The pioneer is likely to die first, just like the martyr, who must shed his last drop of blood before he can shed a bright path for others. Therefore, the pioneer deserves praise but is not a sign of success, and the first warrior often does not make the last hero.
All pioneers are experiments, adventures, sacrifices, dedications, and innovations, and only a very small number of lucky generals can get the fruits of victory.
Modern poetry takes avant-garde poetry and avant-garde poets very seriously, which is an affirmation of innovation. If avant-garde poetry is promoted as good poetry, it is an insult to poetry. Because heavy victories usually belong only to generals who have absorbed enough blood and tears before accumulating new strength. The so-called one will become famous and ten thousand bones will wither, not only war, the development of all peak things depends on the development of other things, that is, the fame of one person is actually the efforts of tens of millions of people.
Poetry can have the function of entertainment, but entertainment is never its purpose. Entertainment to death is almost the enemy of poetry, and entertainment is just a shadow puppet cast on the wall during the carnival of the spirit of words.
The giants of the times, they carry the thick shell of history in the winding ups and downs for a long time, how can they have time to stop and laugh, only the artists who have no worries about food and clothing and casual boys and girls have the boundless dance of the stars and the endless hymns sung. Therefore, if this world lacks hardship as a background, this joy is meaningless.
The time has come for the new poetry to return to the sea, and all the arguments will be regrouped under the banner of truth, goodness and beauty. All the false big empty monsters and ugliness must be revealed one by one. But praise and criticism are still the vanguard of this world.
From popular poems that express universal sentiment to personalized poems that express unique experiences, there is no order of time, but the stage is big and small. We don't need to favor one over the other, since the contradictions always exist at the same time, we can only let the times sift through, maybe the two go hand in hand, or the feng shui will take turns and come to my house next year.
A poet only has a sincere heart, and he does not have to have the heart of victory, nor does he have to be afraid of defeat. It is like a satellite emanating from the heart, first purposefully transported to space with a roaring rocket, then connected to strange worlds with natural love, and finally wandered through the boundless universe with a purposeless mind.
Fame and fortune can be both the patron saint of poets and the executioners of good poetry. Sometimes the poet wakes up and falls asleep, and sometimes the poet is poor and rich. Poetry is closer to the destiny of heaven than fame and fortune, and can only be pursued, not caught, persistent, and not forced.
Author: Liumu (Liumu Bodhi), the poet laureate of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, and Luo Liurong, a native of Yongzhou, Hunan, a primary school teacher who has been obsessed with poetry from beginning to end, a young citizen with a sense of social responsibility and justice, and an unknown grassroots who boils life experience into coffee and wine. His life was not turbulent, but his heart experienced darkness that no one had ever experienced. His emaciated body and mind experienced the most painful blows such as selfishness, loneliness, despair, and helplessness. His love was guided by natural goodness, and his singing was sharpened by the sword and axe of the soul. Therefore there is honey in his suffering, and there is a song in his pain. He is a lonely poet forgotten by the wind.