Why Munch stopped writing poetry

Every age has its rebels, and Munch is such a rebel. Munch's poems are not aesthetically pleasing, and they do not feel shocking when they read them now, but they are famous because of the turning point of the times and the effect of vibrating at that time.

Relatively speaking, Munch's poetry is more like rebellion for the sake of rebellion, just like some people now write poetry for the sake of writing poetry, and such creation is difficult to produce good works. In this sense, Munch is not a true rebel.

There is no shame in rebellion; on the contrary, the times need rebels. It's just that the rebellion of the Munchers is shallow, and they don't touch the roots of the pulse of the times. It can even be said that this rebellion under the wings is cowardly, and there is an innate inferiority complex. Their voices were inevitably silent, and the poetry was broken.

Expensive and cheap, naturally unforgettable; cheap and expensive, everything is just floating clouds.

"To Munch"

whisper

Is it to wake me up?

When winter comes

Everything will go to sleep

Only the wind

Still roll call

Tearing at your sobriety

whoop

Hoarse after all

I could only see the waving arms in the wind

Like a dead branch

No one will care

The leaves have become mud

——"To Munch" by No Poetry Analysis