Who's Yongming Zhai?

Yongming Zhai, female, born in Chengdu, Sichuan, 1955. Graduated from Chengdu Institute of Telecommunications Engineering, a poet. 1974 graduated from high school and jumped the queue in the countryside. He graduated from Chengdu Institute of Telecommunications Engineering in Sichuan and worked in a physics research institute. 198 1 started to publish poems, and she is an outstanding contemporary female poet in China. 1984, his group poem "Women" shocked the literary world with its unique and bizarre language and shocking female position. From 65438 to 0998, the "White Night" Bar Culture Salon was opened in Chengdu, and a series of artistic and folk video activities were planned and held.

His representative works include Woman, The Rose Above All, new york, The West of new york and more than 65,438+00 books of poetry and prose. Yongming Zhai was selected as one of the "Top 50 Charms of China" in 2005 and "Top 10 Female Poets in China" in 20 10. In 2007, he won the "A Prize of Zhongkun International Poetry Award"; 20 1 1 won the Italian CeppoPistoia International Literature Prize, and the chairman of the jury called Yongming Zhai "one of the greatest poets in the world today".

Chinese name: Yongming Zhai.

Mbth: Yongming Zhai

Nationality: China.

Ethnic group: Han nationality

Place of birth: Chengdu, Sichuan

Date of birth: 1955

Occupation: poet

Graduate school: Chengdu Institute of Telecommunications Engineering

Main achievements: Intellectuals write poems to represent poets.

Masterpieces: Woman and Jing 'anzhuang.

Role overview

Yongming Zhai, female, born in Chengdu, Sichuan, 1955. 1974 graduated from high school and went to the countryside to jump the queue as an educated youth. 1976 returned to the city. 1980 graduated from Chengdu Institute of Telecommunications Engineering (now University of Electronic Science and Technology of China). Working in a physics research institute. The poem was published in 198 1. I have lived abroad.

1984, the large-scale group poem "Women", including 20 lyric poems, shocked the literary world with its unique and bizarre language and shocking female position; From 65438 to 0986, this group of poems caused a great sensation after they were published in Poetry Magazine and Youth Poetry Society. 1996 became a freelance writer after publishing the prose collection "Building on Paper". In the decades of poetry creation, Yongming Zhai has always maintained abundant creative and thinking vitality, and important works have been published in each period, which has unquestionable importance in China poetry circles. She is recognized as the best contemporary poetess in China and the most beautiful woman in the East.

Qingxin art

Yongming Zhai has two sisters, an elder brother and a younger brother. Sister Mo Ran is now a famous writer and screenwriter. When Yongming Zhai was a child, she saw her sister Mo Ran writing and began to write by herself. I wrote many ancient poems when I was in middle school, and I wrote dozens more when I went to the countryside for two years, including my own paintings. Unfortunately, they are all lost. After graduating from college, Yongming Zhai began to get in touch with modern western literature.

After graduating from high school, he signed up to go to the countryside. 1In the summer of 976, 18 years old, he went to the rural area of Jing 'an Brigade in the suburbs of Chengdu. The people in the production team found that she loved reading, so they took her home and found a book, Pen gives birth to flowers. Her father collected a lot of classical dramas, and she also took some Peach Blossom Fan and The West Chamber to the countryside to read.

1977 Yongming Zhai entered the southwest institute of technical physics. Because the unit has good audio-visual equipment, she watched many western movies, cultivated her own aesthetics, and gradually became sensitive to visual elements such as color, shape and scope. Besides literature, she also fell in love with movies, photography and plastic arts.

As the last batch of workers, peasants and soldiers, she went to Chengdu Institute of Telecommunications Engineering, which had nothing to do with literature and art-she didn't like it; After graduation, she was assigned to the Institute of Physics. She didn't like the job.

Yongming Zhai, who is in her early twenties, is the first person in her unit to wear jeans because she writes poetry, devotes herself to art and demands a free life. She is considered a bit "bad" and unfilial. She was paid for publishing poems in literary magazines and was considered to do nothing outside except earn money.

Poet's career

A woman's monologue

1983, she wrote a series of poems "Women", including 20 lyric poems, starting with "Monologue", "I, a wild dream, was born by chance. Heaven and earth/one, you call me a woman/and strengthen my body. " There are many widely circulated sentences in the poem, such as "I want to hold your hand with my heart as the boundary/but my posture in front of you is a fiasco", "My eyes look at you like two wounds" and "anyone standing on my mother's hand will eventually die from birth". Like a witch, she said these words like a curse. A firm tone, fierce struggle, secret and pain, sadness and complete emotionalization are Yongming Zhai's understanding of herself as a woman.

The poem was not published immediately after it was written, but circulated among a small group of friends. 1984 She printed 20 brochures in the company's printing room. "It's hard. A girl in the printing room of our company has a good relationship with me. The mimeograph was printed by both of us. It's primitive. My hands are covered with oil. After printing, I will bind it. "

Youth poetry talk

From 65438 to 0986, Poetry Magazine held a "Youth Poetry Society" and invited Yongming Zhai, Yu Jian and Han Dong. Starting from 1980, the poetry magazine "Youth Poetry Society" made Beidao, Shuting, Gu Cheng and others popular overnight in the form of the first special issue of the Youth Poetry Society. "Youth Poetry Society" has always been regarded as the "Whampoa Military Academy" in the field of poetry, and it has great influence in the field of poetry in China. Yongming Zhai took the invitation letter to ask for leave from the company, and finally the leader agreed, but he was also very dissatisfied with her.

In that "Youth Poetry Club", Yongming Zhai published a set of poems "Women". She wrote in Poems of Youth, "I will never be as profound as a man, and my advantage can only come from life itself." Poetry Newspaper and Poetry Magazine published Women's Poetry, and Lijiang Publishing House also published it as a collection of poems of the same name. This group of poems shocked1the poetry circle in the mid-1980s and brought her great fame. In the preface to The Consciousness of the Night, Yongming Zhai said: "I am more keen to expand the simplest and most subtle feeling in my mind, that is, what I think is' femininity'. Some paranoia makes me pay too much attention to my heart. "

Turning point in life

go crazy/mad

Yongming Zhai resigned at the end of 1986, when everyone around her thought she was crazy. Her unit is Southwest Institute of Physics, which is a ministerial-level unit with good benefits. If she hadn't come out of the unit at that time, she would be a senior engineer at least now. But this rigorous scientific research unit is not suitable for Yongming Zhai, and she feels very depressed.

Yongming Zhai went to America. After a year and a half in the United States, I was in a state of confusion, not knowing what to do or whether to stay. During this time, Yongming Zhai basically didn't write, and he wanted to return to China more and more. Because if she wants to stay, she will have to give up writing, study English hard, get a degree and find a job. If it is good, it is to live a middle-class life; If not, you have to continue to work hard for your life. This kind of life has no attraction for her.

After returning from the United States, Yongming Zhai began to consider writing something other than poetry. So, from 65438 to 0996, she published the first collection of essays, which was built on paper.

Bar salon

White Night Bar is a cultural salon in Chengdu. 1998 settled at No.85, Yulin West Road, Chengdu on May 8th. This is an old quadrangle, which retains the four pillars and three mountains west gate during the Republic of China. In the courtyard, there is an old wall made of rammed piles of slag from the Qing Dynasty, mixed with residual tiles from the Han Dynasty. The east and west wing rooms retain the original doors and windows. There are two loquat trees and a dead tree in the yard. Two old eucalyptus trees cover the sun, cover the sun and cover the white night under the shade.

White Night Bar is a big family of writers, artists, media practitioners and lovers of literature and art ... with like-minded friends, lively festivals and cultural activities. "White Night" uses alcohol and literature and art to completely release the most natural and authentic side of people.

Yongming Zhai said, "White Night has greatly opened my writing horizon and my understanding of reality, which has made a fundamental change in my writing. From 1998 to now, my writing can be said to be very free and changeable, which is often related to the changes of things I care about. I think a writer should follow his heart in writing. When his inner thoughts and ideas change, his writing style will definitely change. Over the years, I have published two poems and three essays. Among them, White Night Tan is completely an art group that records' White Night' and' White Night'. "

Poet's quotations

My writing, especially after 1990, is related to the times. Do you think poets don't care about society? This is a big misunderstanding. But I have never really paid attention to politics. I think politics is particularly complicated, dirty and utilitarian, and I'm not very interested. I know very well that what really deserves political attention is something I will never know. What I really care about is its authenticity. But we may never know the truth behind political events. I think our understanding of politics may be superficial. But we live under political control. If we care, I care how much it will control us.

For myself, what brings me the most happiness is poetry. There are all kinds of changes in life that individuals can't control. The only thing they can control is writing. By writing, you can express your thoughts and feel your existence. I am sometimes empty and need something to support myself so that I won't feel like a walking corpse. Poetry plays such a religious role. So I said that poetry has never let me down.

Poets must find a way to live for themselves, so as to be conducive to writing. In Sichuan, many poets who were active in the mid-1980s have been involved in the economic trend since the 1990s. Some are still wandering around, rushing for survival; Some people go back to their desks to concentrate on writing after finishing their work. Some of them can't get a sense of reality in this era, and they can only grab energy in writing; Others may gain energy in reality, but they need to turn it into a desire for poetry anyway. I don't think the change of situation and identity can explain everything the poet has in reality. For a poet, his occupation and identity are uncertain factors, and the only certainty is the meaning of poetry to him.

General situation of art

Publication of works

Poems of Women (Lijiang Publishing House 1986)

Poetry anthology "The Rose Above All" (Shenyang Publishing House 1989)

Yongming Zhai's Poems (Chengdu Publishing House 1994)

Plainsong in the Night (Reform Press 1996)

Call it everything (Feng Chun Literature and Art Publishing House 1997)

Collection of architectural essays on paper (Oriental Publishing Center 1997)

Essays on Such Talents (Oriental Publishing House, 2008)

The most euphemistic words (Oriental Publishing House, 2008)

Essay on Toughness and Broken Flowers (Oriental Publishing House 1999)

Poetry anthology "Finally Invalidated My Turn" (Jiangsu Literature and Art Publishing House, 2000)

New york's Essays in West New York (Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House, 2003)

Essay on White Night Tan (Huacheng Publishing House, 2009)

Fourteen plainsong (Nanjing University Press 20 1 1)

It has been translated into English, German, Japanese, Dutch and other languages.

representative works

Women (group poems)

Jing 'anzhuang (group poem)

Fourteen plainsong and so on.

Honorary awards

"50 Charming People in China" (2005)

"Top Ten Female Poets in China" (20 10)

First Prize of "Zhongkun International Poetry Award" (2007)

"Italian international literature prize" (20 1 1)

"Jin Yulan" International Poetry Award (20 19)

Plan and preside over

The First White Night Rubber Image Week (Chengdu White Night Gallery 2002)

Contemporary Art Exhibition in Professional, Professional and Spare Time (2003)

Peking University Poetry Festival Female Poetry Special Session (Beijing 2005)

Century City Collects Chengdu International Poetry Festival (Chengdu 2005)

"Honey" Art Exhibition (Shanghai Top Gallery 2005)

"Other" Joint Exhibition (Beijing Long March Space 2006)

"Four-person Talks between China and Germany and the First Selection of Gu Bin's Poems" (Chengdu White Night Art Museum 20 10)

"Between China and Britain" White Night Poetry Reading Series (Chengdu White Night Art Museum 20 1 1)

Exhibition of Nine Female Artists in Xinlian (Chengdu White Night Art Museum 20 1 1)

"The World in the Country" Poetry Recitation in the Translation Workshop of Slovenian Poets in China (Chengdu White Night Art Museum 20 1 1)

Selected readings of poems

Female Poetry (Selected Works 4)

desire

All the lights are on for you tonight.

Tonight you are a long-lost little colony, and the melancholy comes from your body.

Seepage, with delicate water droplets.

The moon is like a smooth and fragrant body.

Sleep soundly and give off an attractive smell.

Two days and one night.

Between them, your black eyes

Stay happy.

What kind of noise is accumulating in my body?

Can't comfort, feel what will form.

The wall in the dream is black.

Let you see the shadow of the triangle flooding

Every pore in the body is open.

An incomprehensible meaning

The stars give off inhuman light in the night sky.

Your eyes are full of.

Since ancient times, joys and sorrows

With the pain of satisfaction

In your beautiful gaze, there is the power of the devil.

Let this moment become an indelible memory.

mother

There are too many places I can't reach. My feet hurt. Mom, don't.

Teach me to catch the old sadness in the greedy sunrise. My heart is the same as yours.

You are my mother. I even shed your blood at dawn.

You were surprised to see yourself in a pool of blood. You woke me up.

Hearing the voice of the world, you gave birth to me, and you made me suffer misfortune.

Terrible twins in this world. For years, I don't remember crying tonight.

The light that makes you pregnant, how far it is, how suspicious it is, stands on the line of life and death.

Suddenly, there is darkness in front of your eyes, and how heavy the shadow enters the soles of your feet.

In your arms, I had a mysterious smile. Who knows?

You made me understand everything in a virgin way, but I was indifferent.

I regard this world as a virgin. Did I send it to you?

Haven't the hearty laughter burned enough in summer? No?

I was abandoned in this world, alone and sad with the light of the sun.

Hanging over me, do you know what is left when you bend over the world?

Years sent me to the mill and let me see myself crushed.

Oh, mom, were you happy when I finally became silent?

No one knows how irrelevant I love you, this secret.

From a part of you, my eyes look at you like two wounds.

In order to live, I killed myself to fight against eternal love.

A stone is abandoned until it dries up like bone marrow, and the world

Some orphans exposed all the blessings, but who knows best?

Anyone who stands on the mother's hand will eventually die because of birth.

soliloquy

I, a fantasy, am full of the charm of the abyss.

Born by chance. Earth and sky

The two are one, you call me a woman.

Strengthened my body.

I am a white feather as soft as water.

You hold me in your hand, and I will hold the world.

Dressed, in the sun

I'm so dazzling, but you can't believe it.

I am the gentlest and most sensible woman.

See through everything but share everything.

Longing for a winter, a long night

I want to hold your hand and take my heart as the boundary.

But my attitude in front of you is a fiasco.

When you left, my pain

Spit my heart out of my mouth.

Who is forbidden to kill you with love?

The sun rises for the whole world! I only did it for you.

Concentrate the most hateful tenderness on your whole body.

From head to toe, I have my own way.

A cry for help, the soul can also reach out?

My blood can turn my sea

Hold high to the foot of sunset, who remembers me?

But I remember more than just my life.

life

You should try to stay calm.

A sickening episode

Its arc lamp is hanging in the air.

I want nothing.

The body undulates like waves

As if to resist the invasion of the whole world.

give you

Such a life full of crisis and unwilling to relax.

Turn a blind eye to the daily slaughter

Horribly moved from which planet?

The liquid indulges in the land and refuses to disappear.

What kind of airflow is sucked into the sky?

Such an expanding talent, such a small universe.

There are gloomy troops stationed.

Everything is disappearing and everything is transparent.

But my most secret bloodline was made public.

Who threatened me?

Night sums up people more powerfully.

Something eternal hidden in my body?

Tears are dancing in the hot night.

A non-human container cools the air.

Death hangs over me.

Death can't bear the pain that runs through everything.

But don't disturb that lifeless face

Afraid and confused, the room is getting darker and darker.

The day used to be a part of me, but now it has been taken away.

The orange-red light is staring at me above my head.

It's staring at the scariest content in the world.

Selected Works of Jing 'anzhuang (Poetry Group) II

First month

As if it had already existed, as if it had already been ordered.

I couldn't help my voice when I came.

It put me in a wing facing south.

The first time I came, I caught up with the dark days.

There are paths with similar faces everywhere.

The cool breeze makes me pale and lonely.

The cornfield is full of vitality at this moment.

I came here and heard the sound of Cleisthenes in Pisces.

I heard the sensitive night tremble again.

Small haystacks spread out solemnly.

The only fragile cloud is like a lonely beast.

Crawling forward smells of bad weather.

For example, meet me and become an understandable heart.

The fishing rod slides on the water, and the oil lamp flickers on and off.

The warm and hoarse barking of dogs makes people think.

Yesterday's gale seemed to know everything.

Don't give in to the black tree

Arrange a murder in every corner.

Endure the moment that fills the human body.

Now I can do moonlight freely.

Married couples hear the rain in their dreams.

The black donkeys depend on the stone mill to discuss tomorrow.

There, where yin and yang are mixed.

Know all the years like the back of your hand.

I heard the cock crow.

I heard the sound of wheel water again.

The second month

Walk around the whole village from morning to noon.

My feet listen to the sound of the underground.

Let me reach the depths of silence

No matter which door you go to, there is always someone standing.

Someone is holding a rice bowl and shaking an empty cradle.

Walking through wall after wall, my feet didn't touch the ground.

Abandoned houses are evil there, covered with thin red soil.

What is blocking my warm sight?

On the way to the death of ants

Here comes the man with leaves on his face.

Sunflowers were beheaded, their necks were rough and eroded.

Like a row of lies stretching under the sky.

Hemp fiber disguised as a god will do evil at night.

Cry of Cold Food Festival

The villagers restrained themselves by comforting the dead.

I look for it and always try to smile.

Internal injuries match their naked eyes.

How can I get into Jing 'anzhuang?

Although there are drowning bodies and poisoned brides every day

They came back, and the flowers filed in for them.

The sound of childbirth suddenly rose.

Feel the sunset collapse from the heart.

I'm thinking: how can I get in?

At this time, the village was silent.

Choose one of the fourteen poems by plainsong.

Yellow river ballad

Mother said, "It's near the Yellow River.

South of the river bend, next to the newly planted wheat field.

At the end of the road is our village. "

On the bank of the Yellow River is Xie Zhuang.

Mother's surname is Xie.

If vanilla and beauty are called

She came up the slope.

River enlargement

The slope is constantly being crushed by the soil.

Rush to the opposite beach.

Mother said, "Our land is losing a little bit."

So there was fighting and migration.

There was a robbery when the wind was dark on the moon.

Ghost swimming

There are countless ghosts' extravagant hopes

Those beautiful young girls

Their loved ones are all dead.

"The cold wind blows on the Yellow River.

Scrape their young bones every year. "

Although the river is yellow, the stone beach is rough.

My mother turned out to be touching.

Her face is like apricots.

Blood is like peach blossom.

When she walked across the slope.

She is the loveliest thing on the Yellow River.

When she was barefoot by the river.

An ancient chill stung the small fire on the shore.

To their hearts a burst of chagrin.

My forty years old came before my mother.

Like birds flying away one by one.

The time I turned a blind eye to that year

My natural sadness is locked in the bone marrow.

Not known to the young people around you.

Without being noticed by the person sleeping next to me.

My forty years old came before my mother.

"What kind of person is our future?

What kind of man will we wait until the end of the day?

What kind of man do we get?

Sad as a loss?

What kind of people are with us?

Sleep and death are companions? "

My mother came from the slope.

I haven't learned it yet with a schoolbag under my arm.

Love suitable for her life, but

I already know the disadvantages of being a woman.

And those shameful things in love

She has no silk and is dressed in linen.

Who has seen her?

Who will forget everything about themselves?

Make distant things sad.

Make beauty unrepeatable.

You became immortal.

The pen of time is sliding fast.

Generated words are like a rapidly falling river beach.

Eggs tilted like paper money.

Regardless of the suffering of the dead in the new grave.

Flow east, flow south

Hit the other side again

Regardless of the death of people on both sides of the strait.

Lost woman

you are

A lost woman

Born this way. Born this way.

Fit and match, helpless

Tired of life. you are

A lost woman won't hurt you.

I don't move, do you?

Wander about

Do what you want.

Sleepwalking at night

Make a painful sound. you are

A lost woman

Men in their prime were wiped out for this.

And you always don't believe it

Some lies will make you cry.

Cry sadly enough.

Your marriage failed in the charming winter.

Find an old friend like a terminator

Or something like that. you are

A lost woman

It won't hurt you

The Black Room

Crows are black all over the world.

I feel timid, there are too many of them.

Relatives, outnumbered, irresistible.

We are indispensable, our four sisters.

We are a trap in a dark room.

Slim and elegant, pacing back and forth

The appearance of a shoo-in

I'm evil and mean inside.

Keep a good temper as a daughter on the surface.

Repeat daily failures.

We are noble ladies among ladies.

Wry smile, dig one's brains out

Make yourself colorful.

Young, beautiful, in full bloom.

Make a dark, concentrated trap

Those who cross the border and plan carefully

A good man with sharp teeth and straight mouth

The face without ups and downs is my brother-in-law)

At night, I think

Our room is in danger.

Both the cat and the mouse are awake.

Let's go to sleep and look for strangers in our dreams.

House number, night

We are mature women.

Make a fool of yourself, and so on

We are four sisters, changing with each passing day.

Marriage is still the center of mate selection.

The light in the bedroom depressed the newlyweds.

Put all your eggs in one basket, I said to myself.

Home is the place to start.

Her point of view

Her perspective is from one end of the bed.

Shoot at the other end and look at your body.

From many clothes, mobile phone shoes

And keys.

And your fingers.

They are thin and straight.

It seems that I can hear it again.

Conflict between pelvis and daytime.

Everyone was castrated.

Everyone's health is lost.

Everyone is exposed in his body.

The place to go is a painful nest.

Even if you wear armor, you can't do it at this time.

Wrap your acupoints.

Every inch of your skin will eventually

Lazy to touch

She'll be happy about it, too

Turn off the lights. The climax of evolution has repeatedly said:

What are you offering tonight?

It's not that important to her.

(Their children will see it.

The whole process of fertility

A baby with amniotic fluid blood.

Rush out with a bang.

Without leaving a drop of sperm to choose from.

Do not leave an inch of living space)

To marijuana.

They said: don't want you.

You are sitting between two red pockets.

Your sheets are white.

Your coat is far from the street.

It is white.

They said they didn't know.

The sky is below and the ground is above.

They don't know the surprise of turning into wine.

The voices of men and women are far and near.

Like leaning on your shoulder.

I said I want you.

I want to get there before DJ arrives.

Take care of me and you.

So I went from empty to full

From one white man to another white man

Not too much trouble.

They don't know you're quietly.

Give me an ability

Two elephants with red pockets.

Two breasts are close together.

You sat among them in a coma.