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If the country declines, poetry will flourish, while Guoxing will decline. The richer the material, the poorer the spirit. Poetry, on the other hand, is a literary product to express one's feelings, and also a reflection and expression of inner exploration, human exploration and cosmic exploration. Excluding those so-called schools, poetry can be divided into subjective poetry and objective poetry. Subjective poems are mostly used to describe people's inner changes and imagination, while objective poems mainly describe natural and factual things. Subjective poetry focuses on criticism and expression, while objective poetry focuses on cultivating sentiment. Throughout history, the rise and prosperity of foreign and domestic poetry is in a period when a country is experiencing revolution or change, because people were suffering, social unrest and material poverty at that time. At this time, poets help the public to express their dissatisfaction with class and policy, criticize social autocracy and so on through poems, thus filling people's spiritual vacancy and yearning for a better future. Nowadays, people are influenced by interests from all sides and have become a group of consumers and consumers. People are constantly giving and taking, and are forced to become a tool to make money. No one will pay attention to things beyond survival, criticize social injustice and pay attention to the inner world. For Kay, I can only say that he lived in an era without poetry.
The incident about the poet's suicide is nothing new. Because I love words, I can guess the cause of his death. I don't know if I wrote a poem before, but I am also trying to reach the realm of a poet. Why should a person write a poem? Because he is dissatisfied, depressed and has a strong desire to express himself. He has an indomitable desire to explore philosophy and human nature. When he saw through the rules of the world and the filth of human nature, he began to establish his own set of values. When this set of values is incompatible with the real world, there will be barriers and conflicts between his inner and outer. Most good poets stay away from the crowd, not deliberately alienating the crowd, but because their hearts cannot integrate into the real world. In a sense, poets are like unconverted monks, but after all, monks can make a living by temple incense or donations, while wild poets are mostly poor or penniless. Therefore, I think his heart must have experienced hundreds of struggles. On the one hand, he lamented the injustice of fate and his talent was not appreciated. On the other hand, he saw through human nature and social rules. Brother Kai wrote a letter of application in 1500 words, but in the end it sank into the sea. Finally, he joined a non-profit organization, helped local schools and poor students many times, and contacted outside help, books and donations. However, a year later, he chose to commit suicide. No one knows what psychological changes he has experienced, but one thing is certain: he is willing to compromise for the world. He is not an idealist. He urgently needs to find a way to survive. He is still a kind boy, but opportunity doesn't favor him. Although kindness is a rare quality, talent is a rare quality, but these two noble qualities in this business society where connections are king and money is king, at best, they are just talk after dinner, at best, they can only be embellishments of your career.
Poems written by Kaige:
Not the end.
Dusk is not the end
Morning is not the end.
Living is not the end.
Death is not the end.
A tree died.
A river guards it.
Crying all my life
From his poems, I saw despair and hope. His heart has been colliding with reality, but this strong collision has turned into his final liberation or departure. However, his news was not exposed until after his death and became the focus of media attention. The purpose of media reports is not only to express regret for this young genius, but also to attract attention with the help of themes. Many people know an unwritten theorem-many artists become famous after death. However, this is not an accidental phenomenon, but a sad reality, because art must have commercial value if it is to be commercialized. Attention, selling point and popularity are essential elements of commercial value, and death only satisfies the factors that are hyped and attracted attention. Van Gogh's commercial value has become a model in the art world. Without the help of his relatives, maybe his works will only be left at a corner of the world. Art is a subjective object, and speculating on art is speculating on people's thinking. There are many businessmen who buy and sell works of art, and artists who really appreciate it will not buy a so-called work of art because it is priceless. Brother Kay has none of these. If he can be resurrected, with the current exposure, there will definitely be companies willing to hire him. For the salary, he only asks: the guaranteed salary is 3000.
Kay's poem:
At dusk, my father is still in the field at the top of Xishan Mountain.
At dusk, my father is still in the field at the top of Xishan Mountain.
Corn grows with you.
You are very silent.
Transform the world with hoes
I know you want to hold up the eyelids of the sky.
Let the light pass through the gap you hold up
Feed this cornfield
It's dusk, father.
The sky needs sleep.
Go home and tell my little nephew.
The scattered Kuomintang soldiers you met when you were young.
This poem expresses his guilt for his father's meticulous care and love. He wants to repay his parents and give them hope through his talent, but he can't bear to be a burden to them again and again because of obstacles in reality. The news report also said that Kaige met a girl online, and the girl admired his talent. Once, the girl came all the way home to see him, and finally, the girl left with tears in her eyes. Brother Kay's death was accidental and inevitable. Inevitably, because the highest realm of poetry is death, every poem you write comes from your thinking about every moment. The more thoroughly you think, the more dull you are about life and death, hate and love. Enlightenment in Buddhism is not the best choice for everyone. After all, you are still a mortal, and mortals also have concerns and feelings. If you understand everything, you will find that even if you have more friends and a happy marriage, you will still be lonely, and you will eventually leave this world alone. You will also find that the abundance and scarcity of materials can't make you feel really happy and happy, because everything happens with other things; You will also find that death is not so terrible, it is just a stop in life.
In the days of writing poetry, the thought of death crossed my mind several times, but I flinched. First, even if I understand the rules of the universe, I have no courage to die, because this does not hinder my pursuit of poetry and words; Second, people don't just live for themselves. I can't imagine the sad expression on my family when I left. The original intention of poetry is to express the essence with concise words. Different from writing, writing is more inclined to rhetoric, content, framework and implication, while poetry is a process of enlightenment and a kind of meditation. So the poet is always lonely. He is lonely because his thoughts are different from ordinary people. The poet is extreme because he is firm in his own ideas; The poet is sensitive because he pays attention to the edge of society;
There are too many explanations for a person's death. No matter how you speculate, you can't know his true heart. Just because he and I have the same pursuit and love for words. Therefore, I think brother Kai has a part of his heart and is consistent with me. It's just that he chose another world leading to poetry and continued to pursue his own ideals. And I, as a souvenir, continue to express myself in words. Not because I love this land, but because there are people I love here.
Some people say that people who write poems are half crazy and half demon, while others say that people who write poems are half drunk and half awake. But as an unreliable lover of words, I think people who write poems are half themselves and half the world.
Kay's poem:
outside the window
Twelve birds are flying outside the window.
Twelve birds are far from the window.
The loneliness outside the window guards the lonely stone.
At dawn, the leaves waved to me.
Leaves released 12 birds.
The sun followed.
Mom, a big tree.
I like to roll in the open space.
In order to satisfy me, you push the clouds in the sky hard.
My sweat dyed the sky red.
You waved to me again, with open arms.
Gently pull up the black curtain and send me to sleep.
When I grow up, I become an ant.
I think I have walked for a long time and arrived at a distant place.
All the flowers and plants have withered.
I just saw you still watching.
Finally, I learned to fly away with a bird.
I didn't know until I came back for many years.
The sky is not falling, you are persisting.
Fly peacefully for me.
A long road
A distant road, the end
I sprinkled raindrops on my cheeks.
Wrinkle cheeks and blossom lips.
A distant road, a distant place
Lou, I beg you.
Cover my eyes and lips with dust.
I don't need blue sky.
I need the sea.
Country mother by the sea, embrace
Holding my bride.
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