今年北京的冬天很冷,这两天最低温有零下十五度左右。这样的天气呆在家里读书最为舒服,当然如果有室内篮球场可以运动就更好了。

Technique

昨天读 Helen Vendler: Seamus Heaney 时看到了这样一段引用,很有收获:
When Heaney speaks (in his essay “Feeling into Words”) of his first attempts as a poet, he says, ‘I was in love with words themselves, but had no sense of a poem as a whole structure and no experience of how the successful achievement of a poem could be s stepping stone in your life’. It was only later that he learned what must be added to the love of words in order to make a poem, a quality he calls ‘technique’.

Technique, as I would define it, involves not only a poet’s way with words, his management of metre, rhythm and verbal texture; it involves also a definition of his stance towards life…. It involves … a dynamic alertness that mediates between the origins of feeling in memory and experience the formal ploys that express these in a work of art…. It is that whole creative effort … to bring the meaning of experience with the jurisdiction of form.

比如说在 “Follower” 中,end rhythm 和 slant rhythm 共存,与诗的主题契合得非常好,这即是技艺的一种吧。我也想学习这样的技艺呢。

自我意识过剩的 Saul Bellow

同样是昨天晚上,读了一点 Saul Bellow 去年出的文集,九月份买的但后来一直没读多少。实在是很普通啊,和他的小说一样无聊。在我看的几篇文章里反复出现“我在芝加哥长大,成为一个知识分子很不容易”,“现在的美国人不重视艺术”,“现代人需要多思考”,“高等教育可能没有用”这样自我意识过剩的废话,让人感觉即使是乘着促销买了这本书也非常不值。布鲁姆很不喜欢贝篓,感同身受!作者有无才能通过文字可以很直接的感受到,对于 Bellow,答案是并没有多少。

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