Commentary on the Poetry of Ge Ming Cao.
Original
Listen to me, dear
Wen Wuang. Listen to me, dear
You have to spoil me, but don't spoil me too much.
It has given me a clearer understanding of my situation.
You have to love me, but you don't love me too much.
Let me maintain a minimum respect for love.
You have to think about me, but don't miss me too much.
So that I can when you don't want me.
Caught up in your own virtual predicament.
Treat me as a treasure, not as a mustard.
Let me learn to treasure in the mustard.
Hide their light, dim their light.
Corresponds to this.
I will also love you a little less, a little longer, a little slower.
Deeper. Loosen a little, come alive a little.
No cuts.
Appreciation
What I share today is the poem "Listen to Me, Dear" by Wu Ang, a poet born in the 70s, who is one of the representative poets of "lower body" poetry. However, this poem is not written "excessively", but returns to rational love, which can make two people comfortable. This is the expression of ideal love, and it can be seen that the poet's inner needs are strong, firm, and need to be understood by the other party. However, some people will think that this kind of writing is too self-centered and self-centered. Therefore, it is easy to love each other, but it is difficult to get along, this sentence can simply sum up the relationship between the sexes in all hardships. Next, enter the poem, deeply analyze the poet's appeal, and learn for your own use.
First, the poet goes through three groups of "both ......Don't ......There is a kind of transition and conditional relationship, which is exactly what the poet's heart needs, and it is also a way for the poet to maintain himself. Spoil me, but don't spoil me too much; Love me, but not too much; If you want to think about me, don't think too much. These words reflect the maturity of the poet's love, and everything must be measured. However, will such a rational love make the other party lose his passion?
The poet starts from the self, which is a very personal request, and if this dear one does, it will be a manifestation of understanding and respect, which is also the basis of love. However, often being too demanding, is also a potential factor that can lead to the breakdown of a relationship. In terms of time, these requirements are a test for a person. And love itself has an impulsive characteristic, if a person's passion is restrained, although you gain the self, he will lose the self. Therefore, love is mutual understanding and mutual respect.
On the basis of the above appeal, the psalmist puts forward a new appeal: "You must treat me as a treasure, not as light as a mustard", which is certain and necessary for those who love, otherwise, it cannot be called love. Here, the poet alone emphasizes this requirement, which is foreshadowing. Now it seems that it is not so much a need as a design for love. An idealized, somewhat self-centered love.
The poet said that the treasures are hidden in the mustard, hiding their light, dimming their light, it seems that in this way, he can logically "love you a little less, a little longer, a little slower, a little deeper, a little looser, a little fresher, a little uncut", this may be a bit selfish, or afraid that the other party's love is too heavy, and they have a burden, so they put forward such an idea. The poet's few, slow, deep, loose, fresh, and uncut may be a pretext, just to love without psychological burden. This is also the psychological thinking of some people, but if there is a psychological burden, it may not be true love.
The love expressed in this poem can be summed up in one sentence, with a bit of refined egoistic tendencies. The poet's appeal for love, which seems reasonable, is not perfect in practice, which will also lead to new problems. This kind of poem about love always makes people have infinite associations, and when analyzed from different angles, different conclusions will be drawn. This is also one of the characteristics of poetry. The poet's idealized love makes people feel an inexplicable worry, can this really work?
Throwing bricks and leading jade, discussing poetry on poetry, and learning by writing, this is the end. If you have different opinions, please feel free to communicate in the comment area. If you have a recommended poem, please leave a message to let me know, enjoy it together, and make progress together. I am the poet Ge Ming Cao, welcome to pay attention, see you in the next issue of poetry review!
Wu Ang, a poet born in the 70s, was born in Zhangpu County, Fujian Province, and graduated from Fudan University and the Graduate School of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. He used to be a weekly journalist, and since 2003 he has been a freelancer, writing poetry and **, and hosting a boarding writing camp. He has published poetry collections "Simply, I'll Say", "Life Doesn't Limit the Speed", "Towards the Sunny Place", "I Don't Want to Enter Your Life with Great Fanfare", "Man in a Bottle", "What Is Monday the Week", "The Suitcase Under the Bed", and the essay collection "Best".