Reading and sharing 42- "Young people, please bear with it"

I first saw a poem entitled "Young people, please bear with it" in WeChat official account's "Past at the Trough" in Hetaitou, and my friend shared it with me. He Caitou said, "Poetry has always existed, but the mood for reading poetry is rare. Yesterday, I happened to see a poem "Young Man, please bear with it". After reading it, I couldn't help reading it again, and suddenly I felt the mood of reading poetry. This is a poem for people wandering in the city, just right, just right. "

I immediately placed an order to buy this collection of poems, which is a selected collection of poems officially published by the poet Velvet Meteor. It contains more than 1 poems created from 212 to 218, especially 2 photographs of the author. The collection of poems is divided into four series, each with its own main line. The poems are like a mirror, which constitutes a magnificent and sensitive author's film in a montage way. His poems are intuitive and dense in images, expressing the living conditions of modern people and the way of watching the world; The photographic works are influenced by his poems, with hidden poetry and unique perspective. Whether it is poetry or photography, his works are very penetrating and reach the depths of the soul. These works reflect each other in the book, showing a reflection on the nature of life.

very coincidentally, these poems, which look like words, read life, and really have the urge to read aloud. When you read plain words, you will feel touched when you read them. Perhaps this is the power of poetry.

I think of the movie Patterson I saw before. Patterson is a bus driver, and he writes poems every day. Patterson's life is quiet and repetitive, like a mechanical clock on time. Get up at 6:3, have breakfast, walk to work, walk past shops and streets, and go to the bus stop; Write poems before driving, start the car, fix the route in the town, and take passengers on and off; Lunch alone at the dam at noon, continue to write poems, and finish the writing that was interrupted in the morning. Repeat the bus route in the afternoon, go round and round, and finally walk the same way and turn back home; Have dinner with my wife, walk the dog, have a beer in the bar and go home to sleep.

But he is not bored or lonely. He has poems. Poetry tells us that loneliness and love can exist.

Share some favorite poems in the collection of poems:

"I only know that people are people and dust is dust"

"No, dust is you when you are alive

dust after you die"

Dust

I was awake when the courier knocked at the door

He knocked at the door and called my name impatiently

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I need to endure it again, when I am proud

and when I am frustrated. When the waves are rising and retreating,

when they are longing or disappointed. Sit down among businessmen

Stay awake between vomiting and fighting

"Everyone will fall down, when that day comes"

A ridiculous old man walks over and tells you

Falling down in the street is also a part of life

"Young people, please bear it"

The drinks at the bar are poured to the unfortunate people,