The sacred side
Yuxiang
In order to let more sunshine in
I spent the whole morning scrubbing a piece of glass.
I wiped it clean.
Clean as if there were no glass, as if there were only air left.
Then I got stuck in the sofa.
Enjoy that sunny square.
A fly flew out and hit it.
A fly tried to fly in and hit it.
Some flies tried to fly in and out, and they ran into each other.
A few flies on the windowsill
Struggling blindly in the sun.
I think my life is not much different from these flies.
I've always fantasized about the sacred side
Poetry Review: For me, what poems attract me? The aesthetics in different stages are different. My aesthetics have been in Yu Xiang's poems for several years. I have unspeakable feelings for the Japanese nation. Their behavior, their interest and the beauty of failure tempt me. This poem, like me, sometimes does something blindly, sometimes flies around, and when I rest, I have a little hope. This feeling, the cherry blossoms have fallen.
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Why don't you feel better?
Yin Lichuan
Hey, higher, lower, left, right.
It's not sex. This is the nail.
Oh, faster, slower, looser and tighter.
It's not sex. It's either porn or shoelaces
Oh, deeper, shallower, lighter and heavier.
It's not sex. This is massage, writing poems, washing hair or feet.
Why don't you feel better? Well, it's more comfortable.
More gentle, more provocative, more intellectual and more folk.
Why don't you feel better?
Poetry Review: There is a kind of poem that marks the beginning of an era, a kind of poem that represents a certain genre, and a kind of poem that is the benchmark of that era. Yin Lichuan's poems are very famous. I searched for them for a long time before I found them. Lower body doctrine has opened many people's eyes. Kafka taught others to write novels, and so did this poem. The symptoms of the times are not all bad, but they can be written by nailing or making love.
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My time
Haruki
She said, are you free the day after tomorrow?
I said yes.
You know
For some people.
I always have time.
Poetry Review: I know that I have been looking for such girls, and I know that each of them is my passion. Haruki is lively, but introverted. There is a girl you admire and want to protect. This is a good way to develop chance encounters. I wonder if she was full of temptation when she found a stone falling into the lake.
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Hazy times
multilingual
Outside the window, the smog looks like the sea and the railway station.
Like a quiet barge
A dried berry hangs on a branch.
It's like a accidentally spinning dice on roulette.
The occasional light in the room.
This is a brief reflection of snow.
Silence is like the moment when a deer in the forest pricks up its ears to listen.
A familiar face appeared outside the window.
They convicted him in the fog.
With the complicated and bad hearts of a group of old people
They used the royal choir method.
Strongly suppress vowels.
And now, I am also a member of silence.
It seems that it has always been like this, no matter where it is.
I am a part of that nothingness and nonexistence.
Bury your face in the fog and let silence speak for me.
Comment on Poetry: I have commented on this poem, and the rainy poem is full of intellectuals. As follows-multilingual poetry is philosophical and intellectual. This point is directed at most of his poems. Compared with many perceptual poets, the rainy philosopher temperament makes China's poems compatible with rational charm. How do poets write the times? What do poets in this era think? In my opinion, Duo Yu is a romantic and a walker. In our changing and joyful times, multilingual is not silent. Many people can't write disaster poems and times poems well, or they are self-righteous or don't know what they are talking about, and their feelings are overflowing. Duo Yu's "Smog Times" is a masterpiece. Dazzling and profound. We are like a barge in the sea, filled with fog. Most of us keep silent about what is happening around us. This is not only the sadness of smog, but also the bow and destruction of freedom. Under the shadow of power and fog, we have nowhere to run, or maybe we are "powerless". Everyone is like an ostrich, in great silence and nothingness.
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The sea breeze blows
Shen Haobo
Me and Sha Yi, Houma,
Yu Jian, Li Mingpeng
And Song Xiaoxian.
Night comes.
South China Sea of the Motherland
Chi food stall
Eat at the same time
Staring at the eyes.
A rough sea
Return on one side
Talking about poetry
Everyone thinks
Especially awesome
But often
A sea breeze blew.
We just ...
really not so
horrible
Poetry comment: Deconstructing this kind of thing is interesting in the language of poetry. Man-Han banquet is a long poem epic. Small fry can be heated for a while, and the poems in food stalls are so vulgar, so abusive, so real and so lively.