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我必须承认这是我生命中的一次突发事件。春日的午后是明晃晃的,空气中弥漫着发霉的各种花香,我在电脑前阅读牧斯从南昌邮来的近百首诗作,霎时便感觉目光晕眩、心智迷乱。在他迷宫般的词语布局里,他让我怦然惊叹,世界万事万物就像燃着的彩纸屑,飘撒出去后都是假的。在牧斯这些或长或短的一首首诗歌中,似乎所有的人物、场景、时间都是一个个虚设的假象,它们使道德传统死而又僵、使人的思维透出乐趣、使创作者情不自禁在内心轻轻愉悦却又无依无靠。作为一个对诗歌主体创作要求甚为苛刻的独立阅读者,我只能想象“隐身”的牧斯。一边在写作的陷阱里手执火焰,一边又
I must admit that this is an emergency in my life. Spring afternoon is shining, filled with moldy flowers in the air, I read in front of the computer Pastor from Nanchang post nearly 100 poems, instant feeling dizzy, mental confusion. In his maze-like layout of words, he marveled at me with wonder that everything in the world was like a burning confetti, and it was all fake after it had gone out. It seems that all the characters, scenes, and time in Pastor’s long or short first verse are idiots that make moral traditions dead and stiff, making people’s minds reveal their own fun and make creation Can not help but gently relieved heartless but helpless. As an independent reader who is very harsh on the subject of poetry, I can only imagine Pastor who is stealthy. While holding the flame in the writing trap, on the other hand