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"
LolaNo 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"
chocolateon 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
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