Li Suo, poet, originally from Yueyang, Hunan. Since 2006, he has been writing poetry, and his works have been published in journals such as Poetry Journal, October, and Youth Literature, and have been selected into a variety of poetry anthologies. Published two books of poetry, "Positive Red" and "The Ink of the Stars". In fiscal 2010, he held a seminar on individual works. He won the 2014 Modern Youth Poet of the Year Award.
Four poems
Li Suo
The South, or Destiny
Nothing is not absorbed by it in an instant
Spirals, spirals that burn faster than fire
Recovering the waters that were about to dry up, the sails broke the heart of the mast
A whole scarred ship
The South and the boy called the South disappeared
Overnight. In the ruins, the eternal collapse of the country
The confused naked eye does not see a rose dares to dare with courage, with a fatalistic heart
Plunge into the mud that was once intimate as a twin
There has been no South since then. The South is the story and the accident
It is the helpless warrior who craves defeat, the sharp loneliness of the symmetry of the edges
It is the epitaph that advocates rhyme, and it is once anxious to rush to the human world and then called back
Just the Holy Child in heaven
The mother's womb of the human majesty is never out of reach
In her whirlwind of will, the spiral of despair gave birth to a person's fate early
It must be accompanied by saltiness and blood, at any time
Repeatedly swallowed into the deep throat of a past life
2015.7.12
Written in the old residence -
All history
They were all trapped here. Push open the door and you'll see
Silence is the equivalent of the old furnishings of vocalization, naked but transparent
All of yourself
A clumsy child burned by a scalding fairy tale
The disobedient blood-colored youth, the beauty of the cross street branded with a lifetime of scars
The light of luck that suddenly dimmed, the clever ears that were deaf
For the first time, a pair of tears surged through the night with a mournful female
She, them, takes turns every time they see you
Hug you tightly
They just hug you tightly
And do not indulge yourself to return to the depths to join the too free walk
It was as if the garden of unity was rarely ruined, as if it had always been taken care of by reason and love
It was as if the lonely and serious teenager next door was willing to welcome him graciously with open arms
Those who have returned from afar are already reborn neighbors
"All the soldiers who have been defeated need to trust and fight again!" ”
You said. " Only the part that has died can cast my life."
Loyalty and compassion
Tough Confidant".
2015.5.26
Secret, or goodbye
It's a secret. People are not good enough
Secret: So don't let it multiply
Possible, the fruit of resentment
It's time to go straight away and taste the abyss
Pretending to be a passerby, your choice is on a sunny day
In, the inevitable fork in your destiny
Present a wise man's farewell
The vain poet will surely be in the tears of fate
Read it aloud until he hangs himself deeply
Negligent head. Eventually he would be able to see it from the muddy puddles
The high firmament is the only sight
The dying vegetation, the temperature, the lost light, all obey the order
Happy life; the ground is firm, and there is not a single white cloud on the ground
Nothing, that is easily decrypted by the cool breeze
Imaginary body
2014.11.13
Salvation
Silent sad or running wildly
It's all you. The softest, you flow transparently, you arrive in the form of notes, humanity, the night
You dare to embrace hard, stinging, you hug, those years grew in a person's life
Exuberant thorns
"And she will never again be violently ill and kill herself"! In an instant I saw blue, and I saw the sky clear
Like serious eyes. And I hear the prayer of your spirit that is truly redeeming a stubborn disease
The softest, what a merciful stunt! So I'm determined to learn
Supercilious
Everything, the obstacle of "birth".
2014.6.25
Recommended words
While the whispers of one mind (the poet) remain fluid, stretched, and relaxed, the vessel of the other mind (the poet) is filled with nourishment, repair, and great pleasure. The circumstances of growth and the realm of life slowly unfold in poetry, and a person's time and space are like an individual's map of thousands of miles, handsome, sparse, rich and long. Poetic language through all the situations of the state of mind (a variety of internal perspectives), into words to imagery, into poetry to metaphor, into emotions with rhythm, to achieve the perceptual height of the whole text. Therefore, I preliminarily summarize the overall characteristics of Li Suo's poetic aesthetics: the secret language is clear, including three main elements: pure lyrical imagery, flowing narrative rhythm, and bright metaphorical taste.
The trinity of "self-talk + empathic dialogue + bright metaphor" forms the ideological traction of her poetry (the poetry of the East and the poetry of the West are isomorphic. The "self-talk" of his poems is not the confessionalism of European and American female poets; the "empathetic dialogue" of his poems has a dual-core cognition of emotion and reason; and his poem "Bright Metaphor" is a kind of expression of Li Suo's active self-consciousness. She does not stand up, but she does not bow down, and her poetic words retain a mood of "being alone and quiet, on the side of the water".
Li Su uses emotion (moment node) and emotion (time period) to guide readers to experience her yearning (poetry, main idea, ideal life realm, etc., with the continuity and eternity of time), so her poetry can not only exude sufficient intellectual taste, but also have the necessary good readability. She took the initiative to reduce the density of imagery, and used the branches of emotional feelings to bloom the flower of self-knowledge imagery, so that readers can taste the beauty of the secret language faster and more comfortably.
On the other hand, excellent poetry has never been just a gentle place to soothe the soul, it is also a spiritual cultivation place. It is not difficult to find from the subtle rhythm of her branches, sentence breaks, and even group words that she uses the "big word + detail" speech molecular formula to form many speech tentacles with adsorption and spiritual dimension, to climb those who have a high degree of poetic cognition in life, and always maintain a bright and clear style. As a result, the psychological experience brought about by her youth secret language, growth secret language, soul secret language, and the rhythm of the song formed by her lyrical long sentences have achieved the necessary linguistic flexibility of poetic aesthetics, and the oxygen purity of the spiritual field is vivid. Li Su's poetry does not carry the so-called intoxication of youth, the vertigo of growth and the madness of the soul, but reveals the Qingyue, melodious and rich "Qingyang poetry", which has become her text recognition.
In the context of "all narratives become techniques, lyric poetry is becoming more and more exaggerated and empty", the poet Li Suo's "Qing Yang Secret Language" has added a quiet path for the exploration of lyric poetry. (Wen Jingtian Brief Comment)
Poet Wen Jingtian
About the Author:
Wen Jingtian, poet and poetry critic, born in 1978 in Chengde, Hebei Province, has been practicing the neo-surrealist style of writing for many years, and has published poetry, prose poems, literary reviews, etc. in many domestic journals and magazines, and published poetry collections such as "Hymns to the Immortal Wind" and "Book of the World".
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