Maung Thin Moe - A meaningful headband

The class of people who own poetry

Some people tell my mother

My son is a poet,

Mom doesn't understand anything.

They despised me, my face was small,

Here is mom.

I want to explain.

You've heard of it, haven't you?

The era of autocratic kings,

The royal courtyard filled with the sound of harps

Poetry was born,

Poetry is music for the ruler.

A reflection of the times,

Mother's face brightened because of her son's words.

I think of you as royalty,

Mom's thoughts are correct.

The people are the king of this era.

Poetry is blood red.

The era must be red.

Moe Wai, August, 1970.

Postmodernism and the Brahmin Goddess

Ghosts of the dry season, the dreamy year

After the fall of the pine trees, the world's poetry changed its ideology and direction. The most obvious was the end of modern art.

Postmodernism and the Brahmin Goddess Rakai

When my friend, the poet Maung Thin Moe, urged me to write something for his book, I was faced with a situation that would make my world collapse. I would wake up in the morning, chanting the Sambuddha Gatha, and then look at the auspicious time chart (which his son had posted on the wall of his house) before doing important tasks. Today was Thursday, and my blood pressure was between 1:13 and 3:36. If it was 3:37 to 6:00, it was the time of the Brahmin goddess. When I looked at the clock, it was not yet 3:00, so I was reading Maung Thano’s book The Magic of the Wilderness. Did modernism end in the middle of the 20th century? I had only just reached the 2000th century when I had established a modern poetry stream that had been quietly established in the 70s, and then I started to make noise like a frog in the rain. At 3:40, I started writing something big. I don't want to face any bloodshed, whether for him or for myself. It's not bad if I get a Brahmin fairy. The whole world is moving to a big village and wearing modern clothes, so I'm just wandering around with fairy dreams.

I'm trying to fit all parts of my life into my one stable perspective.

Adrienne Rich (1929- )

Ghosts of the year of dreams from the dry season

One night I told him. Around 1930, Saya Zaw Gyi and Min Thu Wun started the modern poetry. In the next thirty years, around 1965, the poems Tha Pyay Nyo Washo, Thiru Pin Yeik, Taw La, and Moe Wai purified the modern poetry of Myanmar. I was talking about the poetry of my own country. I am tired of the modern poetry and I am already tired of it. Let's establish the modern poetry era. Now, starting from 2005, 1970, 35 years, aren't you tired of modern poetry? Aren't you tired of it yet?

The ghost poem of the modernist poet Kyi Aye was also famous. Is it a precursor of modern poetry? The book "The Road to the Forest Magic House", published exactly 30 years after the "Tree of Life", was inspired by Saya Maung Thano's "The Forest Magic House" by Chok Myat Radit (1828-1909).

How does that poem end?

All the ghost trees trembled.

All eyes under the hood

They surround me with their gaze.

They entered this forest enchantment.

Those who dare to enter...

The postmodern door is now open to those who dare to enter.

Final year - BA (2005)