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那些昏睡在地铁里的人都有一头干桔的毛发,随着震颤的车体而有规律地摇晃。这样的时候,我抓着一个冰凉的铁杆,想,诗歌有什么用。诗歌的确没有什么用。如果有用,那就是一些“女文青”和一些“男文青”在相互约会时的暗号,于别人是不懂的。我已经有两个月没有写诗了,这对我,时间是有点儿长了。早在几个月前,我有过一天写几首诗的经历。现在,我却突然感到了恐慌。进入写作时倒没有恐慌,只是感到有种憋闷,不吐不快,必须要吐。吐过之后,难免有点儿自责。那些文字,对于别人,又算是什么东西?对于诗人,我一直是处于朦胧的状态,一直保持着好奇与距离。而有那样一个机会后,很近地接触了一些诗人,却又大为吃惊。为诗与为人,实在是统一和矛盾的两个背面。
Those who fall asleep in the subway have a dried-up hair, shaking regularly with the trembling car body. At this time, I grab a cold irons, think, what is the use of poetry. Poetry is really useless. If it is helpful, it is the secret sign of some “female youth” and some “male youth” when dating each other, which others do not understand. I have not written poetry for two months, it is a bit longer for me. As early as a few months ago, I had a few days to write a few poems experience. Now, I suddenly felt panicked. Into the writing down no panic, just feel kind of oppressed, do not spit it out, you have to vomit. After spitting, it is inevitable a little blame. Those words, for others, what is it again? For the poet, I have been in a state of dimness, has maintained curiosity and distance. And after having such a chance, I came into contact with some poets very much, but I was greatly surprised. For the poem and man, it is the unity of the two contradictions and the back.