What is the meaning of your life? I was asked. Where do you see your happiness, tell me? In battles, I answered, against rottenness And in battles, I added, against lies!
It seemed that everyone was not only dreaming about it, but the pain overtook me in reality! Everyone says: turn the page. I'd rather tear out a whole chapter. Yulia Olefir
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We live a rather dull life, If we are looking for joy in the tossing From loneliness together to loneliness in company. Igor Guberman
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Life is short and fleeting, And only literature is eternal. Poetry is soul and inspiration, Sweet languor for the heart. Konstantin Balmont
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Whether we like it or not, we all often think about the meaning of life. Is it good or bad and what does it depend on?
All life is a game and the people in it are actors.
Life often breaks a woman, the soul crunches under the ribs, then bends her in half, then lets you know how good she is.
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During sleepless nights and the bustle of weekdays, she mixes happiness with tears, into a cocktail: breathe and be stronger.
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The pain squeezes, then the wings again. Love will give and take away. She shakes until she is helpless and again leads with a thirst for a miracle.
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Let there be strength no matter what happens. Know how to pick yourself up again and go. Well, it didn’t come true Well, somehow it didn’t work out. Believe that it will be better ahead! Grigorieva Tatyana
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“All life is a game and people are actors in it” The phrase is known to each of us. We all play one or another role and forget who we are now
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We try on millions of masks. We want to appear better than we are. And we forget that seeming is not enough. And we forget what the whole point is
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Tear off all the masks, find yourself and become better, don’t seem! Trying to live kindly, lovingly - This is the essence of life, which has begun to be forgotten. Irina Artlis
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Nothing bad happens to a good person, either during life or after death. Socrates
In life there is always something to forgive for!
I have already forgiven all the insults to those who betrayed and did not love, to those who were friendly only in appearance, but hid evil in their souls.
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I forgave the rudeness and reproaches, Harsh, arrogant words to the narrow-minded, angry and lonely And I think that I was right.
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I forgave the enemies for their intrigues, Sophisticated lace gossip, Intrigues, like a plot for a book, Where “Meanness” is the first chapter.
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I forgave my friends for their mistakes, Their criticism, harsh at times, With pity and bitterness of a smile, And the advice of the “smart” is a long line.
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I forgave those near and far. In life there is always something to forgive for! This is not an easy task. Nothing needs to be simplified!
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I forgave, although it was difficult, without blaming anyone in the world, I think it would be simply wonderful if someone would forgive me Alla Zham
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Why are we running in circles through life? Why are we running in circles through life? Worries, money, daily affairs. And in the bustle we forget to give each other Love, attention and a little warmth.
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Meanwhile, the life-giving, wonderful juice of life is flowing out of us. When we understand why we live, Half our life is gone and our temples have turned grey.
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And I want to return to my crazy self, The sparkle of young eyes and carefree days, And my grandmother and young mother, But it’s impossible, that makes it even more painful!
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How late that insight comes to us, That opens our eyes to many things, Oh, if only I could go back to the past, But the circle of life does not spin back.
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I realized that in order to understand the meaning of life, it is necessary, first of all, for life not to be meaningless and evil, and then to have reason in order to understand it. Tolstoy L. N.
Statuses are sad to tears
People don't notice what we do for them, but they notice what we don't do.
We are probably too proud to say to each other: “I miss you”
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The worst thing is when you love each other, but you are both proud
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We live in peculiar times: we are afraid to scratch our iPhone, but we are not afraid to shit in people’s souls.
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It seems to me that the most terrible habit of humanity is to say goodbye to each other forever.
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We take a lot from life, but then it can take something in return.
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And I closed the gates to my soul. Some people simply cannot understand me. People often tell me that I am beautiful. I would like to exchange beauty for happiness.
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Stabs in the back are most often inflicted by those whom you protect with your chest.
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It is not autumn that is to blame for our sadness, but only the absence of spring in our souls.
I thank this life for everything!
- Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy, That is why it is so strong, Because with its rough hand it writes fatal letters.
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I always, when I close my eyes, I say: “Just disturb your heart, Life is a deception, but sometimes it also Decorates lies with joys.
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Turn your face to the gray sky, wondering about fate by the moon, Calm down, mortal, and do not demand the Truth that you do not need.”
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It’s good in a bird cherry blizzard to think that this life is a path. Let easy friends deceive, Let easy friends cheat.
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Let them caress me with a gentle word, Let an evil tongue be sharper than a razor, I have been living for a long time ready for anything, I have become mercilessly accustomed to everything.
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These heights make my soul cold, There is no warmth from the starry fire. Those whom I loved renounced, Who I lived forgot about me.
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But still, pressed and persecuted, I, looking with a smile at the dawn, On earth, close and beloved to me, I thank this life for everything. Sergey Yesenin
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Although the burden in it is sometimes heavy, the cart is light on the move; The dashing coachman, gray time, Lucky, won’t get off the train.
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In the morning we get into the cart; We are happy to break our heads And, despising laziness and bliss, We shout: let's go.
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The cart is still rolling; In the evening we got used to it and dozed off until we stopped for the night, while time drives the horses. A. Pushkin
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- In a difficult moment of life, Is there sadness in my heart: I repeat one wonderful prayer by heart. There is a grace-filled power in the consonance of living words, and an incomprehensible, holy charm breathes in them.
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It’s like a burden will roll off your soul, Doubt is far away - And you believe it, and you cry, And so easily, easily Mikhail Lermontov
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The mysteries of human life are great, and love is the most inaccessible of these mysteries. Ivan Turgenev
Poems about life
He who knows life is merciful! He will give a helping hand, He who is mercantile is flawed, Life will reward everyone according to their deserts.
Love your life and God, Love is like a breath of air, And the road will become smooth, A sprout of goodness will rise from the depths!
There is one life, but different ages, Each is beautiful in its own way, And the first 20 years are like a fabulous dawn,
From twenty to forty, Love, work, home, friends, And then grandchildren and worries, And there it’s not until Saturday,
In retirement, all days are equal, Then until white gray hair, But the main thing is to live with a smile, And cherish every moment!
I'm not strong at all. Just a girl at heart. And my nerves are like everyone else’s, but not made of steel at all. I'm scared to stand at the railing on the 8th floor. I often cry at the end of my favorite film. I'm scared to be alone at night without light. I'm keeping the doll. Although I am ashamed to admit it. Do you remember when you were angry and screamed a lot? You don’t even know how hurt I was! I also secretly buy myself chocolate. I like pink color and tulips in bouquets. And at work I can answer inappropriately. But I will never admit this to you. I can't play strong roles. Don't want! I'll take off my heels. Look how tall I am! I just dream of cuddling up to my own shoulder, With whom I can finally be weak
Tell me... Are there tickets to a country where they understand you? Where they are not in a hurry to give you advice, but accept it as it is? Where is there communication without falsehood? And where is sincerity in fashion again? Where, having offended, will they ask for forgiveness, and not slam the doors and leave? I would definitely go there, - I’ve dreamed of living there for a long time. I would like such a country, where you can always be yourself. So that everything would be done there from the heart And so that everyone there would love each other. Let there be no castles, let there be huts, But let people be happy! Tell me, where can I buy a ticket to a country where they understand you? Although... I myself know the answer... There is no country that I dream about...
Good and Evil have been waging their ancient, long-standing dispute for a long time: Who is stronger and stronger on earth in reality and not in a dream? “Stronger than I,” said Evil, “Those who serve me are lucky. I will generously thank them. I will give earthly blessings. Cars, money, power and authority. Let them enjoy life to their fullest!” Good said: “Perhaps, But only I can love Even though there is not a penny behind my soul For all people the soul is important I don’t give villas, yachts But I will save my soul Friends, relatives, children and home And there is a lot of happiness in that house I don’t know what else to say .. Stay with someone, decide for yourself Good and Evil have not left this dispute for a long time.
Adults! If you are sad, Cats scratch at your soul - Childhood at the pharmacy, ask: In drops or in pills. A couple of colored vitamins, Five drops of sugar - And barefoot without shoes Walking straight through the puddles. The sky will be reflected in your eyes so blue... It’s as if you will become the sun, a blade of grass and a bird. The trees are big again, I want to sing and play! ...Maybe you will even decide not to scold children anymore? The magical kingdom of childhood - The joy of funny pranks... It’s a pity that Moms don’t know about the miracle medicine yet. But no problem! Thank God, Instead of wonderful ideas, Adults will come to the aid of the laughter and smiles of children!
Rejoice and enjoy life!
People, cherish every day, Cherish every minute. We only live once on earth, Rejoice, morning has come again!
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God gave life and blessed us, so that we could walk the righteous path. It’s not in vain that He instilled a soul in us, To ask later, beyond that threshold
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The years will fly by unnoticed, Rejoice and enjoy life! Don’t be stingy with kind words, make everyone happy and smile more often! Misharina Olga
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Life is given in order to have time to take place, To sprout a new life in yourself And to fall in love, to fall in love to death - And for love to survive death Terentiy Travnik
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I'm very sorry, I forgot how to trust people, I burned them bit by bit, bit by bit, burning them inside myself. The moment will come, and you and I will no longer love as before, forgetting about each other.
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And what’s sad is that you and I are not to blame, Nature invented us this way. We fell asleep, rich in feelings, We woke up no longer in love, strangers.
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What is by nature to come into existence is by nature to cease. I'm starting to gradually lose the habit, so that later I can say goodbye in cold blood.
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- In the dark sky there is a starry choir, The sound is wonderful, but there is little light. My life is like a traffic light - All three colors, all three colors.
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Kissed, in love, I fly as in a dream. The traffic light turns green and winks at me.
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Ah, I fell in love in vain, I’ll give up everything and drown myself. The traffic light turns red: Today - minus, tomorrow - plus.
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Here he is, betrothed, from Ryazan, My desired one, the light of the soul! Yellow color before your eyes - Like, think, don’t rush.
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I am earthly, not a saint, I am tired of living among dreams. Where are you, colorful rainbow, Where are not three, but seven colors? Tatyana Kushnareva
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Whatever it is, never take life too seriously - you still won’t get out of it alive. Kin Hubbard
Popular poems with meaning
The wind of life is sometimes fierce. In general, life, however, is good And it’s not scary when the bread is black, It’s scary when the soul is black...
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Take care of these lands, these waters, loving even the smallest epic! Take care of all the animals inside nature, Kill only the animals inside yourself...
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Even if you fall, decide to take off again, Life didn’t make your wings in vain. Remember that God never gives a Burden that we cannot bear.
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What is happiness? On the journey of life, Where your duty tells you to go, Do not know enemies, do not measure barriers, Love, hope and believe.
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Fill every moment with meaning, The inexorable running of hours and days, - Then you will take possession of the whole world, Then, my son, you will be a Man!
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Learn to laugh when you’re sad... Learn to be sad when it’s funny... Learn to seem indifferent when your soul is completely different...
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Having opened the green volume of science, I cried for a long time, and then I closed it and threw it into the river. Sciences are harmful to humans. Science will get us into trouble. Let's get to food.
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That happiness is not given to you forever, There is no need to complain, man. If happiness were given to us forever, It would be called everyday life.
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Night, street, lantern, pharmacy, senseless and dim light. Live for at least another quarter of a century - Everything will be like this. There is no outcome. If you die, you’ll start over again And everything will repeat itself as before: Night, the icy ripples of the canal, Pharmacy, street, lantern.
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If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be angry! On the day of despondency, reconcile yourself: Believe, the day of joy will come. The heart lives in the future; The present is sad: Everything is instant, everything will pass; Whatever happens will be nice.
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Enough of studying, let us radiate, exhausted from internal heat, transmit light to each other, and not the fog of swirling steam.
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Whoever has resisted in this difficult life is not afraid of the trumpet of judgment. The sound is hopeless and naked. Our whole life is self-immolation, But slow decay is sweet and sacrificial fire is terrible...
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Everything dies on land and in sea, But man is more severely condemned: He must know about the death sentence, Signed when he was born. But, aware of the transience of life, He lives like this - in spite of everything, - As if he were counting on living for eternity And this world belongs to him.
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The sky is blue in a flower, In a handful of dust - infinity, Hold the whole world in your hand, See eternity in every moment. Walk the path of love Along the circle of life And live not to spite the enemy - Live for the joy of your friend!
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See the beauty in the ugly, See the floods of rivers in the streams! Whoever knows how to be happy in everyday life is truly a happy person!
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Only the one who waits will appreciate the meeting, There is no one’s fault in separation - He who has not loved extinguishes the candles, He who loves burns inside.
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There is no need to talk about death, But we need to live - and simply live, Keeping at a glance All that is worth cherishing.
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Don’t leave things for later, Don’t hide written letters in the table, Don’t bury thoughts addressed to someone in a desk drawer.
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The candle went out. The wax of sadness, like tears, falls onto the palm. We have not learned the meaning of life. We pay tribute to death for this.
Life went beyond the second pass
Fourty years. Life went beyond the second pass. I loved, I thought, I fought. I visited some places, saw some things, and sometimes I was happy.
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Anger passed me by, the arrow passed me, and the bullet left two small marks. And trouble flew away like a drop from a wing; Like water, trouble parted.
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I took one pass, I’ll overcome the second, Even though my shoulder bag is heavy. What's there, behind the mountain? What's there under the mountain? My temple turned white from the heights.
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Fourty years. Will there be a last stop somewhere? Where will my track break? Fourty years. Life went beyond the second pass. And this cup is not finished. David Samoilov
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- The more I live in this world, the closer the sadness of autumn days comes to me. And I’m waiting for autumn with the warm Indian summer, With a flock of cranes flying into the distance.
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I rejoice in the coolness of the early morning, And the smell of leaves changing color. And the sun in the sky, although it’s not hot, let it be like this, to see the light longer.
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Over the years, you notice that gray hair involuntarily shines in your lush hair. As if the fringe of Alla Seredina was just lost in the autumn cobweb
Poetry with taste: how to write poetry correctly
Who among us has not tried to write poetry at least once? Which of us hasn’t found it funny or even embarrassing to re-read them? Kiev poetess Lila Pereguda tells how to leave your mark on poetry without it being excruciatingly painful.
There are no absolute criteria for quality in poetry - in the postmodern era, nothing is impossible, and any aspect of the work can be rethought or destroyed to create a new imagery. However, there are several points that conditionally separate a poem from just text written in a column. Consistency of form – it doesn’t matter whether it’s classical or avant-garde. A deliberate change in rhyme or meter at a particular moment can be an artistic device, emphasizing, for example, a change in theme. But when the rhythm of the entire work is “lame”, the stresses and forms of words are distorted, the rhymes are “loose” (in the spirit of “spring has come”) and the meter jumps - there will be trouble:
Here's the factory! He gives tractors to collective farms. This plant produces many tractors a year.
[Here and below, examples are given solely for educational and practical illustration of theoretical theses; the author and editors do not intend to insult anyone’s creativity - editor’s note]
The poem must have a plot - factual or emotional. If a work is incoherent and chaotic, not even united by common associations or spirit, has no ending or beginning, if it can be read in the opposite direction and nothing changes in meaning, then this is not poetry.
The poem should not be banal. At this point the bad thing is:
- Obvious and partial rhymes (a verb rhymes with a verb, or an adjective with an adjective in the same form) beloved-kept, dreams-hopes, shines-illuminates, love-again;
- Well-worn similes and metaphors: eyes like two oceans; the violin is crying, the fountains are dancing, the muse is bending over his shoulder. Young poets are often guilty of whole bouquets of images, beaten to bruises: rain as a symbol of sadness, a lonely night road (usually hitchhiking), all kinds of wolves, crows and cats, personifying the uniqueness of the author in a hostile world;
- Trivial themes - “I am so special”, “spring is the time of love”, “I was abandoned”, “love your homeland”, “old age is on the threshold”, “the poet and the crowd”, hereinafter, thousands of them. All this was once written about for the first time, but now it takes a real genius to somehow revive all of the above. For some reason, geniuses are more often interested in other topics.
The work should not contain factual, stylistic or other speech errors. When creating comparisons or new words, it is advisable to take into account the laws of language and logic. Otherwise it will look like this:
The birches stand like soldiers in formation, dressed in wedding dresses.
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And the authorities are preparing the officialdom, And here you are, standing there! Their mouths are open, they are catching air, You illuminate and shine!
The last example is painfully obvious: there are incorrect accents, a lexical mixture of colloquial and business styles, an incoherent construction, two verbal rhymes and a pretentious theme. The list can be continued with more specific items, but let’s stop there for now. Then subtle nuances begin, sometimes turning into matters of taste: for example, some people like tonic versification and complex rhymes, while others find it clumsy, and vice versa.
Nobody wants to write bad poetry on purpose - and yet year after year they flood the editorial offices of magazines, amateur literary evenings, and even full concert halls. Why is this happening?
- The first and most obvious reason is lack of experience. You can’t just go ahead and write a masterpiece if all your previous creative experience comes down to writing “How I Spent My Summer.” This can be fixed: some learn faster, some slower, but everyone learns.
- The second most common problem is lack of reading, especially in childhood and adolescence, when a sense of taste and vocabulary are being formed. If there is great talent, such an author diligently reinvents wheels on the way to his own style; if not, he produces a wild mixture of Balmont with Leps and Akhmatova with Allegrova:
I thought that you and I had reached a point. But you only put a comma, And your daughter is growing up unnoticed... And the ellipsis looms ahead...
- Lack of self-criticism. Anyone can offend a poet, but not everyone can escape. Some vulnerable souls have learned to deftly fend off constructive comments and not notice their low level for years, usually with the support of a narrow circle of friends, and sometimes even roommates.
- Lack of competition. It would seem that this is a favorable environment for creative people; no one will poke their nose at a secondary allusion or a broken rhyme. But if you have no one to compare yourself with and nowhere to grow, you can become moldy. Alas, a common problem for provincial poets, no matter how arrogant it may sound. It’s hard not to rest on your laurels when you’re head and shoulders above everyone else, and then there’s only classics.
- Lack of conscience - let's call it that. A person understands that his level is enough to receive hundreds of likes from enthusiastic schoolchildren, but he doesn’t need more. Popular literature consists of such personalities a little less than entirely.
Game of classics
It is very useful for beginning poets to read the classics: to see what topics have already been raised many times, what forms and techniques have long been used, how the idea of poetry has changed over time. This will help you not to fill all the bumps yourself and not discover unnecessary Americas, but at the same time develop a sense of taste and learn history.
This method also has its own catch: classics tend to become outdated, and the reader, by inertia, considers them an indisputable authority, which creates difficulties when evaluating their own works. In addition, the closer we get to modern times, the more debate there is about whether a particular author should be considered a classic, especially if he is still alive. Because of this, many people stop at the beginning or mid-twentieth century, since then “everything is complicated.”
In order not to lose touch with modern times, it is sometimes useful to read today’s bestsellers - not all mass literature “suffers” from high quality, but you can learn something from it, the main thing is not to overdo it.
Pros: good illustration of the basics of versification, understanding of the literary process, the opportunity to learn from the experience of others.
Cons: danger of getting stuck in the last century, large volume of material, pessimism (“Where are they and where am I!”).
Imitation method. Should I kill a mockingbird?
Not everyone can simply read and purely theoretically learn other people’s techniques. Rather, on the contrary - after reading a brilliant author, lines will spin in your head that are surprisingly similar in style and issues. And this is not at all a bad thing if we consider them as training for mastering new material. The main thing is to push off in time and fly further. Almost all famous poets began with imitations, gradually developing their own style.
The danger of this path is that postmodernism indulges players with other people's texts, lulling the craving for novelty. Nowadays, a frankly secondary poet can achieve good success, but will it be real poetry?
Pros: helps you get used to new techniques, gives you experience and room for experimentation in stylizations.
Cons: risk of recurrence.
Literary analysis. Woe from mind
Someone else's poetry can not only be copied, but also taken apart into parts and seen what is inside it. This is what literary theory does. It provides ready-made “spare parts” for creativity - literary techniques and diagrams. For an advanced author, this will be a huge help: knowing all the tricks like metaphors, alliteration and inversions, it is easier to express what you want on paper without repeating predecessors. Moreover, from these bricks you can build poems not only in your native language, but also in a fairly familiar foreign one. But much knowledge also gives rise to many sorrows. The most common mistake of theorists is overloaded, unnatural texts. Some images and techniques can become fashionable and wander through the poems of different authors, which sometimes looks comical. And the main paradox: the more you delve into the details, the more you miss them. I want, like the futurists, to spit on paper and admit my own helplessness. We have to re-find inspiration under a pile of technical nuances. And it becomes even more difficult to perceive other people's poetry. There are shortcomings in the classics, rough edges in favorite songs. But a new pleasure opens up - searching for subtleties that you had not noticed before.
Pros: independent development of style and poetic tools, the ability to consciously avoid common mistakes.
Disadvantages: complexity of the material, artificiality of designs, pursuit of fashion, creative stagnation, descent into snobbery.
All for one. Competitions and festivals
It is very important for a poet to hear the opinions of other creative and competent people, to compare his poems with others. Network resources are also suitable for this, but the most effective is live communication at various literary and poetic events. Even if there is no jury at the festival, you can ask more experienced colleagues for criticism.
This is a method for the brave and sensible: the jury often disagrees, critics suffer either from snobbery or taste, and fellow writers can be downright jealous. But there is also a great chance of finding someone whose opinion will really help improve the quality of the works. In creative isolation there is a risk of not only stopping development, but also degenerating.
Pros: fresh perspective, performance experience, creative communication.
Cons: harsh criticism can discourage writing altogether; poems formatted for competitions are not always the best; the higher the level, the more taste and bias.
These are not all the ways to improve your poetic form. There are literary schools, master classes and clubs, universities, after all. You can choose a mentor whose poetry you like and consult with him until you are satisfied with the result. However, there is always one “but”. With due diligence, virtually anyone can learn to write good poetry: choose beautiful rhymes, find appropriate comparisons and accurate metaphors, look for exotic themes. But no one except you will be able to fill them with fundamentally new content - that which distinguishes poetry as a type of literature from just poetry. To see the complex in the simple, and not to reduce the complexity to tinsel on top of another banality: this is what talent is needed for, this is what makes the jury reward weaker technically, but sincere authors, and not clever windbags.
Does every person have this? Maybe.
Do you have it in you? Take a risk and find out.
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Text: Lila Pereguda
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