Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 190 Poetry about science fiction, science fiction about poetry

Fang Minghua also remained silent.

Ai Qing was quite satisfied when he saw everyone like this, but of course he needed someone to clearly support his opinion.

Then I saw Fang Minghua sitting on the edge.

Compared with other judges' status and origins in the poetry world, Fang Minghua's current qualifications are very junior.

He is only 24 years old, and he is just the deputy editor of a magazine, and "Yanhe" magazine is not famous for poetry.

If it weren't for the "Poetry Issue for College Students" published by "Yanhe" this summer, which caused a sensation and made him famous in the poetry world. At the same time, the article "Poetic Imagery in the Post-Misty Poetry Era" has a very high theoretical level and is very important to domestic poetry. Development has guiding significance. The jury will not invite him this time.

Of course, there is another reason: youth is promoted everywhere nowadays, and these judges, who are all in their forties and fifties, also need someone young to support their appearance.

In the past few days, Fang Minghua has been relatively low-key, not as arrogant as some very talented young people, which makes Ai Qing quite satisfied.

He likes obedient juniors.

"Comrade Xiao Fang, please tell me your opinion." Ai Qing directly named him, with a kind look on his face; "Xiao Fang, you have also seen that we talk freely in our discussions. Say what you want, and it doesn't matter if you are wrong."

is it?

Fang Minghua originally didn't plan to speak, but he didn't expect that the other party would ask him to speak by name.

I can remain silent, but I cannot speak without conscience.

So he smiled, stood up and said: "Since Director Ai said you can speak freely, let me say a few words. I think that as the most authoritative poetry award in the country, ensuring fairness and justice is the most basic requirement. Since it has been announced to the public a long time ago, This selection stipulates that we must strictly follow the rules.”

As soon as these words came out, the judges in the conference room started talking in low voices.

Although Fang Minghua didn't say anything clearly, everyone knew that he was talking about Ai Qing's unfair treatment of Shu Ting and Gu Cheng's poetry collection.

Ai Qing's expression suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, he actually opposed her opinion!

But he quickly returned to normal, looking at Fang Minghua like a cone in his eyes,

"Comrade Xiao Fang, let me ask you, if Shu Ting and Gu Cheng write a book, each of them selects their best poems and combines them into a poetry collection to participate in the selection. This is like a martial arts book about fighting in the ring. Two of them come up all at once. Is it fair to hit someone?!"

"yes."

The judges began to discuss in low voices again. Although Ai Qing was a bit domineering in handling this matter, there was some truth to it.

Fang Minghua looked very calm, looked at the other party, and said, "It's not fair."

what?

This?

Fang Minghua suddenly said this and stunned everyone again. Do you agree or disagree with Ai Qing's opinion?

Seeing a smile on Ai Qing's face and about to speak, Fang Minghua said first, "It's not fair, but it's not Shu Ting and Gu Cheng's fault, it's our fault! It's the fault of those of us who set the rules for the awards!"

"If the selection rules at that time clearly stated that poetry collections of two or more people were not allowed to participate, how could this situation have happened today?!"

What the hell!

Fang Minghua's words were a bit heartbreaking.

Although he said it was "the fault of those of us who made the rules for the awards," the competition rules for the Poetry Award were actually drafted by Ai Qing and approved by everyone.

Aren't you just slapping yourself in the face?

"I'm done." Fang Minghua said and sat down.

"I think what Comrade Xiao Fang said makes sense. Since we have made rules, we must act in accordance with them."

The speaker was Feng Zhi, also a very qualified old poet.

Where there is the first person, there will be the second person, and the people behind will express their opinions one after another, quickly forming a one-sided phenomenon.

Originally, there were 10 votes in favor of this collection of poems, which shows that most people still like this collection of poems, but no one took the initiative to oppose it.

In the end, Ai Qing had to respect everyone's opinions and listed this collection of poems as the target of the award-the lowest third prize. The selection of the first, second and third prizes for the poetry collection means that the glorious mission of the judges is coming to an end. In the evening, the Writers Association specially set up two tables, and the leaders of the Writers Association came to entertain the judges and the staff of this selection. Wine is a comfort to everyone.

Compared with the bickering in the afternoon, it was much more relaxed during dinner in the evening. Everyone talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was lively.

Zhang Zhong'e also sat with Fang Minghua when eating. He smiled and said, "Editor Fang, you are really amazing. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

is it?

Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.

You are not afraid of tigers because you are young and ignorant and do not know how powerful tigers are!

In fact, he also understood that if he offended Ai Qing, he would probably have a hard time in the poetry world. At the very least, he would definitely not be able to participate in the next literary award jury.

But it doesn’t matter.

It doesn't matter whether you participate in this literary award judging panel or not.

Everyone chatted while eating, and naturally they couldn't do without poetry and literature. They talked from domestic to foreign countries, and finally talked about the Nobel Prize in Literature, which was very lively.

"Hey, have you heard that this year's Nobel Prize in Literature has been announced, and the winner is Jaroslav Seifert, a poet from Czechoslovakia!" said Shao Yanxiang, editor-in-chief of Poetry magazine.

"A poet again? Poets have won a lot of awards in recent years." Zhang Zhong'e interjected and said:

"In 74, the Swedish poet Edmund Martinson won the prize. In 75, the Italian poet Eugenio Montale won the prize. In 77, the Spanish poet Alessandro Melo won the prize. In 79 and 80, the prize was awarded for two consecutive years. years, to Greek and Polish poets respectively."

Everyone was very happy to hear it. Although they are foreign poets, they are also fellow poets.

"I like Edmund Martinson's poems the most, and "Aniala" has simply become a landmark work in the history of Swedish literature." Feng Zhi said.

"The Aniara? That's a collection of science fiction poems."

A collection of science fiction poems?

Fang Minghua was interested when he heard it, but he had never heard of it.

So he asked: "Director Feng, what is specifically about "Aniala"?"

"It consists of about 100 poems. It mainly tells the story that the earth has become unsuitable for human survival due to nuclear pollution. So 8000 survivors took a spaceship to go to other planets. The name of this spaceship was "Aniara." "

"But the spacecraft broke down and ended up floating aimlessly in space. Hey, Xiao Fang, don't you write science fiction novels? You can go and read it. It's very interesting."

"Okay, I'll borrow it for a look when it's free."

It was just a matter of chatting at the dinner table. Ai Qing, who was sitting at the top, listened and silently looked at Fang Minghua, who was sitting at the bottom. He was still unhappy about what happened at noon, but he was an elder and couldn't hold on to the younger generation, but It’s hard to swallow this breath in my heart.

Now when he heard Fang Minghua say this, something suddenly occurred to him. He smiled and said to Fang Minghua: "Comrade Xiao Fang, don't you like science fiction? If you write a set of science fiction poems, you might win the Nobel Prize in the future."

Someone laughed, and everyone knew it was ironic.

Edmund Martinson is probably the only one to win prizes for his science fiction poems. There is no one who has ever won an award before and there is probably no one who will come after him.

Fang Minghua smiled after hearing this: "Director Ai, are you mistaken? I am just a poetry editor. I have published a few short poems. In your eyes, I am not a poet at all. You are the Taishan Beidou in the poetry world. If so, It should be you who wins the award.”

This?

Ai Qing was choked immediately.

What a sharp-tongued guy, and he was defeated again!

Fang Minghua looked at the other person's face and continued: "But what you said reminded me that you can write poetry about science fiction, why can't you write science fiction about poetry?"

　There will be a recommendation tomorrow, so I will post five chapters and 10,000 words.

(End of this chapter)