Name of Basic Introduction: Shen Haobo Nationality: China Nationality: Han Date of Birth: 1976 Occupation: Poet Publisher Graduation College: Shen Haobo Brief Introduction, Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University, Shen Haobo Poetry Creation Activity Chronology, Attached: some short poems of Shen Haobo, life and death problems in our place, cotton mill, drinking poems, elder sister went to the south, in fact, baby, Mary's love, every building. Breeding, I am between you and God, the Zen of the Cow, the night of the Republic of China, from Beijing to Taipei, the lover's room, I am looking for you, crossing Yunnan, Shen Haobo profile Shen Haobo, Taixing, Jiangsu, 1976. 1998 published the article "Who is making fun of the 1990s", which later became an important trigger for the debate on folk position and intellectual writing in China avant-garde poetry circles. 1999 graduated from the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University, and in the same year became one of the backbone figures of the "folk position" in the poetry debate. In May, 2000, he was invited to be the editor of China New Poetry Yearbook of Guangzhou Publishing House. In July, with some friends, I initiated the establishment of the lower body poetry journal and wrote the lower body writing and opposing the upper body. In 2004, he published a collection of poems, The Great Evil in My Heart. In the same year, he was invited to hold a special poetry recital in Holland and Belgium. 20 10 published the long poem "Butterfly". 20 13 published a collection of poems "Order me to be silent". Won the 2000 "Writer" magazine poetry award; Yu Ding Poetry Award in 2008; 20 10 people's literature and poetry award; 20 1 1 China first poet laureate award; 20 12 The first Golden Poetry Award of "Poetry Classics in the New Century"; 20 12 The 3rd Chang 'an Poetry Festival. Modern Poetry Achievement Award; 2065 438+065 438+0 China Literature and Media Award Poet of the Year; 20 13 October Poetry Award. The widely circulated poems include: Snow on the Wall, Life and Death in China, A Good Breast, Gonorrhea Coming, Chronicle of Wenlou Village, Love Poem for Leaving the Island, River, Love of Mary, Butterfly, Chapter 18 of Autumn Wind, etc. Now lives in Beijing. Engaged in book publishing, China's famous publisher and founder of Beijing Motie Book Co., Ltd. ... Shen Haobo's Chronology of Poetry Creation Activities 199 1: When I was in my first year of high school, I came across a poem "* * *" written by Beidao and was deeply moved, so I wrote my first poem. 1996: When I was a freshman, I got more contact with some contemporary poets' poems, such as Beidao, Haizi, Han, etc., and re-wrote poems under the pseudonym of Qiushui. 1997: President of the May 4th Literature Society of Beijing Normal University and founder of the May 4th Literature Newspaper. 1998: Editor-in-chief of Selected Poems of Iron Lion's Tomb, he met Hou Ma, Xu Jiang and other senior brothers successively, and contacted Yu Jian, and other poets, and began to consciously abandon the original academic writing tendency and gradually accept colloquial poetry writing. In the same year, I helped Tan Wuchang, the poetry editor of College Students magazine, organize the Poetry Salon for Beijing College Students and founded Poetry China magazine, which was also the beginning of my acquaintance with Wu Ang, a poetess who was studying for a master's degree at China Academy of Social Sciences at that time. In the same year, I also got in touch with two campus poets, who have not heard from each other since they graduated from Beijing Normal University several years ago. They are duo Yu and nan ren. At the end of the same year, I read Selected Poems in the 1990s edited by Cheng Guangwei, deeply impressed by the narrowness and prejudice of his poetry choice, and wrote the article Who is making fun of the 1990s, which was published in the May 4th Literature Newspaper, China Book Business Daily and Book Review Weekly. At the end of the same year, "Friends" magazine was founded, published twice in January, and closed in the second year. A group of poets born in 1970s are active in this publication, including, Yu, Nan Ren, Yang Zhi, Peng, Gao Xiaotao, Bo Han and others. 1999: On the recommendation of Sha Yi and Han Dong, Who is making fun of the 1990s was published in Wenyou magazine in Xi and Oriental Culture Weekly in Nanjing. This article became one of the triggers of the "Pan Feng Debate" in China poetry circles in the second half of the same year. In the same year, the China New Poetry Yearbook edited by Yang Ke was published. On the recommendation of Han Dong, the poem Women in the Swing Age was selected into the Yearbook. In the same year, the "Pan Feng Poetry Society" was held in Beijing, which was criticized by "intellectual" poets in the absence. Since then, China's poetry camp has been divided into two parts: folk position and intellectual writing. A long-running debate began, and became the representative poet of the "folk position" to participate in the debate and published many controversial articles. In June of the same year 165438+ 10, I participated in the "Long Mai Poetry Society" held in Beijing. Write a poem "I want to see the light" and "Freixuan Cafe". The girl who lit the flame "and so on. 2000: Meet the poets Yin Lichuan and Li Hongqi. Together with Duo Yu, Wu Ang, Nan Ren, Yin Lichuan, Li Hongqi, Sheng Xing, James Zhu, Ma Fei and others, he founded the poetry magazine "The Lower Body" and wrote the article "The Writing of the Lower Body and Opposing the Upper Body", which caused great influence and saliva in the poetry circle. In the second issue, other poets joined the magazine, including Shijiang Li, Xuanyuan Shizhen, A Fei and Eurasia. This year, the "Poetry Jianghu" forum founded by southerners has become a forum where the lower-body poetry group and many other young poets get together. This year, I wrote poems such as Snow on the Root of the Wall, A Good Breast, Criminals, Her Name is Zuo Hui, and Life and Death in China. , criticized by some critics as "the death of poetry". In the same year, he participated in the "Hengshan Poetry Club" organized by the poet Lu Ye. At this poetry meeting, my speech "I want to be a pioneer to death" caused controversy. In my speech, I criticized Han Dong and other folk poets. In the same year, he became the editorial board of China New Poetry Yearbook. 20065438+0: At the beginning of 20065438+0, the dispute between Shen and Han broke out on the poetry Jianghu website, and my quarrel almost swept the whole writing camp of "folk position". On the one hand, I, Sha Yi, Duo Yu, Nan Ren, Yin Lichuan, Hou Ma, Xu Jiang ... On the other hand, Yang Li, He, Shu, Liu Ligang, the young "lower body poetry group" and the long-established "they" poetry group and "Feifei" poetry group, have a scuffle on the Internet for several months. The poet Nakajima published all his arguments in the full text in the magazine Poetry Reference edited by him. After this controversy, the poets Yang Li and He left the "Jianghu of Poetry" and founded the "Rubber Literature Network". Han Dong, a poet, then founded "Their Literature Network". In the same year, he wrote poems such as Gonorrhea, Cotton Mill, Falling, We Pull, and Self-portrait. 2002: Write poems such as A Trip to Chengdu, Twilight on Shaoxing Road, Wu Ang in Wu Ang, Hard and Soft, Lies of Oil Painters, Your Mother's Name, etc. This year, the "9. 1 1 incident" broke out in the United States. 2003: This year, the Iraq war broke out. SARS broke out. On the third day of the Iraqi war, I wrote a long poem to Mayakovski. After "SARS", he organized a reading meeting on "Poetry after SARS" in Beijing. In the same year, he wrote poems such as Drinking Poems, Sister Went to the South, My Beijing, and The Crow in March. 2004: Interview Wu Ang in Henan AIDS Village, and write a group of poems "Chronicle of Wenlou Village", which became the most popular poem of that year. He published a collection of personal poems, The Great Evil in My Heart, and held a special recitation of personal poems in Beijing. Together with our friends Hu Yun and Yin Lichuan, we convened the first "Beijing Dachang Open-air Poetry Reading Meeting". Go to Copenhagen with poets such as Yin Lichuan, Sheng Xing, Yu Jian, Xichuan, Yang Lian, Yongming Zhai, Beidao and Ouyang Yu to participate in the "Sino-Danish Poetry Festival". Later, together with Yin Lichuan, at the invitation of the Dutch magazine Slow Fire, they went to Amsterdam, the Netherlands and Ghent, Belgium to hold a unique poetry reading meeting. In July, I attended the opening poetry reading meeting of Hong Kong Book Fair with Hong Kong poet Zheng, Macau poet and Taiwan Province poet Chen. After that, he drifted to Hongkong, Macau and Malaysia, and then went to Norway to attend the China Cultural Festival with poets Yin Lichuan and Haruki. Write a long poem "Love Poems on Outlying Islands Hurt Parting". In the same year, China New Poetry Yearbook (volume 2003-2004) was published. 2005: Suddenly I can't write poetry. Have a son. Life is extremely busy, and I am very anxious. Participated in the "Pearl River Poetry Recitation" in Guangzhou. Reciting gonorrhea is coming. 2006: rewriting poetry. There are many creations. Write the poem "River" and so on. Participated in the poetry festival held by poet Tan Kexiu in Changsha, Hunan Province, and recited the Chronicle of Wenlou Village at Tianhan Grand Theatre. In 2007, he wrote more than 65,438+000 poems, such as Send Yang Li, Grandma's Funeral and Xi 'an as a Witness. In the same year, he was invited to be the judge of the Ergon Poetry Award. In the same year, he was named "Top Ten New Poets in China". In the same year, he was exposed in the forum of "Poetry Jianghu" because he criticized the poet Yu Jian's poetry creation and thought more and more decadent and rigid. At the same time, the poet Sha Yi broke up with Yu Jian. 2008: Sichuan earthquake, writing a group of poems "Northern Sichuan Essays". In the same year, he began to write a long poem "Butterfly" and a poem review article "The Cruelty and Brilliance of China's Poetry". 2009: I wrote poems such as Mary's Love. In every building, there is a girl playing the piano, a dancer and so on. The creation of the long poem Butterfly is completed. In the same year, he won the second Ding Yu Prize for Poetry. 20 10: Write poems such as ode to a girl, ode to a black silk, ode to the dead, and ode to * * *. In the same year, he won the Poetry Award of People's Literature. 20 1 1 year: Write poems such as Old Cat's Heart, Reproduction and Silence Fu. Butterfly won the "First China Laureate Poetry Award" in the 7th China Xixia Funiu Mountain Autumn Poetry Conference. In the same year, in the column "Poetry in the New Century" jointly sponsored by Netease Weibo and poet Sha Yi, "Mary's Love" was launched as the opening poem of the whole column. 20 12: Write poems such as The Spell of the Times, Chapter 18 of Autumn Wind, Prague in the Sun, I am between you and God, Clouds over Yunnan, John doesn't eat boiled eggs, Night of the Republic of China, etc. He won the first Golden Poetry Award of "Poetry Classics in the New Century" and published a collection of poems "Chronicle of Wenlou Village". 20 13: Writing poetry is like running, the Republic, my motherland is not fond of doing, and those tired faces on the plateau are calling their names, her moonlight and so on. Won the 1 1 China Literature and Media Award for Poet of the Year, October Poetry Award, the 3rd Chang 'an Poetry Festival and Modern Poetry Achievement Award. Published a collection of poems "Order me to be silent". Attachment: Some short poems by Shen Haobo. The problem of life and death in our country. Our country is a large rural area, where crops, men, women and their livestock are growing everywhere. Many women there committed suicide, some drank pesticides, some hanged themselves, and most of them chose to drink pesticides. In our country, this kind of death is not suicide, but "drinking pesticides to death". Sometimes I admire these women who drink pesticides. They are people who really died without thinking. Sometimes I admire women who hang themselves. They are people who really think about life and death. Only then did they hang themselves here. This kind of death is not suicide, but "hanging" in February 2000. In the cotton mill, the girl stood under a big tree deep in the inn yard. The pony said, girl, look up. He lifted the girl's chin with his hand, touched her chest and said, that's her. The pony is having sex inside, and Xiao Zhang and I are waiting outside for the proprietress to say to Xiao Zhang, "We will charge 60 yuan today." The proprietress said: I have not only a cotton mill, but also a clothing factory. And 200 1/7/ 3 1 ... The man said that Shen Haobo, the hometown of Wu, was also an unhappy person. He must have had a drink first when he said this, but I took a sip. Why-I don't like the taste of white wine. I don't like spicy beer with white wine. I don't like the original foreign wine with too much stamina. Red wine is too hot to swallow. It is not the time to be kind to each other, nor is it the time for frustrated people to hold hands and drink. Affection has been hurt since ancient times. You and I just met for a drink, just chewing peanuts and gossiping. So why should I be frugal? So the man said, Shen Haobo, a decent fellow villager, is also an unhappy person. It doesn't matter if I'm unhappy, and you shouldn't be too frugal. Most people who drink are alcoholics, and those who love to pat their chests are undoubtedly villains. People who deserve to drink with me make me drunk. 2003/11... My sister went to the south. Sister walked in front, and Dede followed across a long street to play soy sauce. That was a long time ago. Once, two hooligans stopped one of them, holding her sister's * * and saying, yes, like a persimmon, she cried with fear. Later, my sister went to the south and never came back. Later, Xiaode grew up to do fruit business and went to the south to learn prostitution. In the first few years, Dede never went whoring. Some people say he likes sharp women. In recent years, Dede has only been whoring * * * and patting a woman's * * when she is happy, saying: Yes, it is as elastic as persimmon 2003/ 1/ 27. Ma Heling, actually. In fact, she is a person waiting to die, just like hundreds of people waiting to die in this village. In fact, her husband is a dead man, just like everyone else in this village. In fact, she doesn't want to die. In fact, she remarried less than a year after her husband died. In fact, the man she married also had a woman who just died. In fact, Ma Heling is over 50 years old. In fact, there are hundreds of people like her waiting to die in this village. In fact, she married a normal and healthy man. In fact, this man can only marry AIDS patients if he still wants women. In fact, it is impossible for a healthy woman to marry a husband who just died of AIDS. As a matter of fact, she already lives in this village. As a matter of fact, this village is finished and dying. In fact, they are still alive. In fact, they must live to do something before they die. In fact, the man who married her really wants to marry her. He is in the prime of life and needs a woman. Even though she is useless and can only sit or walk slowly with her hands in her sleeves, he still wants to marry her. In fact, this woman can cross her legs in bed. In fact, there is still a lot of meat on this woman. He really hopes that she will never die, so that there will be a living woman lying in his bed every night. In fact, everyone in the village got a condom. In fact, the man who married him never used condoms. Actually, she asked him, aren't you afraid of infection? Aren't you afraid of death? In fact, he is afraid of death, but he still doesn't use condoms. He felt that he was not so unlucky. In fact, almost all men as big as him in their village are unlucky, but in fact they all sell blood. In fact, the man he married has never heard of anyone getting sick because he slept with his wife. In fact, for a farmer, it is even more fucking incredible than death. 2004/5/ 16 ... Baby, I am afraid that you will come into this world. Your naked body will eventually be covered with dirt, and your tender lips and teeth will spit out a series of lies one day. How can I bear you to come into this world? People bite each other's blood like sharks, dye the sky red like red cloth and tease bulls, and you will eventually grow from a baby to a beast. But you finally came to this world. You must follow yourself this time. I'm leaving. You woke up in the morning light and smiled happily at me. Even the light is sweet at this moment. My heart hurts like moss washed away by running water. You let me know that life can be so pure because I love you. You make me clean and bright because I love you. I hold you, just like a willow sprouting new buds. Your lips are yellow, just like leaves like to flow gently in the air in spring. As soft as bread, the world is so clear at this time. Because of you, I became a baby with black eyes again, re-examined the world and fell in love with it again. May 3, 2006. Mary's love. Mary, the female director of a friend's company, has a delicate face, and the faint perfume gives off a good fragrance. After graduating from a prestigious school, her elegant four-inch high heels made her career stand out. Do a good job, if you are drunk after a thousand cups on the wine table, don't change your face when you go to the toilet, and then drink. Until the opponent reveals a flaw. I admit, I admire her a little. Once after drinking, I said to her boss, my friend, You are so lucky. Such a good employee is a beautiful woman who helps you make money. The friend laughed: "Not only is my employee cheating on her husband, but I can sleep with her whenever I want to. Think about it, beauty is like a donkey. " I was dumbfounded. The friend who asked him how to do it smiled and said, "It's very simple. I told her over and over again that I loved her, and then she believed me! " 2009/6/7 ... In every building, there is a girl playing the piano. In every building, there is a girl who plays the piano. I have never met any of them. The girl who plays the piano never walks into the sun. It was not until many years later that the piano suddenly stopped that I found that the building had collapsed. I removed the rubble and masonry, and sure enough I saw a transparent finger. I hugged her and kissed her white hair. And that deeply wrinkled face 2009/ 1/3 1 ... dancer. The spotlight covers the dancer's soul and is distorted because it can't escape. You craned your neck and fell in love with her figure and the beauty of wandering. A girl is a soul that should be distorted in every aspect when it is covered. On the crystal dance floor, the dancers tried to bounce their graceful bodies. Some people who enjoy dancing are infected by this beauty and shed tears. A dying fish finally bounced on the cold chopping block. It also had a soft body. I don't want to spoil your fun. We all have dancers' souls. We all feel the humiliation of girls. We all have fish to kill. 2009/4/ 29. Reproduction. He gave birth to his first child, a son. He saw cowardice in his son and in his own eyes. He gave birth to a daughter with goldfish eyes like his, which frightened him because his goldfish became drunk as an adult. Not convinced, he gave birth to another daughter, who is very talkative and has a small mouth like honey. He was a little angry when he was happy, so he knew he was bragging. On the obnoxious side, he gave birth to another, another, another like his father, another like his mother, another like his wife, and even some special daughters, just like his cheating lover. The more he grew up, the more afraid he was, the more he enjoyed it, and the more he gave birth to a mouse, two hedgehogs, enemies who chased him in the street with knives, and ghosts who appeared in his dreams. Gave birth to a female monitor of elementary school, 20 1 1-5- 1 ... I am between you and God. How hard is it to live? I know. I also know how difficult it is for people to live in their own hearts. Everyone, settle down in the world, I vaguely know the difficulties. But I am busy solving my own problems. Sometimes some of them are solved, and then bigger difficulties appear. This process inspired my fighting spirit, and I even enjoyed it. But I ignored you. I thought I gave you warmth. We have a nutritious family. Even as if I gave you some love. But I really don't understand how hard it is for you. There's nothing I can do, or I haven't worked hard for it. I even look down on your own struggle. I ignored your confusion, so I don't know how deep your pain is. You begin to understand spirituality. Attend various courses. I made a special trip to Chennai, India a few days ago and stayed in a spiritual school for a whole month. The founder of the school is a couple who call themselves gods on earth. Both husband and wife are gods. I miss you very much, and I have unspeakable entanglements and fears. Actually, I've seen God, and maybe you have. When I walked in on the boulevard holding your hand, God sat in the sweat of my palm. If you loved me then, you should go to see God. God is in our children's black eyes. Angels don't have to have six wings and fly around like flies in front of you. The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines into the room and on the transparent face of the angel. A quiet life radiates happiness. 10 years ago, I drank the sparerib soup you made for me every day. You sat next to me and smiled like a god. God is sometimes very serious and quiet in the dead. I once changed the shroud for your dead father. He is a god with cold hands and feet. Because I feel at ease about your life, I died peacefully. You take his picture home and hang it on the wall, and God will stay in our house. Like you, I believe in the existence of God. Sometimes he lives in the left eye of a crow, sometimes he stays at the moment when the leaves of Sophora japonica turn yellow. That summer, we were in Lunan County, watching the torch festival dance of Yi people, and the streets were full of immortals. God is naughty. He just landed on the dancer's calf, then turned into a black palm, and sometimes landed on a woman's plump buttocks. God is in a lamp, wearing an old dress, between his tired eyebrows when running around. I don't know why I wrote this poem for you-it won't change your decision. When you came back from India, you really became very happy, just like being drugged. But you said: even if you are drugged, you will be happy. There is nothing to say in an instant. You went on to tell me that you used to live like a walking corpse. I feel remorse and a little angry. I think what you hurt is probably a lot of gods I saw when I was with you. 2012/12/13. Zen of cattle. Lotus leaf in the void. There is nothing in Sanskrit. A group of Zen monks read Yao. Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao,,,,,,,, moo, moo. Rows of cows vomit snot, and rows of huge eyes illuminate the light. Duh, those cows didn't eat grass and went to 20 12- 12-26 ... the night of the Republic of China. The night is more cruel than history, and all the places without lights have disappeared from the nearby peaks. It never seemed to exist. Seen from the glass curtain wall of the tallest building on the island-101,Taipei looks like a light and shining feather, like a thin shell inlaid with pearls, and even like a brightly lit terrace in Pingping Zhang. This light, thin and flat object floating in the sea is so huge. A name that makes people want to cry-Republic of China 20 12- 12-25 ... In winter, from Beijing to Taipei, there is a kind of horse-wrapped corpse in Beijing, which is still bleeding after the end of the world. Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers live forever, there is a kind of soft Beijing, which is suitable for treason, divorce, bankruptcy and murder. The doornails of the Forbidden City are covered with frost, and the ice of Kunming Lake is reflected in the Leng Yue, where people have been waiting for the emperor's death for thousands of years. The emperor is still alive, and the grass has withered from generation to generation, but in Taipei, even the waves of the angry sea have a gentle look back this season. Beijingers are learning to eat sweet pineapple cake ... the lover's room. In Ang Lee's movies, teenagers and tigers float on the sea. At this moment, I am a teenager, are you a tiger or are you a tiger? I am a teenager, the piano is the ocean, and you are two soaring dolphins screaming and deafening my eardrums. I kiss you once, jump a flying fish, I kiss you twice, jump two flying fish all over the sea, countless flying fish jump like stars, dancing large starfish, floating on the water, stopping in your abdomen for a while and landing on your cheek for a while. I grab your white coral hip wall, and the sea water seeps into my body. Together with your transparent and sweaty bones, I can hold you tighter. When the tiger chews out the bones and blood of the teenager, I look for it on you-write it to my son. Whenever I turn my head to look at you, I can't help staring at every leaf growing in your eyes, like a mysterious and kind thing, looking for my trace. Those that are hard to find are polished by you like slowly emerging stars. I found a bunch of me in you, which makes me happy, shy and self-blaming. Those parts that don't belong to me or * * * make me excited and confused, like God's new invention, like the little secret between the universe and you. You are so fresh in the sun. 20 12.7.20 ... The clouds over Yunnan are as fat as mutton in Xinjiang. I want to pinch the fat ridge of the cloud. Not salt, transparency is an insult to clouds, not snow, petals are an insult to clouds, not cotton. Labor is an insult to the cloud, not a splash of ink. Freehand brushwork is an insult to the cloud. The cloud over Yunnan stood on its own cliff, smashed itself into pieces, surfed on its own ocean and handed it to the cloud as a sampan. The purpose of the cloud sculpture over Yunnan is to lead to eternity, but the purpose of the sculpture in the cloud world is like one kiss after another. The cloud is the eyelid cloud of the air, not the sister-in-law's.