诗歌的边界我时常感到生活正把自己撕成碎片或变成复制品,如策兰所说的,叮当作响而来。这叮当作响并非美音,而是鸡零狗碎,是没有意义的符号。渴望通过写作获得一些活在这个庸常世间的存在感,动笔之时发现写作也是无意义的。观想自己的当下,突然悲哀想到,我终将为自己所热爱的事物所毁灭,比如激情,比如天 The boundaries of poetry I often feel that life is tearing up pieces or turning things into replicas, as Clinton said, jingling. This jingling is not a mere sound, but a fickle, meaningless symbol. Eager to get through writing some of the existence of living in this trivial sense of existence, writing time and found that writing is meaningless. Imagine yourself now, suddenly sad thought, I will eventually destroy the things you love, such as passion, such as days