Poetry Writing + Creative Writing Game (Erase Game, S+7 Game) | Akademi Moon Poetry Society

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When reading poetry, like a transparent balloon that floats in the wind, falls, bounces up again, wanders, from morning to dusk, the colors flicker, swim freely in the air, feel the poetry and your own. Wonderful relationship. Akademi Moon Poetry Society provides members with a space for free creation and gives members an opportunity to explore new ways of expression. Here, you will explore the ins and outs of poetry from theoretical study, deconstruct poetry in creative games such as Poetry Erasing Game, S+7, Imagine Translation, Poetry Recitation, and better understand poetry.

The four poems in this article are from members of the third issue of the Moon Poetry Society: Hermione, Chocolate, Lola, Moon

-Poetry writing-

 "Nothing Happens Here"
                           Hermione

Public toilets close at 6pm

People in the city collectively shut down their bladders

There are long yellow leaves in the cracks of red bricks

Withered branches block the only way

Just walk into the next trap

like a peaceful lamb to be slaughtered

No fence can limit any life

As long as existence bows to maximum value

how do i escape

There is nothing in the vast pant

The truth didn't lend me a leg

The scythe on the head hangs high and low

The ground beneath my feet is burying countless others of its kind

At a glance, there are monuments everywhere

no need to pay homage

No one has ever lived here

Unless that sickle calls the shots

Otherwise nothing will happen here

 "Brittle Heart"
                            Lola

No one will be hurt tonight

Only the abandoned life sprouts and grows old regardless of the season

One girl joins another girl, bridging the hills and the sea

Every one that's left is screaming with a forgotten voice

All I know is that I'm not the last one to wither

The first is the heart, one touch is a big hole

Much more brittle than the girl next to her, and thinner

The fire also started from there, sticking to the pores, roasting a little bit

Instead, the wet sneaky fled first

I'm clutching my secrets, longing to live again

Even if it is more painful than the previous life

Mother used a piece of Qingming dish to mend my heart

Rolling dew drops are also easily broken into tears

This wild vegetable is most like a woman's life

 "last bus"
                            chocolate

on every midday bus

followed by a sigh of swiping

It is the soul of a life that is struggling,

And a white vest

turbulence in the flood

Dangling out the last trace of nostalgia about life

and also,

The last sigh of youth

He walked hurriedly,

Treading the poverty of the dead

In a locust-infested wheat field

Death who defeated the last famine

Stepping on an inch of land that doesn't exist yet

Full flesh disintegrated and swollen

Slack fantasy shattered at the moment of getting off

look back

One last look at youth

and a life never entered

 "Accidental"
                           Moon

accidental dust

Hidden in the colorless air

one hundredth of the diameter of a hair

I know, that's his protective shell

His footsteps are random, often chasing

The heart of 24-hour work, submerged

The tremor of the subway and the silent cry for help fifty meters below the ground

Tiny and transparent, allowing one hand to apply arbitrarily

his tiny silhouette

his silent whispers

Winter is coming, he hides in the barrel of a gun

Aim, the throat of a man calling the name of her husband's son

At this time, I knew that he was comforting in earnest

smashed through 50 meters of ground

Yes

A slowly falling snowflake

Tears should not fall

-Poetry Creative Game-

-S+7 game: delete all nouns/words representing the meaning of the noun, and then replace it with the seventh word in the dictionary, giving the poem a new meaning;

- Erasing Game: Delete words or sentences from a poem and regroup to give a new meaning to the poem.

1. S+7 game

original:

Probably everyone in the crowd felt so intensely lonely, any intimacy was destroyed by defensive independence, and the remaining people stood upright with each other, as if ancient times.

Suri:

Presumably in the video, it was so intensely twitchy that any turn was destroyed by a defensive fading, leaving the obedience standing with each other, standing upright for 8 hours, as if embracing again.

Lola:

Probably all the moonlight in the fields felt such a strong silence, any darkness was destroyed by the defensive silver light, leaving the villages standing on each other, standing upright with each other, like an ancient starry sky.

Hermione:

Presumably all the mountains in the mountains feel the avalanche so strongly that any northern lights are destroyed by the defensive light, leaving the summits standing on top of each other, standing upright on each other as if a storm was swept away

chocolate:

Probably all of you in me feel so strongly destroyed, any lie is destroyed by the intimacy of resistance, leaving the self standing with each other, standing upright with each other, like a wasteland last night.

Probably all the nothingness in existence feels such a strong fusion, any separation is destroyed by free choice, and there are remaining existences standing on each other, standing upright with each other, like an absurd world.

Moon:

Probably all the faces in the grass and trees felt such a strong pulsation, any parting was destroyed by the defensive voyage, and I was left standing with each other, standing upright with each other, like an ancient courtyard.

2. Erase the game

original:

 "rain"
                  Jorge Luis Borges (Argentina)
                      (Translated by Chen Dongbiao and Chen Zihong)

Suddenly twilight becomes bright

Because it's raining right now

or once fell, rained

Undoubtedly something that happened in the past

Whoever hears the rain falling, remembers

At that time, happy fate presented to him

a flower called a rose

and its wonderful, bright red color

This drizzle that covered the windowpane

will be in the deserted suburbs

wash up in a courtyard that no longer exists

Black grapes on the rack, wet twilight

Bring me a voice, the voice I long for

My father came back and he didn't die

Hermione:

Sudden

bright fall

rain falls

Fate presents

glass wash

my father, he died

Lola:

(1)

A sudden fate—

A damp twilight longing to die

(2)

drizzle at dusk

The rose and its colors are abandoned

Who heard, a voice that no longer exists

(3)

suddenly

The bright red of twilight covers the windowpanes, and the rain washes the twilight

(Please again) give me a voice, longing

I'm not (yet) dead

(4)

When dusk falls, the rain recalls

Abandoned courtyard with dead black grapes on rack

Suri:

bright red color

will abandon the countryside

Bring me a longing voice

come back to die

chocolate:

(1)

Hear whose rain falls

blindfolded windows

A flower called a rose has returned

Bring me wet twilight

(2)

black grapes on the rack,

wash up, fall down

Abandoned in a longing voice

Moon:

Dusk, no doubt happening

Who

remember a flower

give me a longing voice

he didn't die