Financial inspector citizen!

Excuse me for interrupting you.

thank you ...

I just stood. ...

You're welcome.

I'm looking for you

Talk about things

Subtle:

About poets

In the labor force

Location.

you treat me to a meal

Taxing again,

Another fine,

Let me and

Grain shop owner

With landowners

In the company

semiannually

You asked me.

500 rubles,

If you don't report your income budget,

Still have to be punished

Twenty-five years old

My labor

And any labor

They're all family.

Look at it-

How much did I spend,

my works

Want to spend money

How much will it cost,

And raw materials

How much will it cost?

Of course you know.

There is a phenomenon.

This is called rhyme.

For example,

A line of poetry

The ending word is

His father,

therefore

Every other line,

Let's piece these words together,

Give it to me.

Bet on what?

"Lan Bardury VIII-Let's get started."

According to your terminology,

rhyme

This is called a promissory note.

You must cash it every other line! ——

Don't owe a penny.

Must be in

Almost empty.

transformative

In the till

Put the change-

Suffix and suffix

Search hard.

When you try

Put a word

Stuff it into poetry,

It can't get in,

Squeeze hard,

It just exploded.

Financial inspectors, citizens,

Honestly,

These words

What a poet.

It costs a lot.

According to what we said,

rhyme

It's a bucket.

powder barrel

Poetry line

This is a fuse.

This poem has been written to the end,

Cause an explosion,

So the whole city

Use that poem

Fly into the air.

What is the tax rate?

Where can I find such a rhythm,

To make sure of it.

One shot at a time,

The bullet didn't fail?

It rhymes like never before,

Maybe there are some left.

Only five.

in...

Venezuela.

I don't distinguish between winter and summer.

Running around.

Another progress,

Borrow again,

Be heavily in debt.

Citizen,

Check the train fare! ——

All poems

It's all about

Unknown domain

Business trip.

Write poetry—

For example, radium refining:

A year's work,

The output of one gram.

In order to refine a word,

It will cost

Thousands of tons

A treasure house of language.

But it won't burn compared with the old one.

Semi-finished products of words,

These words

aflame

How happy and brilliant!

These words

Can be used for thousands of years.

arouse

The hearts of millions.

of course，

So are poets.

* * * Everything.

How many poets?

Too frivolous and too casual.

He can be like a magician.

From your own mouth

Or from someone else?

Pull out a string of poems.

For those

Lyric eunuch

What's there to say? !

nip

Other people's poems,

The face is innocent.

This is corruption and theft all over the country.

one kind

Ordinary

Corruption and theft.

These magnificent

Contemporary poetry,

Although it is also wow.

All the fashions,

Once in history,

Will become a sum of money.

Join us

Two or three people

On the finished product

Extra charge.

As the saying goes,

You have to eat dozens of Jin.

Salt,

Smoke a hundred cigarettes.

Smoke,

From the depths of mankind

artesian well

Develop a

valuable

Words.

Immediately, please.

decrease

Taxes,

get rid of

In terms of taxation

A circle like a wheel!

One ruble and ninety kopecks.

You can buy a hundred cigarettes,

60 kopecks per ruble.

You can buy a packet of salt.

In your questionnaire,

Many questions need to be filled in:

"Have you been on a business trip?

What business? "

but

if I ... ...

These fifteen years

knock down

Ten flying horses,

What should I do? !

Your form

This corner

Servants and property.

Think from my point of view:

If I were

The guide of the people,

meanwhile

Public servants of the people,

So what should we do?

In our poems,

This is class.

Go ahead,

We-

Proletarian

This is a pen engine.

With the passage of time,

The machine of the soul

It's worn out,

They say:

"Jiang Lang is exhausted,

Put him in this category.

Files! "

Enthusiasm waned,

Heroism is fading,

forehead

meet with

The destruction of time.

The most terrible fatigue

Coming soon—

wholeheartedly

Dry up.

Wait until the sun comes out

Like a fat pig

Rise,

magnificent/gorgeous

There are no beggars and disabled people.

In the next century,

I've already

Died under the fence,

Rot away,

And mine.

A dozen colleagues

Together.

Please, for me.

Calculate the total.

Balance of payments after death!

I know,

Stop bragging,

I'm sure:

Same as today.

Speculators and drillers

In contrast,

I will

only one person

Trapped in a deep debt pit.

The poet's debt is-

The sound of using brass instruments

Sound the alarm,

Towards the dense fog of philistine gas,

Facing the boiling storm.

poet

Always

Debtor of the universe,

pay

interest

And change,

Endless.

I am heavily in debt;

Yeah, Broadway.

Bright lights,

Yes, Baghdad

The sky is clear,

To our Red Army,

For Japanese cherry blossoms,

Yeah, I don't have time to write

all

They are all heavily in debt.

Why should I worry?

Put on this hat,

Being called a poet?

Just for

Aim with rhyme,

Rhythmic refueling?

Citizens in the office!

You know the poet's language

Can make you live forever,

Can make you live forever.

Centuries later,

From a pile of old paper

Pick up a line of poetry,

You can call back the time!

So this day

Will bring a batch

Financial inspector,

With a miraculous flash

And the smell of ink

Reproduction.

Today's pragmatic residents,

Please go to the Ministry of Communications.

receive

Tickets for eternal life,

The function of poetry

Calculate and calculate,

And then put my income

divide among

Three hundred years.

But the power of poets

Not just the future.

Reminds people of you.

My ears have a fever.

Don't!

Poet's rhythm

Today, now,

Is caressing,

Is the slogan,

This is a whip,

This is a bayonet.

Financial inspectors, citizens,

I pay "5",

Please put it in the back.

All "0"

Destroy them all!

In the poorest places

Workers and peasants

In a team

I

Have the right to claim compensation

An inch of land.

if

you think

That's what happened.

use

Others use abusive words,

So,

Please-

This is my fountain pen.

you

can

Try it yourself!

(translated by Bai Fei)

On August 26th, 1926, Mayakovski submitted an application to the Moscow Municipal Finance Bureau to reduce its income tax rate for that year. In the application, the poet wrote: "This application was not submitted by accident, but was summed up from the whole poem and theoretical works after careful consideration ..." The poet demanded that he be regarded as a laborer when calculating taxes. 1926, Poems with Financial Inspectors was published as a book.

I wrote this poem because the literary and art circles were shoddy at that time. Mayakovski praised the works of serious poets, criticized the so-called poets who like to repeat themselves and copy others with a serious attitude, and lashed out at the widespread plagiarism in China. With a solemn sense of mission, he should not only be the guide of the people, but also be the public servant of the people. He feels that there will always be endless things, and he will always be the debtor of the universe. Especially when the dense fog of bourgeois gas permeates the whole country, the poet is even more obligated to face the boiling storm, sound the alarm with a stinking voice, shout out the slogan of fighting, raise the whip and raise the bayonet.

Poetry creation is very hard work, and well-known excellent works are by no means easy. Only through hard work can we produce excellent poems, so the poet must pay a very high price. "Poetry-/is the same as radium refining:/one year's labor,/one gram's output. /In order to extract only one word,/it will cost/thousand tons/language. " Mayakovski never spared time in the training of Ci, and he was always full of infinite generosity. The rhyme and artistic conception of poetry are the wings of poetry. Mayakovski's skills in phonology are perfect, and the artistic conception of poetry is also very strange. He deliberately strives for novelty in melody and refines "unprecedented" rhyme, which makes his poems musical, leaping and inspiring. Most of Mayakovski's poems are written for recitation, and he himself is an excellent reciter. The rhymes of his poems are all words that need to be emphasized when reading, and some people call them "poetic eyes". Poets compare lines of poetry to fuses and rhymes to powder kegs. "The line of the poem was drawn to the end,/causing an explosion,/so the whole city/followed the poem/flew into the air." Strange rhymes cause strange explosion effects. In order to put the most distinctive words at the end of lines and fully develop Russian audio resources, Mayakovski skillfully used the characteristics of complicated suffix changes, many syllables, many consonants and great inversion plasticity in Russian poetry, and creatively created a rhyme of "unused and undiscovered rhymes", which made his poems unique and made his poems have no traces of self-repetition. Because of this, Mayakovski wrote immortal poems that can stir the hearts of millions of people for many years.

(Chen Lirong)