Complaining about modern poets and their works

Looking at the world, I see the hypocrisy of second-rate modern poets. I can’t help but want to complain about those so-called poets.

In my eyes, many modern poets inevitably regard themselves as aloof and aloof from the world. People who have experienced ups and downs in life will know that a happy life has warmth and fireworks, rather than relying on illusory words to deceive girls who are not familiar with the world, or even deceive themselves. Zhou Rong finally woke up, but her best youth was gone.

In fact, compared with other literary forms, it is more difficult to judge the level of modern poetry. If it is simple, colleagues will say you have no connotation, if it is obscure, colleagues will say you are pretending to be profound. In fact, the more important criterion is the reputation and status of the person who wrote the poem, but colleagues cannot or dare not say it. I thought about the classic joke: a group of people gathered around the master's paintings, praising each other and bragging to the fullest. The master said shamelessly, "I'm sorry, you are so disappointed."

Original meaning of the text It is a record, a record of experiences, a record of emotions, not a matter of sensationalism or mystique. If prose, novels and plays can already do this, why do we need the form of modern poetry? Without the sense of rhythm of ancient poetry, modern poetry would have no soul and appear nondescript.

I don’t read modern poetry, I only read it occasionally. I only draw conclusions based on my own understanding of literature and the conduct of those modern poets. It’s your own space anyway, so you can always complain.