His colloquial poems "kind of mean"
Text/Winter Goose
Man is sick, does God know?
Poetry is not enough. No matter what others interpret this poem of the great man a hundred years ago, I think that as a poet of politicians, he should definitely have multiple meanings. At that time, when the country and the nation were in the midst of three thousand years of no major changes, the revolution began, and the great man asked this question, which can be described as deafening and deafening--social chaos and people's suffering is so unbearable, do you know the heavens? Since then, as a revolutionary, all his revolutionary theories should have begun here, and they were holograms full of his salvation of the people.
New poems are also a hundred years old. If you take this question to lament the new poem, its weight is also appropriate.
Classical Chinese poetry from the "Book of Poetry", "Chu Ci", to han le fu, ancient poems NINETEEN, Tang poetry, Song ci, Yuan Qu, all the way, the peak rises, it is a classicization process, it is this process, the classical Chinese condensed to the point of no return, the rhyme is harsh, the battle is neat, the rhetoric is condensed, its beauty is really impressive. The New Culture Movement, for its poetry, is itself a colloquial process – "I write my heart". The new poem was created, and countless "heroes and benevolent people" threw themselves into it, which opened up the realm of new poetry, and along the way, through its classicization process, it has also handed down classic masterpieces with great achievements, which are indispensable to the development of modern Chinese.
At the beginning of the new poem, thousands of sails raced to cross, and hundreds of boats competed for the current. Wen Yiduo's "three beauty" standards were gradually shelved and ignored, because he could not be cautious in his own family. Later, it simply reached the point of no standard. As everyone knows, no standard is the most difficult, because there is no standard for judging. The so-called good and bad are becoming more and more difficult to reach a consensus. After entering the new century, the new poetry controversy developed into a scuffle, and some simply attacked each other and even scolded each other. Once the network poetry starts, the platform is king, the good and the bad are even more uneven, the teachers and students know that the township party members establish circles, "promote each other", "hold each other", the applause in the circle is lively, and the outside of the circle is cold and cold, so that the social people miss the classical poetry. But "the green mountains can't cover it, after all, it flows east", poetry must develop, and good poetry has always emerged.
We all have the feeling that the writing of new poems has reached an increasingly mysterious point, and it is simply to the point of being incomprehensible and untraceable, which is really a headache. In this context, the poetic community has proposed the label of colloquial poetry, deliberately distinguishing it from imagery poetry, which shows how much it hates that kind of mysterious writing. Any form and genre must have its rationality, according to the poetic proposal of most spoken poets, that is, to write poetry that can be understood. Colloquial poetry naturally assumes the direction of the modernization of Chinese poetry and should be vigorously advocated, at least not to kill with a stick, and certainly not with a stick. At the beginning of the practice of oral poetry creation, it was very popular, because at least the people who wrote poetry were no longer decent, giving the impression that poetry began to be close to the people, lowering the threshold of reading and writing, as if anyone could make a stroke. Entering the poem in a vernacular like boiling water, even the whiter it is, the better, otherwise it will be beaten into another book by the fans and denounced. In this way, the ranks of poetry are even larger, because there are many cross-border writers, and celebrities write poems, so that poetry is named after people, and people are named after poetry. "I am the best writer of poetry, the best of the novels," someone used to judge himself, in order to balance the vanity of the mediocre.
An aspiring poet, his (her) view of poetry should be correct, for the sake of the enlightenment of poetry, can not take ugliness as beauty, and distort the taste of poetry of the masses, and the sin is great. Some people insist on defending themselves and flaunting themselves in a different way, but they must go through the test of history to see whether they have tenacious vitality.
Far from it! Appreciate Li Bu married spoken language poems, made such a large off-topic opening statement, but I think it is necessary, this is called want to yang first or suppress, in order to let everyone see how Li Bu married how to write spoken poems, where is his spoken language poetry good, can you learn a little?
Rules
It's all clichés
Such as respecting the elderly and loving the young, thrifty and thrifty
Such as mutual respect between husband and wife, filial piety and strictness, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and so on
I don't mean to be disrespectful
I just think these rhymes are too broad
Suitable for all surnames, families, in this land
It has always been a civilized speech and a friend of virtue
But none of them are specific to the details
For example, respect women and eat at the table
Wait until the housewife is in place
Everyone just moved the dishes
None of them are love! None of them are harsh
One person commits domestic violence, and the whole family goes to take down the stick
……
There was a relative, that year he had just married his daughter-in-law, the family had breakfast, the daughter-in-law was not there at that time, so he opened the meal. In less than ten minutes, the daughter-in-law returned, but there was not much food left on the table, and there was no separate reservation, seeing this situation, the family did not know how to be good for a while. Although the daughter-in-law still laughed and said that it was okay to eat, it was all right, the tears of grievance still flowed silently, and the situation was very embarrassing. At that time, the most upset was my father, who felt landless, and since then he has made a rule - no one in the family is allowed to eat.
The so-called family training is not a general and large dogmatic slogan, not a high-pitched one, but a specific and subtle one. It can be reflected in the three meals a day, which is also the most basic embodiment of equality, respect and love. Otherwise, there is no such thing as a tall "house rule", otherwise those house rules are clichés. Geodesy relies on sea level as a base point, and family culture must also have a minimum basis - the basic norms of life. Leaving this base point, is it still necessary to talk about house rules! China's national planning culture is broad, has a long history, and is an excellent traditional culture. The poem borrows the title of the family rule, lashing out at the painful reality of the situation, focusing on good points and thought-provoking. This is the function that colloquial poetry is meant to achieve.
Duku Highway
No noise, no rampage
The flock is like a motley blanket
From one side of the prairie,
Rush onto the Duku Highway
So orderly, by an invisible hand
Shake it open on the grassland on the other side
Under the Heavenly Mountains, our journey
Therefore, there are frequent pauses, and when they see more, they turn a blind eye
But remember one or two rams that left the team
Nailed to the middle of the highway
Toward our car, provocatively, raised the machete above our heads
Needless to say, the Duku Highway is famous all over the world, it crosses the Tianshan Mountains, connects the north and south of Xinjiang, with a total length of more than 500 kilometers, spanning three Dabans, passing through alpine grasslands, glaciers, rivers, and grand canyons, with rich geological and geomorphological diversity and beautiful scenery, although it is a huge challenge, it is a happy way to travel by car. Before the road was built, very few people could penetrate deep into the hinterland of the Tianshan Mountains, almost isolated from the world. After the road was repaired, there was an endless stream of vehicles, which obviously disturbed the migration of sheep. For a long time, the sheep seemed to be accustomed to this disturbed life, and when they migrated, "not noisy, not rampage /.../from the grassland on one side, pouring onto the Duku Highway/So orderly...", you see, how docile the sheep are, this meekness seems to contain helplessness, losing their original nature. The travel of the passengers is interrupted by this situation from time to time, and over time, they are impatient, not a few people who sound the long horn, the migrating sheep are often washed away, the large army of sheep goes far, but one or two rams prefer to leave the procession and "nail" in the middle of the road. Even more provocative than confrontation, because they stand up with "machetes overhead", machetes in hand, not provocations? With the machete in hand, why be afraid! Rams are the main backbone of the flock, and in the face of the collective unconscious majority, they are clearly the key minority to enlightenment, and their provocations are extremely angry, intolerable, intolerable, and they will eventually leave, but can't this anger make the human soul tremble? The harmonious coexistence between man and nature is a string of thought that human beings as strong people must always tighten, and they must not be enlarged.
This short spoken poem, the choice of its theme, the use of rhetoric, can be circled, and the poem is established here.
Good poetry is like a lamp
A good poem
It must have come with its own light
Instead, those flickered like police lights
A scream with fierce rhetoric, flowery rhetoric
Often empty, shallow, and not self-aware
A good poem
It must be peaceful
No noise, no commotion, even ignoring
Nor does it make a loud, deep soul
Always waiting to be awakened by a confidant
It's like in a dark corridor
The silent induction light, with a light stomp, will light up in response to the sound
Although this "Good Poems Like Lamps" has some "self-righteous" preaching flavor, it compares fierce rhetoric and flowery rhetoric to flashing police lights, and good poems to silent induction lights.
Poetry, in particular, says that language is the body and the intention is the soul, then "spirit and flesh" must be one. Without a good body, it is impossible to hold an extraordinary soul, and a good poem is like a "Buddha in the flesh." The language of spoken poetry must be concise, natural, vivid and flexible, Li Bujiao's spoken poetry writes depth and strength, recording life to reflect reality at the same time, reading each of his poems, you will find "a little meaning" - poetry.
The Tajiks have said that grass must be repeatedly digested by cattle before it can become milk; books must be repeatedly thought by people before they can become knowledge. I think that the thinking in life has been "repeatedly digested" by Li Bujiao and elevated to thought. Reality sublimates philosophy in the purification of this thought. I can also boldly think that whether in poetics or in the advanced consciousness of human thought, his deeds have a certain influence and poetic status, and are worthy of the title of "Old Poetry Bone of Hunan".
In fact, colloquial poetry is really difficult to write, and if your standard is to be able to write poetry, it is even more difficult to operate than image poetry (I say that oral poetry does not have imagery). Because the language of colloquial poetry pays attention to lyrical color, most of them are narrative languages, the language is neutral, and the poetry of facts is advocated, but it must be distinguished from paragraphs and sharp turns, and if it is not good, it will be written into a diary in the form of poetry. The reason why poetry is poetry is not in form, but in whether there is a taste of poetry, that is, poetry. The so-called poetry is to have the "xingguan group grievances", that is, the perceptual function, the cognitive function, the educational function and the critical function of poetry. Whether a piece of your text is a real poem or not, the real poet has his own judgment. Therefore, in the era of spoken poetry, the poetry world is even more chaotic, which is due to the fact that the creative practice of spoken poetry is still small, there are not many classic works to refer to, and it belongs to the era of horse racing.
Attached: Lee bu marries poetry works
Visited Kaihui Cemetery early last summer
As a daughter
Rest next to your mother
She is not alone. Despite the old lady's tombstone
It was eroded and covered with moss
Despite the chirping of cicadas in early summer, in the woods
Like a hidden miniature recorder, it will take us up the mountain in footsteps
Switched to a quiet band, but I was still amazed
How feminine the green mountains are here
As a mother, she still looks after her beloved eldest son
Even though it's just a crown tomb
But the pine trees in front of her tomb all leaned toward it and posed as cuddles
Wait for the individual to come
Just these four words
Carved on the pink wall of Meishan Temple
It's a lot of thought. A few branches of cold plums do gu pan
It's even more heart-wrenching
It's wonderful to ask a Buddha and ask yourself again
But if you borrow it from me, engrave it on the tombstone
There is no end to the meaning
These burned psalms will eventually be forgotten
But I still stubbornly waited for someone to come
No matter the mountains and rivers, the time of the next life flows
There is always someone, in a new language, to repeat the brilliance of the stars and dew
Recognize horses in Korqin
sigh! It's a good horse
The shoulder blades are almost flush with the person
The ears are like a knife-cut bamboo tube, alert and flexible
The bright red blood vessels in the nostrils are clearly visible
But when I first stepped into the saddle
Expect a ride to the dust,
Run to the sunset at the end of the prairie
It was like an old cow, stopping and going
Along the fixed tourist route
No matter how I loosened the reins
Kick it hard in the stomach, no matter how sweaty I may be
It remains unmoved. A good horse
Meet an inferior rider
It was so calm and generous; and I was so angry that I felt insulted
A pair of chopsticks
There are always people with strange eyes
Look at Xu Jingya's appearance with chopsticks
Clumsy like a knife
The other way is to even have a piece of chicken wings, but also to take care of the hut
He's left-handed! When it comes time to eat
I pretended to turn a blind eye
Out of courtesy, more out of
Respect for such a brother:
He once slapped his chopsticks and left
Forty years ago, with a young wife
Say goodbye to the frozen land, and never return like a thorn
Duku Highway
No noise, no rampage
The flock is like a motley blanket
From one side of the prairie,
Rush onto the Duku Highway
So orderly, by an invisible hand
Shake it open on the grassland on the other side
Under the Heavenly Mountains, our journey
Therefore, there are frequent pauses, and when they see more, they turn a blind eye
But remember one or two rams that left the team
Nailed to the middle of the highway
Toward our car, provocatively, raised the machete above our heads
Good poetry is like a lamp
A good poem
It must have come with its own light
Instead, those flickered like police lights
A scream with fierce rhetoric, flowery rhetoric
Often empty, shallow, and not self-aware
A good poem
It must be peaceful
No noise, no commotion, even ignoring
Nor does it make a loud, deep soul
Always waiting to be awakened by a confidant
It's like in a dark corridor
The silent induction light, with a light stomp, will light up in response to the sound
gas lamp
Old objects are forgotten
Take gas lamps, for example
In the era when five fingers were not visible
In the absence of electricity, there is no lighting tool
Childhood nights
Illuminate the village as brightly as day
The man lying in the coffin was like an old cow unloaded
The closed eyes are illuminated by a strong light
The stimulation is overwhelming
And Cuckoo diligently called: Grandpa and Grandma, cut the wheat and cut the grass
That year's wheat was green, and Grandma would not come back
That year the wheat was yellow, and Grandpa married the widow of the neighboring village home
Moments of fear
Maybe it's overly focused
When I use my hands and feet together, the ladder from Van Gyeongsan
Land on a safe flat ground
Not like a tough companion
He collapsed to the ground in fear, and even lost his voice and cried
That's a miracle
Skinny like me
Leaves that can be blown away by a gust of wind
But on the cliff, the vertical stone steps are like walking on the ground
Only on the second climb
I heard the scream of the lost foot. Of course, that was already in the dream
Li Bujie, a traditional media practitioner and adjunct professor at the Wenxin Institute of Central South University, is now retired and specializes in poetry creation. He has published poems such as "Where Is Tomorrow's Breakfast", and won the Annual Poetry Collection Award of the First Boao International Poetry Award.
Dong Yan, real name Wang Yan. A native of Shangqiu, Henan, he is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Henan Writers Association, the executive vice president of the Shangqiu Women's Poetry Society, and the deputy editor-in-chief of the Poets' Dictionary Platform. Famous commentator. Poetry and criticism works are distributed in "Poetry Journal", "Selected Poetry Journal", "Green Wind", "Shandong Literature", "Special Attention", "Yalu River", etc., and the works have been selected in many editions. Several awards have been awarded. He is the author of the poetry collection "Shoulder Rubbing and Facing Each other", and won the Top Ten Poetry Collection Award of the 6th Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala in 2020.