The topic of modern poetry writing

These are the directions of my poems. And I always remind myself that I have never written a poem in my mind. From the moment I started writing poetry, I realized the perfection of myself, that is, the concreteness of poetry. I have been waiting for this creative ability. This kind of waiting and life carries a sharp determination. This determination is not mine, and has nothing to do with my personal experience and thinking. It is a kind of memory and perception that I have forgotten, and it is an older comprehensive experience of depression and pleasure. Therefore, the image of the poem I experienced when I was young also took my life with me. After people moved things, the image was still unclear. Until today, I have grown into a young man of 2 1 year. It is still in its old place, unmoved by creation, without sadness or joy. It is always looming in the chaos, waiting for me. I have been waiting for the ability to know it in my ordinary life.

As for the contingency of my poem, I have made some impromptu explanations in the novel, so I am too lazy to write it here. What needs to be emphasized is that this accident also precedes consciousness and is an unconscious accident. Even though I 17 years old wrote poems in a hidden way, showing a sense of sadness, this sad accident happened before I realized it. This is the emotional collection of the whole human being, or the emotional collection of a certain part of the human being that I am responsible for. In my opinion, human experience is the experience of ancestors.

Poetry is a thinking process, or an extreme thinking. The poet's experience or the experience of poetry cannot be completely personal. Personal things must be shallow things. Some people emphasize that this individual is shallow, and this individual is accepted and liked by the public because the public is shallow. Individuals are not personalities. Personality is not contradictory to my seemingly * * * sex and life. When I say "carry-on", I mean the emotional experience of ancient or ancient humans, that is, the synthesis of all material and intangible heritage in the universe. All art, all visionaries and creators are the present embodiment of subtle feelings and events in this huge void.

Some people call these fate.

If poetry can explain these things more simply and accurately, then today, this is its value and function. Like the soul. For example, she ran out of the yard in the moonlight, and you stood under the banyan tree and waved to her. For example, after many years, you finally understand your father, but you are already a husband and father, and he has white hair and gray temples. For example, a person you hated as a child will never forget you until his death. For example, first love, passionate love, once separated, hit the door of the public toilet 20 years later, and the years are like water. For example, a leaf falls slowly and is suddenly blown away by the wind. This can go on endlessly, but the most incisive feelings about these things or scenes are unspeakable, not novels or essays. In the art of language, only poetry can grasp the complex feelings of that moment and present them, which makes the feelings of others and poets indescribable. This feeling is poetry.