This was originally a joke, I thought. But obviously, the joke was too big, so big that a group of "rabble people" were clamoring to prepare a book of poems of their own.
Since the scissors have opened their mouths, they need to hinge; since the collection of poems has been decided to be published, it will be published; I, who never talk about poetry, can talk about it boldly.
However, let me be honest and tell you the origin of this poetry collection: the time is July 15, 2017 in the Gregorian calendar, and the week label says Saturday. It stands to reason that we from the north and south of the river are qualified to stay in the quilt for a few more hours on this day. But no. There are two reasons for this failure: one is that the weather is too hot; the other is that a WeChat group accidentally "boils the pot". The problem of hot weather can basically be solved with hard work, such as taking off more ruthlessly, dressing more "three o'clock", which is really not enough, and paper fans and air conditioners; the problem of "opening the pot" can be more difficult to deal with, because obviously , Once "opened", a large area has been scalded quickly.
"Come hug me
you bastard
Come kiss me
you bastard bastard"
Look, this is a poem translated into English, how beautiful! The beauty makes me feel like pantothenic acid from teeth to feet.
"The story of the white-haired man
The story tells about
A man
raped a woman
and then fled to the mountains
became a terrible white-haired man
This story warns
we men
Don't rape women"
Others say this poem is written directly , no, I don't think so. I slid over the poem, and I kept going in circles around it. I always feel that this poem should be unfinished, or just beginning. Unfortunately, I stared at my poor four eyes sore, but I could only see its ugly little head, and I couldn't yank its body and tail.
If this is poetry,
Then I can write poetry too!
As a result, a bunch of "idlers" in the group fried the pot, and they all started to write poems, and then, there is this collection of poems in front of you.
Mr. Yang Zhengguang, a famous poet, novelist, and film and television celebrity, asked me to write something for this collection of poems, and I agreed without hesitation. Not because of confidence, but because of ignorance and fearlessness. Since you poets dare to write poems like this, how can I, as a layman of poetry, just say a few words?
"This is a
Wet Saturday morning
The sea slams on the head of the bed
There are no waves and waves
Teacher Yang Zhengguang
Holding the boat
Finally
Still wet
- Motor
My favorite
Doing things
on This time I engaged in
, I was detained
This time I engaged in
, actually
became famous
—— Gan Ye
She is a fairy
She has culture
She writes poetry today
The more she writes, the happier
She swells
while writing
Put on a swimsuit
I sat on the bed wet
- Zhou Mo
Are these things considered poetry ? I don't know. Are these poems worse than those of serious poets? I don't agree. At least, they have grasped the true meaning of poetry, They dare to laugh, scold and scold in their poems, without making people upset, making their teeth sour, or pretending to be serious. Therefore, compared with the serious poets in front of them, I think they are actually more like them. It's a "wet man".
Of course, you can take my words as a joke. Isn't the publication of this collection of poems the result of a joke? In fact, sometimes, a joke is not a bad thing.
2017-7- 28
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