一《日历366》是我与一帮年龄相仿的年轻人创办的诗刊名字,属于上世纪的1981年的事儿,在当时算“地下”刊物。老式中文打字机,一个字一个字从密密匝匝的键盘中找出字来,敲打到蜡纸上。打字的声音清脆并富有节奏感,然后油印,每月一期。记得关于诗刊如何命名,花费了不少气力,力求领新标异,甚或出奇另类。坦率说,它有借鉴流 A “Calendar 366” is a poem that I started with a group of young people of similar ages. It belonged to the last century, 1981, and counted as “underground” publications at that time. The old Chinese typewriter, word by word, finds the word from the densely pressed keyboard and knocks it onto the waxed paper. The sound of typing is crisp and rhythmic, and then printed on a monthly basis. I remember how to name poetry, spent a lot of effort, and strive to lead the new standard different, or even surprisingly alternative. Frankly, it has a reference flow