I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 9 My head is so itchy, I need to grow my brain...

He also shook off the snow on the umbrella.

The snow rustled down, forming a small arc around him.

Then he gently scratched a break with his foot, and sighed: "You didn't tell me you can be funny."

The tone sounded quite resentful.

It always feels like a resentful woman complaining about her husband who drinks alcohol every day.

You didn't ask me either.

The corner of Kuma's mouth twitched, shaking off the snow on the umbrella in one direction, forming a small snow mountain, and then confining it with his hands.

It looks a bit like Mount Fuji.

"I tried to write a few sentences during this time, so I thought it was unnecessary..."

Before Kou could finish speaking, Kazuya interrupted him directly.

"What is unnecessary, Xinchao has a dedicated haiku section, and this song is the best I have seen so far.

There is a feeling of being round and natural. "

Kazuya's face looked like he hated iron for not being able to make steel.

"How did that poem come from? It's like describing this kind of perfect and natural poem."

"what?"

"It's a poem from the Eastern Continent."

He also suddenly couldn't remember.

"What Mr. Oshima said is that the writing is natural, and you can get it by chance?"

"Yes, yes, this is it.

Teacher Bei Dao, your Chinese pronunciation is really good.

Have you studied systematically? "

Koma covered his face with an umbrella, didn't speak, just silently kicked the original "Mount Fuji" piled up by him.

"Can this haiku be published?"

Hearing Kazuya's cautious question, Koma was amused.

"I have never heard of an editor asking the author if he can publish it."

Ju joked a bit, and was a little embarrassed when he said it.

I always feel that the relationship between him and the horse is weird.

It's like chasing a girl fiercely at the beginning, and after she succeeds, it seems that the girl is caught in it, and then starts to treat the boy twice as well.

Care about his emotions, obey his preferences, and wear black silk at night...

Oshima hesitated for a moment, then asked uncertainly:

"So, that means it's all right?"

"Is there a separate page for a haiku?"

"It's worth it."

Kou looked at Kazuya Oshima in surprise.

This one……

Although it is indeed good, this haiku can only be regarded as the most widely sung among Shiki Masaoka's works, and the other really amazing ones have not been released yet.

"I have an idea."

Kou thought about it.

"what?"

"A little thought about haiku."

"Teacher Bei Dao, tell me."

Kazuya Oshima expressed a willingness to hear more about it.

"In the early days, this kind of genre was called Liange, which was originally a variant of ancient poetry in the Eastern Continent, inheriting the aesthetic consciousness of the East.

Later, some colloquial and humorous expressions were gradually added, so Liange was replaced by haiku.

Then the haiku called "humorous poetry" became neon ancient poetry. "

Oshima Kazu did not expect that Kuma would be so clear about the evolution of haiku. These things should be studied in depth by those who are involved in ancient literature.

He didn't understand it at first, but he just knew that this kind of thing that has learned half of the East is called Haixie, and it has very strict rules and so on.

Later, at a study meeting, after the editor-in-chief talked about the development history of Haixie, he talked about the knowledge point that Kua mentioned just now.

"But this one is not considered a haiku."

Kazuya suddenly withdrew his thoughts, and after a short period of doubt, he realized that this song, in terms of the rhythm of Haixie, is indeed not the way of Haixie.

"Then it's Liange... No, it's not Liange's rhythm either."

He also questioned his professionalism for a while.

Although he's not in charge of haiku, he still knows something.

Comparing that song according to the rules in memory, it seems that it cannot be called a complete haiku, but a haiku, or a sentence in a haiku.

"So, this is the topic I want to talk about, but this topic, it seems a bit arrogant, I mean if it is said in my capacity at the moment, it is a bit arrogant."

Kou frowned, he didn't intend to write haiku or go in this direction.

But I didn't expect to be heard by the first generation, and then I don't know when it reached Oshima Kazuya's ears.

Apparently haiku never dies.

really.

Although there are very few people who write poetry, and there are almost a handful of people who write well, it still does not affect that this thing is the top thing in the chain of contempt for literature.

Even though he is dying like an old man.

So if this is the case, use Shiki Masaoka's haiku, and try to do something like Shiki Masaoka?

"Teacher Bei Dao, this..." Kazuya didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Actually, Mr. Oshima knows a little better than me."

"what?!"

Is this an arrogant statement?
Oshima Kazu also drank alcohol, and his brain was slower because of alcohol.

This time, he was surrounded by the horse again.

So itchy.

There is a brain growing on the head.

……

"At present, it is very difficult for a person, a new blank poet, to write a complete haiku.

It's like asking them to create the heptadic poems of the Eastern Continent.

Some people will also impose some rhythms, so that in terms of rhythm, it is a complete haiku, but the content is nothing.

Such haiku or even songs have lost their original literary value, right? "

Kazuya looked blankly at Koma who kept talking.

and many more.

What is he saying.

Let me slow down.

Oh.

This is it.

There seems to be a little bit of truth.

hateful.

Why drink.

wrong.

Why do you have to speak at this time on such an important occasion.

Finally, I also reflected on one thing.

Why, don't let this guy do the work of serving tea and water in the tavern, and why did I pull him over to talk about this matter.

Just because he covets his haiku?

No, just now...Mr. Kitajima...Mr. Kitajima, yes, yes, Mr. Kitajima said, it can't be called Haixie, so what is it called?
Ok?
What about the brain?
A little dizzy……

"So I think if this situation is maintained, no one will really write haiku.

So if we say that the sentences are made into poems independently, then the so-called fixed framework is lost in a sense.

This can stimulate the desire to create.

When people know that they can call it a haiku if they just read a few lines, will there be many good works?
Think back to the Renaissance...

This new theme, I think, since it is a sentence that is singled out and called poetry, it is better to call it a haiku.

Yes, it's called a haiku.

......"

(End of this chapter)