Maung Ko Ko (Amarapura) - Profiles

(A)

I am

Injured hospital

1

Kyi Zaw Aye had to take the tenth grade exam three times.

He has not yet completed the tenth grade and cannot continue to university due to the country's situation. The school doors are closed.

He is reading modern poetry. He has begun to write modern poetry.

As was the custom of young people of his time who wanted to create modern poetry, he clashed with the poetry of Maung Chaw Nwe. When writing modern poetry, it is necessary to swallow Maung Chaw Nwe. If it is like Maung Chaw Nwe, it is a beast.

He is like that too.

Then he thought, "That's not it."

It's modern.

You have to write differently from Maung Chaow Nwe.

(B)

What is the name?

It is also necessary to be beautiful.

My name is "Honorable".

It also needs to be beautiful.

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Beautiful names.

Written by Kyi Zaw Aye.

Friend, lover of the land, brother-in-law

Alan Ginsburg

Sylvia Vera Plath

Miro Salat Holat

Vasco Pio

Enzimberg

etc...

Written by Kyi Zaw Aye.

He wrote modern poetry of his time.

Read.

From magazines, on the current era.

He reads magazines from bookstores.

If there is a poem by Maung Chaow Nwe, I will tear it out and take it with me.

The rental shop owner was suspicious.

In any case, he reads contemporary poetry.

Performer Mai and other profiles

Crown, new style, Myat Maung, new style, new scent, Ma Heathi, Cherry. They read.

Go, go, go. Go, go. Go, go.

They always camped at Than Tun's tea shop in Monywa.

Print and copy pamphlets. Write poems.

Solo poetry. Group poetry.

Let's read each other's poems.

Submitting poems to magazines.

Not yet reported.

But he continued to write poetry.

(C)

Happy age on the road

The age of getting off the house

Problem-solving age

The age when I used to punch the wall

I used to write biographies.

Size

On the arm

The size you want to get tattooed...

He reads.

Maung Thano's pine tree shade.

He reads.

Mya Than Tint's Modern European Poems.

Poetry writing over there.

On the other hand, poetry writing.

The feeling of poetry on the other side.

The feeling of poetry on the other side.

Anyway..,

Read contemporary poetry.

The modern poetry craze has reached its peak.

He is still working as an employee.

Morning office.

Evening office.

Sign.

It's inconvenient.

Wait and see.

One year.

I left with my own hands.

He walked out freely.

For a young poet, work means you can leave whenever you want. If you want to leave, you can leave.

(d)

Now

In this world

They build cities on names,

Smoking names like cigarettes

They went up.

Drinking names

They know how to

They taste the names.

He shouted.

A young man shouted.

A young man from a city shouted.

He shouted alone.

They shouted in groups.

The young people shouted.

Many young people in many cities shouted.

What's the big deal?

Unusual, unusual...

He shouted madly.

Kyi Zaw Aye shouted.

The young people shouted.

"Unconnected lives"

He shouted.

My throat feels warm.

"Earth"

How are you?

"I don't know anymore."

The light bulbs started to shake.

They shouted.

The tattoo on my forearm is a cat.

It has become a whirlwind.

A young man

Drinking water.

Try shouting again.

Youth is

Under this sky

Becoming young to shout.

All the light bulbs burned out.

Electricity outage.

Roofs are popping out.

Shout again.

Young people.

Shout.

"The path of the midsummer sun is cruel,

Too much

"Plain"

Plain

Just draw a plane.

Wake up

Wake up

Do not mix with water.

Do not mix with water.

Don't mix it with anything.

Don't mix it with soda.

Don't add ice.

Don't add ice.

Don't mix Coca-Cola.

Lift it up.

Wake up

Wake up

"Love is bitter"

Shout.

"Life is bitter."

Shout.

It got dark.

The light is scary.

He ran away.

"The narrow physical world

"Crossing with enthusiasm"

Scratching his throat and screaming.

Shout out loud.

The sound is gone.

The sound is gone.

The sound is gone.

The sound is gone.

Shout out loud

"It rains until death"

Screaming to death

Immortal youth.

The wires are broken.

Guitar strings too

All is lost.

The clothesline has broken.

The wire is broken.

Seriously

Soft

Soft

Seriously

Youth is both strong and soft.

Soft and then hard.

"School opening time"

Diamonds too

"The ground is sparse."

He is still shouting.

The sign is already burning.

Kyi Zaw Aye

Calm down.

Writes poetry.

His life

Although it's cold

His poetry from within

The rebels are still rising.

His words still shoot...

 

He's about to break.

When you get bored of living in a small town, is it better to go to Yangon?

(e)

new York

London

Sydney

Paris

Barcelona

Jakarta

Taipei

Bangkok and

Cities like Seoul

I live in Yangon.

The neighborhood is called Golden Valley.

I live in farm number 12.

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“I am happy living in Yangon because living in the forest is boring.”

Kyi Zaw Aye has arrived in Yangon.

“I don’t know if I’m lucky or unlucky. I came to Yangon. I didn’t want to stay long. I met my teacher who lives in Yangon. We ended up living in a big house on Shwe Taunggyi Road. The owner was abroad so he didn’t want to pay rent, so he had to look after the house. The monthly salary was 15,000 baht. The place to stay was Shwe Taunggyi. My teacher arranged it.”

Kyi Zaw Aye told me about Y 2 T on Bo Aung Kyaw Street.

Golden Valley.

Farm No. 12.

A person who is happy anywhere lives happily in the Golden Valley.

The owner left a female terrier dog. The owner left many valuable items for the dogs.

There was no one there, "There is a little terrier named Happy. Happy has to live with him, so he is a person, a dog."

If poets don't come to this spacious house, there must be something wrong with the world.

Zaw Moe Lwin, Zaw Htet, Kyu Nin, Nya Min Kyaw. They arrived one after another. “Nya Min Kyaw arrived at night. Ko Myint Win Maung sent him in a pickup truck. With a framed canvas.”

I have collected it.

Boarders.

Drinking. Singing. Screaming. Having fun. Getting angry. Throwing punches. Fighting. Listening to the radio. Reading the newspaper. Free land. Free land.

The dog's name is Happy.

“First, I fed the dog with beef and rice. Since the dog is a Bo dog, it only eats beef. It doesn’t eat rice. Come and try it. For the next two days, I didn’t feed it rice. I fed it nothing. After those two days, I fed it with fish sauce and rice. It ate it.”

Kyi Zaw Aye laughed.

"A dog that lives with a poet must be like this."

The terrier dog that the rich man left behind was also happily enjoying the worldly pleasures with the poets.

"When we return in the evening, our dog Happy will be waiting for us. Really?"