I started writing poems occasionally some time ago. My husband knows that I like reading, so he sent me many books about poetry. I was ecstatic at that time and read more than a dozen books, which brought me closer to myself!
? For a long time, I didn't want to read, write or even be confused. I began to doubt myself. Why?
Fame is not worthy of the name;
The books I read are all published by well-known magazine publishers in China. They are writers' associations, major news media and famous poets. But if I do read them, they are as hard to swallow as sawdust. Even if I watch them in my bedroom, they are boring. I once doubted my appreciation. Since others are so famous and recognized by so many people, it must have been written by others. I will worship them humbly.
The same cliche
? Suddenly thought of a sentence, I think, funny, 1000 monks are bald, modern poetry is like this, although I have read a lot of modern poetry, but I feel like a person wrote it, the style is the same tune, endless, writing about the four seasons, writing about flowers, writing about hometown, this scenic spot ... from the choice of words and ideas, it is colorful. You can also cross it. Speaking of this, I am even more confused about the difference between poems written by some people and compositions written by primary school students. Just because you are short, you can call it a poem. What a hooligan!
Without physical expression, there is no soul.
? I feel that writing modern poetry is like a performance, in which there is no protagonist, only a few images are thrown. Ok, the performance is over, please applaud, the audience is puzzled!
? Most poems are short, with only a few words. If they don't move people, or make people feel something, or make people feel something, doesn't that mean a lot of nonsense? And who are the people who advocate this nonsense? I really don't understand.
? The above only represents my personal cognition now. I don't know if I'm a frog in the well. Actually, that's all I said, and then I took out my work and looked at it. I was cheated when I found that it was the same formula, the same taste and the old jar of instant noodles.
? As a young poetry lover, I look forward to this poetry revolution. ...
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