Chapter 29 poetry anecdote

Among the people who leave comments on my blog, Teacher Zhao Lihua is probably the most famous.If someone leaves a message, you should thank her, which naturally includes her, even though I also think the "pear flower body" is quite funny. The only poem I can remember from 2006 is "I can't stand/those/in public places/toilets/after defecating/without flushing/urinals/".After reading this, I realized that the women's restroom is not a paradise.Lang Dalang plagiarized this sentence pattern on his signature on MSN and changed it to "I will never tolerate/those/who/promise/play/mahjong at three o'clock/but delay/do not come/people".

I quite understand Lang Dalang, how uncomfortable it is to not be able to play mahjong, he really can't tolerate it. There is no question of the poem itself.From the age of 15 to 21, I wrote poems for 6 years, but I still can't understand this thing. At the age of 21, I thought that Rimbaud would have gone to Africa to commit crimes at this age, so I stopped writing.Sometimes jokingly, I also say to people, "Are you a poet?" In fact, I don't regard the experience of writing poetry as a bad deed. God's belongs to God, and Caesar's belongs to Caesar. My view is always that poetry is yesterday's world. The glimmer of light once illuminated our dark hearts, as for what do the anti-poetic pigs think—who pissed on them?

In June 1989, one of my high school classmates wrote a long poem and sent it to me.At that time, the nationwide poetry disease had subsided, but the young people were excited, and their first reaction was to write a poem.In March of that year, Haizi died.This is a very important event for literary youth.Romanticism is derailed, dead ball, bankrupt. When I went online in 2000, the first thing I was surprised was, why are there still so many people writing poems?Surprisingly, it seems that I finally evolved into a platypus, only to find that there is still spring in the Jurassic period in a certain lonely valley.I looked it up and the new dinosaurs are pretty badly written.I think literature is something geniuses do, and guys with a small-town musty smell should be sidelined.

Later and now, the general public has climbed onto the historical stage of the Internet shamelessly. In the era of authoritarianism, there is nothing else to do, but the joy of bullying each other.The ingenuity of the masses is endless, and sometimes it can indeed produce very comical dramatic effects. I think of Saul Bellow's words: "While timid wisdom is still hesitating, brave ignorance has already acted." I also feel that the buzzing of mobs is the inevitable result of the democratization of the times.CCTV aired "The Rise of a Great Power," and the Southern Metropolis Daily had a good comment, saying that what matters is not the rise of a great country, but the rise of a great nation.I think that what is more important is the rise of the small people.You are a big country, you let a small country like me rise, and China will naturally be fine.The same applies to the online mob.I am full of confidence in the future of China. I believe that whether it is destroyed or established, the era of MZ will eventually come. Therefore, I have already made plans to spend my life with these shameless people.

Of course, when it comes to poetry, Mr. Zhao Lihua did give people a handle.The poems are so childishly written. In fact, I was talking nonsense, and I didn't really understand what it was. In 1992, a brother looked at the poems I wrote and was unable to comment on them politely and thoughtfully, so he said: "When I get older, I can't understand poems." Time flies, and now ME TOO.