DVDs of other poets reading live. Many of these are now available on Web audio. Go to an open mic event, listen to the poets and performers. Soak it up like a sponge. Poetry is ultimately a cultural culinary experience: you gather ingredients and cook them in your pot.

3) Let others hear your voice. Take a risk. Jump in the pool. Submit a poem. Go to a roundtable group and share poems. Get up your courage eventually and step to the microphone. Bare your soul, stand naked in a crowd, let your words fly on the wind. As Whitman said, "I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."


5. What poems do you like most?


It depends on what day it is. Seriously, on certain days, I like poems that grab me up by the collar and stand me on a high precipice above the world - something on the order of Dante and Virgil - and I see the big picture, the vast panoramas, the great issues of life. On other days, I like a quiet poem, that calms and focuses very closely, on the delicate and subtle. Like these lines from Ha Jin's "To An Ancient Chinese Poet" from the book Between Silences:

. . .

The poems on scraps of paper were gone with the breeze.
You allowed them to fall into a river
which abounded with tadpoles and apple blossoms.
. . .


Then there are other days when I want to hear the voices of people, how they have lived, how they have suffered, or have been oppressed. I want my comfortable world to be shaken and stirred, I want my whining to be stilled in the face of the real, as these lines from Ha Jin's "Because I Will Be Silenced"

. . .

Once I have the freedom to say
my tongue will lose its power.
Since my poems strive to break the walls
that cut off people's voices,
they become drills and hammers.

But I will be silenced.
The starred tie around my neck
at any moment can tighten into a cobra.

How can I speak about coffee and flowers?

. . .


6. Who is your favorite poet?


You must understand how difficult a question this is for someone who has read poets and poetry for over forty years. There are so many good poets. There are so many yet for me to discover and enjoy.

I did return to Whitman this year and re-read the "Song of Myself" - the first time I had in its entirety since I was fifteen. It amazed me once again, especially how I can see very clearly from this distance the impact of the first great modern poet, self-publishing his Leaves of Grass, fifty or sixty years before the "modern" poetry movement sprang up in the early decades of the 20th century.

There are some of the notable poets I keep coming back to again and again: Nikki Giovanni, Jane Hirshfield, Margaret Atwood, Peter Meinke, Federico Garcia Lorca, John Ashberry, Robert Bly, Donald Hall, Jane Kenyon, Tony Hoagland, Stanley Kunitz, Derek Walcott, Adrienne Rich, Louise Gluck, W. S. Merwin, David Kirby, Dante Alighieri, Emily Dickinson . . .
and the list goes on and on. My favorite this week is Ha Jin.



Doug Knowlton

http://thevillagebookshop.org

http://www.myspace.com/thevillagebookshop
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---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[北夜]

诗歌是感性的缥缈的但又真实的复杂体, 她可以是你抒发感情的工具也可以是指引众生的明灯, 她可以是屹立的雄峰,也可以是山间小溪. 她的形态千变万化, 五彩缤纷, 但回归本位后却总是冥冥一口清气.

感性与理性同时存在于诗歌中, 诗歌的形式并不是目的, 诗魂是珍贵的. 尽管你的诗写的如痴如醉, 如梦如幻, 美不胜收, 没有了那魂, 也如同嚼蜡. 我喜欢把那个人的诗歌去掉了五觉(味觉, 视觉, 听觉, 触觉, 感觉) 后, 入定, 跳出, 参悟.

精通任何一种途径工具的人, 最终都会走到一条路上来. 手无寸铁, 即可致敌死于千里之外. 两目紧闭, 远可观万世万劫, 近可数清海滩细沙. 诗是走往这条路上每个人手中的拐丈, 万里之程脚下起.

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诗歌是感性的缥缈的但又真实的复杂体, 她可以是你抒发感情的工具也可以是指引众生的明灯, 她可以是屹立的雄峰,也可以是山间小溪. 她的形态千变万化, 五彩缤纷, 但回归本位后却总是冥冥一口清气.

感性与理性同时存在于诗歌中, 诗歌的形式并不是目的, 诗魂是珍贵的. 尽管你的诗写的如痴如醉, 如梦如幻, 美不胜收, 没有了那魂, 也如同嚼蜡. 我喜欢把那个人的诗歌去掉了五觉(味觉, 视觉, 听觉, 触觉, 感觉) 后, 入定, 跳出, 参悟.

精通任何一种途径工具的人, 最终都会走到一条路上来. 手无寸铁, 即可致敌死于千里之外. 两目紧闭, 远可观万世万劫, 近可数清海滩细沙. 诗是走往这条路上每个人手中的拐丈, 万里之程脚下起.

[不清]

我消失了，家中多了一個成員，已經三個星期了，忙得很，其實也不是真的忙，是心忙，不是身忙。

看見這個題目，來揍揍熱鬧。

1.什么是诗？

詩對我而言是製造「這一種感覺」（所謂的詩意吧）的其中一種工具。這種感覺不應該受制於某種格式／形式／語言運用。一幅畫或一首音樂曲，又或者音樂，都有可能生產出相似的「這一種感覺」。

2.它对你的意义？

不如這樣說，我們天天食喝／睡覺，但我們極少極少會去思考食喝／睡覺的意義。有時候談意義是空虛的，好像男女之間在初戀時交換對愛情的意義，這些人多數是分手起場的。

3.你的灵感从何而来？

靈感來自每天的生活，和白天或黑天作的夢。
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「四十二排浪，沒有一排是相似的」——不清

博客：
http://42waves.tumblr.com

[[不清]]

我消失了，家中多了一個成員，已經三個星期了，忙得很，其實也不是真的忙，是心忙，不是身忙。

看見這個題目，來揍揍熱鬧。

1.什么是诗？

詩對我而言是製造「這一種感覺」（所謂的詩意吧）的其中一種工具。這種感覺不應該受制於某種格式／形式／語言運用。一幅畫或一首音樂曲，又或者音樂，都有可能生產出相似的「這一種感覺」。

2.它对你的意义？

不如這樣說，我們天天食喝／睡覺，但我們極少極少會去思考食喝／睡覺的意義。有時候談意義是空虛的，好像男女之間在初戀時交換對愛情的意義，這些人多數是分手起場的。

3.你的灵感从何而来？

靈感來自每天的生活，和白天或黑天作的夢。
_________________
「四十二排浪，沒有一排是相似的」——不清

博客：
http://42waves.tumblr.com

[coviews]

[[来喝茶喽]]

[蔡利华]

其实诗是很难定义的,自古以来,很多名家都作过定义,但到今都无很精确的说法.诗人到还好定义,写诗的就是诗人.好作品都能准确定义.
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http://www.blogcn.com/user44/cailihua/index.html
http://blog.sina.com.cn/cailihua9363

[[蔡利华]]

其实诗是很难定义的,自古以来,很多名家都作过定义,但到今都无很精确的说法.诗人到还好定义,写诗的就是诗人.好作品都能准确定义.
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http://www.blogcn.com/user44/cailihua/index.html
http://blog.sina.com.cn/cailihua9363

[anna]

Dear Anna,
Further to my reply to your questions, I have made an attempt to answer:

1. What is poetry? What does it mean to you? Where do your inspirations come from?

Best regards,

Paul

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What is poetry? What does it mean to you? Where do your inspirations come from

Literary tradition describes poetry as an artistic form that conveys meaning through the aesthetic and evocative qualities of language. Poetry pleases, moves, and elevates by word choice and word form, the interaction of style, pattern, sound, image and idea. Great poetry expresses heightened thought, intensified emotion, concentrated observation and soaring imagination. The towering construct of the poetic diction rises as a memorable experience wrapped and ornamented in such artistic devices as simile, metaphor, rhythm, rhyme, alliteration, onomatopoeia and melody.

I read somewhere that poetry is the frame of life. I think it is rather the other way around: Life is the frame of poetry. Let me go even further: Life is identical with poetry. In my vision it certainly extends beyond language.



The word poetry derives from the Greek poesis, which means making and creating. We live in a creative universe. Nature runs on metaphors. It is all full of symbols. From flowers and human anatomy rendered in Fibonacci sequences (made famous in Dan Brown's mystery novel, The Da Vinci Code) to the double helix of the DNA, that endows with a genetic code all living cells to replicate, nature reveals its mathematical organization and metaphors.



The sun is a giant nuclear reactor that converts hydrogen into helium by means of a proton-proton fusion chain reaction, producing cleaner energy than the human fission nuclear plants on earth. The universe is an an undecipherable computer of an imaginably colossal cosmos. Through infinite cycles the stars burn throughout its vast space, explode, collapse and rise from their ashes like the legendary phoenix. The universe breathes. It is a living organism.



And the world is a totally pristine verse. It manifests itself not only in the music of the rainbow, the infidelity of the pen or the shadow of onomatopoeia, but in the very identity of reality and poetry. An airplane is a flying poem, the triumph of human imagination and daring defying gravity. The wonder and magic of television involves the incomprehensible fact that we carry all the broadcasted programs within ourselves. They actually go and cross through our body. In the future we might be able to watch these electromagnetic waves as programs without an actual TV set.



Another parallel marvel concerns the astonishing digitization of the human experience. The resulting cyberspace is an enormous ocean of uncanny consciousness interacting with the mysterious wisdom of the seemingly unconscious machine. The origins of the mathematical binary code allowing the computer to operate are attributed to the philosopher Leibniz. According to legend, in the invention of the binary system Leibniz was inspired by the Taoist I Ching: The idea that all things arise from the interaction of opposing qualities of Ying and Yang, light and dark, good and bad, female and male, the dichotomy of this or that. In navigating through the ocean of cyberspace we move between elementary bits and the infinitely complex world of a mysteriously alien form of intelligence.



If you still wonder about the evidence for claiming that the universe is a poet let me say only this: The belief that we are different and separate from our physical environment is an illusion. We are in every respect an integral part of nature. When humans write poetry it is cosmic consciousness in action: The universe writes its poems.



In our compartmentalized culture we separate sharply between disciplines. Accordingly, in the first glance, poetry has nothing to do, for example, with mathematics, physics, biology, or geography. Contemporary scholars stress and highlight the specificities of poetry. They segregate it from music, film, dance, architecture, painting, or even from the novel. Poetry of course is not the only genre which is kept separated from other disciplines. Among other reasons, this seems to be an enduring legacy of Aristotle's credo that one thing cannot be another. Now, Aristotle is one of my favorite philosophers, however, I have a book shelf that humbly contradicts him. For, apart from being the wonderful host of an array of interesting tomes, I also can use the book shelf as an aquarium board, or as a table, or as a chair, as well as other things.



I maintain that all forms of human creativity are poetry. The arts and sciences are semiotic systems, symbolic constructs through which humanity investigates, explores and structures reality. In my view mathematics is a highly imaginative language of abstract metaphors whose protagonists are integers, fractions, fractals, triangles, circles, as well as other invented things. Mind you, numbers-- including zeroes-- usually don't grow on trees. Even the basic concepts of physics, such as space, time, matter and atom are abstract metaphors, imaginative interpretations of the world.



So I believe in the identity of life and poetry. Inspirations in my writing come from a variety of sources. I see the world as a mysterious place, full of magic and wonder. Life is a precious gift, in spite of all its hardships and tragedies. I find inspiration in the excitement and the sorrow of existence, the beauty and ugliness of the world, in grand events and in trivial things. Politics, history, art, science and philosophy can also serve as subject matter for my verse. Some aspects in my oeuvre are influenced by ironic traits and humorous moods. Yet the central focus of my work concerns the realm of relations and emotions, particularly the genre of love poetry. So for my part, the heart of poetry is the poetry of the heart.




Paul Hartal
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Dear Anna,
Further to my reply to your questions, I have made an attempt to answer:

1. What is poetry? What does it mean to you? Where do your inspirations come from?

Best regards,

Paul

______________________________________________________________

What is poetry? What does it mean to you? Where do your inspirations come from

Literary tradition describes poetry as an artistic form that conveys meaning through the aesthetic and evocative qualities of language. Poetry pleases, moves, and elevates by word choice and word form, the interaction of style, pattern, sound, image and idea. Great poetry expresses heightened thought, intensified emotion, concentrated observation and soaring imagination. The towering construct of the poetic diction rises as a memorable experience wrapped and ornamented in such artistic devices as simile, metaphor, rhythm, rhyme, alliteration, onomatopoeia and melody.

I read somewhere that poetry is the frame of life. I think it is rather the other way around: Life is the frame of poetry. Let me go even further: Life is identical with poetry. In my vision it certainly extends beyond language.



The word poetry derives from the Greek poesis, which means making and creating. We live in a creative universe. Nature runs on metaphors. It is all full of symbols. From flowers and human anatomy rendered in Fibonacci sequences (made famous in Dan Brown's mystery novel, The Da Vinci Code) to the double helix of the DNA, that endows with a genetic code all living cells to replicate, nature reveals its mathematical organization and metaphors.



The sun is a giant nuclear reactor that converts hydrogen into helium by means of a proton-proton fusion chain reaction, producing cleaner energy than the human fission nuclear plants on earth. The universe is an an undecipherable computer of an imaginably colossal cosmos. Through infinite cycles the stars burn throughout its vast space, explode, collapse and rise from their ashes like the legendary phoenix. The universe breathes. It is a living organism.



And the world is a totally pristine verse. It manifests itself not only in the music of the rainbow, the infidelity of the pen or the shadow of onomatopoeia, but in the very identity of reality and poetry. An airplane is a flying poem, the triumph of human imagination and daring defying gravity. The wonder and magic of television involves the incomprehensible fact that we carry all the broadcasted programs within ourselves. They actually go and cross through our body. In the future we might be able to watch these electromagnetic waves as programs without an actual TV set.



Another parallel marvel concerns the astonishing digitization of the human experience. The resulting cyberspace is an enormous ocean of uncanny consciousness interacting with the mysterious wisdom of the seemingly unconscious machine. The origins of the mathematical binary code allowing the computer to operate are attributed to the philosopher Leibniz. According to legend, in the invention of the binary system Leibniz was inspired by the Taoist I Ching: The idea that all things arise from the interaction of opposing qualities of Ying and Yang, light and dark, good and bad, female and male, the dichotomy of this or that. In navigating through the ocean of cyberspace we move between elementary bits and the infinitely complex world of a mysteriously alien form of intelligence.



If you still wonder about the evidence for claiming that the universe is a poet let me say only this: The belief that we are different and separate from our physical environment is an illusion. We are in every respect an integral part of nature. When humans write poetry it is cosmic consciousness in action: The universe writes its poems.



In our compartmentalized culture we separate sharply between disciplines. Accordingly, in the first glance, poetry has nothing to do, for example, with mathematics, physics, biology, or geography. Contemporary scholars stress and highlight the specificities of poetry. They segregate it from music, film, dance, architecture, painting, or even from the novel. Poetry of course is not the only genre which is kept separated from other disciplines. Among other reasons, this seems to be an enduring legacy of Aristotle's credo that one thing cannot be another. Now, Aristotle is one of my favorite philosophers, however, I have a book shelf that humbly contradicts him. For, apart from being the wonderful host of an array of interesting tomes, I also can use the book shelf as an aquarium board, or as a table, or as a chair, as well as other things.



I maintain that all forms of human creativity are poetry. The arts and sciences are semiotic systems, symbolic constructs through which humanity investigates, explores and structures reality. In my view mathematics is a highly imaginative language of abstract metaphors whose protagonists are integers, fractions, fractals, triangles, circles, as well as other invented things. Mind you, numbers-- including zeroes-- usually don't grow on trees. Even the basic concepts of physics, such as space, time, matter and atom are abstract metaphors, imaginative interpretations of the world.



So I believe in the identity of life and poetry. Inspirations in my writing come from a variety of sources. I see the world as a mysterious place, full of magic and wonder. Life is a precious gift, in spite of all its hardships and tragedies. I find inspiration in the excitement and the sorrow of existence, the beauty and ugliness of the world, in grand events and in trivial things. Politics, history, art, science and philosophy can also serve as subject matter for my verse. Some aspects in my oeuvre are influenced by ironic traits and humorous moods. Yet the central focus of my work concerns the realm of relations and emotions, particularly the genre of love poetry. So for my part, the heart of poetry is the poetry of the heart.




Paul Hartal
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[不清]

Paul Hartal's vision of poetry is really fascinating.
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「四十二排浪，沒有一排是相似的」——不清

博客：
http://42waves.tumblr.com

[[不清]]

Paul Hartal's vision of poetry is really fascinating.
_________________
「四十二排浪，沒有一排是相似的」——不清

博客：
http://42waves.tumblr.com

[anna]

Sorry for the delay in my response. In any case, if you still need my feedback, here’re some of my ideas about poetry:

To your question #1:

Poetry for me is the language of the human soul. Poetry fills my heart and soul with spiritual fulfillment. I don’t know where the inspiration to write poetry comes from. It just comes on and begs you to convey it on paper.

To your question #2:

I really don’t know how to write a good poem. I guess like anything else “practice makes perfect.” I like lyrical poems, full of passion. My favorite American poet is E.E. Cummings. (I also have others in my native tongue, but none of them is well-known in English speaking countries.)

Dr. Dina Ripsman Eylon, Editor-in-Chief
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Sorry for the delay in my response. In any case, if you still need my feedback, here’re some of my ideas about poetry:

To your question #1:

Poetry for me is the language of the human soul. Poetry fills my heart and soul with spiritual fulfillment. I don’t know where the inspiration to write poetry comes from. It just comes on and begs you to convey it on paper.

To your question #2:

I really don’t know how to write a good poem. I guess like anything else “practice makes perfect.” I like lyrical poems, full of passion. My favorite American poet is E.E. Cummings. (I also have others in my native tongue, but none of them is well-known in English speaking countries.)

Dr. Dina Ripsman Eylon, Editor-in-Chief
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[星子]

poetry and painting by Paul

http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33532
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[[ANNA]]

poetry and painting by Paul

http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33532
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