从‘文乞’到‘文妓’

影云君在楼下诗评里提到“无意识写作”[automatic writing]， 它是个很重要的，也很有趣的概念。 它是文学／诗歌创作中一个极其关键的因素，换言之，就是 “创作动机”[motives]的问题。 同时，这个题目也非常大，相当复杂。 我们每天读到的文字，无论是创作型的还是非创作型的，百分之 九十九是“有意识写作”的结果，连“意识流”的东西也算在内。 我们中国人对这种“有意识写作”应该最清楚，其最典型的就是 “政治宣传”[propaganda]！由于政治的独裁，人性的压抑，“创作” 就有了“崇高的目的”！！ 近代中国出现的不同类型的“文乞”就是此类现象的牺牲品，如 社会主义国家的“人民作家／诗人／艺术家”等，都是文乞，都 是“宣传布道”的工具。 除了政治对文学艺术创作压抑腐蚀外，现代的商业意识也以不同 方式影响着人类原始的创作欲望，所以又出现“文妓”［有男有女］。 “文妓”比“文乞”聪明了，也更贪婪，不仅要生存，还要出名， 发财。 如果说‘文乞’以卖字，卖灵魂求生的话，“文妓”还会卖屁股！ 所以，真正的“创作”谈何容易！！ 影云君博览群书，能涉及词类话题真是太有价值了。希望朋友们 直言不讳，各抒己见！ 知凡 : 读完这篇文章，让我想到 “努力”一词。如果说一个人很努力很努力在写作，而努力的“努”字，力字之上是个“奴”字。 真正创作型的艺术或诗歌，在创作时的力量，我想不是靠努的“力”创作出来的，创作的“力”是生命的一种自然迸发，也就是这里所提到的“无意识写作”[automatic writing]…… 而读者，其实很容易便可以读出作品力量的源泉来自何处…… 个人意见，仅供参考。 影云 : z.z., very well-said!!! Agree with you 100%!!! Automatic writing is not a style of writing, but a way of revealing truth, truth about ourselves, about life. Writing here is more like a mirror of words to capture instead of manipulating what’s going on inside. Most of the time, we are buried under the noise of consciousness and can understand 10% or less of ourselves, which means that our self knowledge resembles the tip of an iceberg. I like this analogy though I cannot remember which famous psychologist says it. The remaining 90% is hidden in the unconsciousness. Listening to unconsciousness is like finding a key to enter the hidden realm by means of dreams, meditation, and the like. That’s why I am amazed when reading this poem! Upon first reading, I’ve known and believed that this poem is an artwork!!! It captures the emerging and receding of consciousness and unconsciousness and their intermingling and separation - - - such a natural flow - - - which I have only seen in surreal paintings - - - multilayered emotionally. In our daily life, we seldom experience this. Only a sensible and self-aware person can have this ability. I won’t conclude what the poem tried to tell - - - because whatever flows out of the poem is purely objective and universal - - - this objectiveness and openness come from dissolving of consciousness - - - like crystal-clear water - - - therefore, whatever a reader sees in the poem is just his or her own reflection. That’s the beauty of this poem!!! Indeed, your recent poems tend to “flow” in that direction, gazing inward, which reminds me of your “every minute of a minute’s eternity” (unspent dreams) or William Blake’s “Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand/And eternity in an hour.” To me, it’s an inner explosion (or exploration, but I prefer explosion), dynamically hidden under the surface of peacefulness. Love what you said about the motives that literary whores and word mongers have for writing - - - so true - - - that they target readers and write based on what the readers want, no difference from selling anything else. In another word, their words are measurable by dollars. Their writing is not art for truth but for entertaining and satisfying others. A self sacrifice a writer will realize sooner or later. Usually this kind of writing has a short life and easily reaches its bottleneck.