在三十多年的诗歌写作中,偶尔,我也推敲过一个无关紧要的问题—我究竟属于哪一类诗人?为什么会一直写到现在。诗歌写作中,我常常处于一种陌生的无知状态,而且,我自己格外迷恋这一点。这么形容这个状态吧,它就像一次意外停电,眼前一片漆黑。数千年来引导和教育我们看清事物轮廓的烛火、灯光暂时隐退了。我们得靠自己摸索,找到没有打开过的窗子,否则,我们就得永远呆在这地下室一般的漆黑里。 In thirty years of poetry writing, and occasionally, I have also consulted an insignificant question - which category of poet I belong to and why I wrote it till now. In poetry writing, I am often in a strange state of ignorance, and, I am particularly obsessed with this point. To describe this state, it is like an unexpected blackout. For thousands of years to guide and educate us to see the outline of things candlelight, light temporarily retreat. We have to grope for ourselves and find unopened windows, otherwise we will have to stay in the darkness of the basement forever.