Shen Haobo's representative poems

Shen Haobo, male, poet and publisher. 1976 was born in Taixing, Jiangsu, and 1999 graduated from Beijing Normal University.

He is an important initiator of the "lower body poetry movement" that swept the poetry world at the beginning of the century. In 2004, he was invited to hold a special poetry reading in Holland and Belgium. Published a collection of poems, Evil Hidden in My Heart, Notes of Wenlou Village, Butterfly and Command Me to Silence. Won the 1 1 China Literature and Media Award; "People's Literature" Poetry Award; October Poetry Award; China's first Laureate Poetry Award; The first "New Century Poetry Classics" Golden Poetry Award; The 3rd Chang 'an Poetry Festival, Modern Poetry Achievement Award, etc. At the same time, as the founder of Beijing Mo Tie Book Co., Ltd., he is one of the most famous publishers in China.

1998 published the article "Who is making fun of the 1990s", which triggered the "Pan Feng Debate" which had a great influence in China's poetry circles the following year. In 2000, he founded the poetry magazine "Lower Body" and launched the "Lower Body" poetry movement with colleagues. 2000-2065 438+00, moderator of the first online forum of China Pioneer Poetry (the founder of the forum is a poet from South China). ) From 20 10, he became the director and publisher of the first act of China's avant-garde poetry after the Internet forum era, "Poetry of the New Century" (the founder and host of "Poetry of the New Century" is the poet Sha Yi). [1]◇ Qin Opera

Climb the Kongtong Mountain

Suddenly, I heard someone's voice sound very similar.

An old rusty axe.

Separate the vows.

I was cut silly by an axe.

Chop the loess stone with one axe.

An axe, an axe, an axe.

Split from time to depth

Separate from the head

One axe, one axe, split the depths of Longshan four thousand years ago.

The Terracotta Warriors' Face of the Old Qin People

Cut their meaty throats.

It's like splitting a locust tree

I saw a huge crack that opened.

Cracks from ancient times to the present

I heard voices in the cracks.

Voices from ancient times to the present

A sample

He is a piece of garbage.

dregs of society

I never thought about it.

Him and me.

It is the same.

But when he

gently

Look at this young daughter.

That look

I was electrocuted.

at present

Him and me.

It's the same people.

We are all/We all

A daughter

Father of

The eighties

Those people in our village

Older male bachelor

Finally, there is no way.

Have to spend money

Entrust a trafficker

from afar

Than we did there.

A poorer place

Buy a wife back

When I was young.

Like to stay away from

Follow these

Behind the little wife I bought

Embrace something

Secret excitement

Look at them.

Look at these.

From Sichuan, Guizhou

Yunnan, Qinghai

Come to our village.

Young married women

It's not because you look good.

But imagine their hometown.

those

for me

A distant and mysterious place

Biaoge

Let's go and visit.

Advanced liver cancer

My dying cousin.

Drink two cups of tea.

Chat, chat

There is nothing to say.

Stand up and say goodbye.

My cousin is standing at the crossroads.

muchly

Wave to us

As if we were

Represents the world.

He is behind our car.

Stare for a long time

It's like putting us in the window.

Separate shadows

Put it in the soul.

to lead to death

The car is moving forward.