Geng Zhanchun, male, 1957 was born in Zhecheng County, Henan Province in June. 1982 graduated from the Chinese Department of Zhengzhou University. Since 1980s, he has been mainly engaged in poetics, narratology, literary criticism and cultural criticism. He is the author of Metaphor, Observer's Illusion, Land of Words and Memories, Narrative Aesthetics, etc. He is currently a professor at the School of Humanities and Communication of Hainan University, a researcher and doctoral supervisor at distinguished professor and Peking University Institute of New Poetry of Henan University.
2065438+won the "October Poetry Award of 2065438+2008" in February 2009.
Chinese name: Geng Zhanchun
Nationality: China.
Place of birth: Zhecheng County, Henan Province.
Date of birth: 1957 65438+ 10 month.
Occupation: writer, poet
Graduate school: Chinese Department of Zhengzhou University.
Major achievements: China Literature and Media Award in 2008.
2008 literary critic award
Representative works: metaphor, observer's illusion, place of words and memory, narrative aesthetics.
Character experience
Since 1980s, he has been mainly engaged in poetry research and literary criticism, and has written Soil of Time and Xinjiang Poetry. He is the author of Metaphor (1993), Land of Language and Memory (1995), Illusion of Observers (1995), Narrative Aesthetics (2002) and Between Morality and Aesthetics (2006).
He believes that "a real critic should not only have the ability to appreciate, but also grasp the context of his works". "Grasping the context means thinking about the work in the historical context of sports."
win a prize
Professor Geng Zhanchun has been engaged in writing for more than 30 years. In 2008, the book A World Without Symbols-Poetry, Experience and Rhetoric won the first prize of China Literature and Media. The China Literature and Media Award was initiated and sponsored by Southern Metropolis Daily in 2003. It consists of six awards, namely, outstanding writer of the year, novelist of the year, poet of the year, essayist of the year, literary critic of the year and most potential newcomer of the year. Among them, the annual outstanding writer award is 654.38 million yuan, and other awards are 20,000 yuan. This is the highest literary prize in China, and it is called "Nobel Prize in Literature of China".
Geng Zhanchun's words are the whispers of a thinker. He analyzed, questioned and demonstrated, explored the impressions left by time, life, history and dreams, and was fascinated by revealing the complex relationship between language and them. With poetic and original writing, he reinterprets criticism as the discovery of imagination, the test and expression of self-feeling: under the mask of knowledge, cherish individual intuition; Behind the material, pay attention to the breath of thought; In the face of rigorous academic language, we never underestimate the confusion and pain that cannot be classified. In 2008, he published The World Without Symbols-Poetry, Experience and Rhetoric, which interpreted the existence and disappearance of symbols as a fable of human existence and a poetic way of self-cognition. In an era when the relationship between man and the world, man and himself, and man and poetry is being completely rewritten, Geng Zhanchun's writing has a rare spiritual vision among contemporary scholars, and his beautiful and profound expression style is a model of rationality, wisdom and vitality.
In the daily world without symbols-on Wang Xiaoni's recent works, Geng Zhanchun thinks that Wang Xiaoni's poems are still devoted to the establishment of allegorical meaning in the context of the gradual loss of traditional symbolic structure and the gradual drift of revolutionary symbolism. After getting rid of the ancient folk symbols and ideological symbols, the poet rediscovered the possible meanings in daily life and things through the return of the daily world.
In the critical circle, Geng Zhanchun has a kind of "advanced consciousness", his theory can always be ahead of the trend, and the topic he pays attention to always seems to be a hot topic in the critical circle a few years later. He is always just a quiet walker, never noisy, indifferent but not indifferent. In another sense, we can also say that Geng Zhanchun's work and efforts are also deconstructing and reconstructing China's modern poetics under the realistic background of the lack and imperfection of China's modern poetic theory system.
The 7th China Literature and Media Award was presented in Guangzhou Sun Yat-sen University, and distinguished professor Geng Zhanchun of Henan University won the 2008 Literary Critics Award. Well-known writers Alai, Li Ximin, Cang Di and Sai Ren won the 2008 Outstanding Writer, Prose Writer, Poet and Most Potential Newcomer Award respectively.
20 19,12,65438 The 9th October Poetry Club of China Luojiang opened in Luojiang District, Quanzhou City, Fujian Province, and three poets including Geng Zhanchun won the October Poetry Award of 20 18.
Personal work
Kashi ancient city
The old streets and lanes of Tucheng, the past years
Go deep around and end at the entrance of a small Muslim temple.
The cycle of time. Children snuggling at the door
There is a stream flowing under their eyes, and Jasper is shining.
Crescent moon, snow-capped mountains and poplars over the small temple.
Have you ever seen the jade in the eyes of an adult child?
Into stones, gifts and tokens.
Turned into a weapon and prepared to throw it at his enemy.
Sharp or turbid, eyes changed due to injury.
Crescent moon, snow-capped mountains and poplars over the small temple.
God will not come again until dusk rises from the fundus.
Walk into his eyes. Every Uighur old man
Year after year is as hard and wet as jade.
The chanting and Muqam's happiness and wisdom were washed away.
Crescent moon, snow-capped mountains and poplars over the small temple.
Taklimakan Desert East of Kashgar City
Tianshan Mountain is in the north and Pamirs Plateau is in the west.
Karakorum in the south. Kashgar
It's a jet, in the eyes of the elderly Uighurs.
Crescent moon, snow-capped mountains and poplars over the small temple.
Balikun's courtyard
The past years have left Seoul and the whole city behind.
The tall adobe wall stands the northwest poplar.
Golden sunflowers sparkled in the Tang Dynasty.
Duhufu site, plug rock paintings.
Grassland Stone Man and Mongolian Cavalry
Round stone manger, history has gradually become
The scenery at the northern foot of Tianshan Mountain. There is snow in Tianshan Mountain now.
Illuminated pine forests and barkun grasslands.
Smoke wafted from Kazakh tents.
Near noon, we arrived in Marcand.
Walking on the ancient city wall, the garden at the foot of the city wall
Clean and bright, an old woman.
A young woman is picking vegetables in the garden.
Stretching to dry clothes, going in and out.
Their small bungalow, alas
Middle-aged travelers are suddenly tired of traveling.
Longing for a home in a foreign land, in August
Beans and potatoes are blooming, under the wall.
In August, firewood is piled for the winter.
In the afternoon, off and on
When I woke up in the afternoon, all was silent.
I want to see if it can be corrected at this time.
A mistake: people can live forever, can't they?
In the afternoon, off and on
Wake up again and again and try to correct it again and again.
A person will disappear? Countless dead people
Caused the silence in the afternoon. why
Off and on. Planting at 2 pm
I have been asking this question for twenty years, or thirty years.
I have tried countless times to correct the absurdity of creation.
Neglect. Summer or autumn. in the afternoon
It's two o'clock. Overflow of silence
Hot or cool afternoon, after countless times.
At this moment, there is still no temptation for me to lie.
It worked. At the moment of waking and dreaming, it is still the same.
Look flustered and miss kindness.
Beside the silence of things. Have you struggled?
Make a sound. Think about the fate of the person I love.
Love them. As if it were invisible.
Have pity on me.
In the afternoon, I heard it intermittently
Mimi and Dean, their voices.
Off and on. I heard you. Good afternoon.
Quiet and noisy, on the lotus pond outside the window.
A story
Two jailers entered the cell to interrogate the prisoner.
That man is doodling on the wall.
He drew a train through the cave.
Turn around and say, wait a minute, let me see.
Are there any painted seats on my train?
The jailer smiled at each other: it seems that he is still sick.
He became smaller from the painted tunnel.
A cloud of smoke came out of the train in the distance.
I want to tell the story again.
I am writing on the computer screen at the moment.
In this poem, I want to describe reality
Negative wishes. virtual space
Relieve stress. Time is my cell.
Let me breathe like a young prisoner
Let it tell you my escape route
And how to avoid another realistic arraignment.
When a person is old.
One finds out when one is old.
He is a hypocrite. He imitates
A Byakki Smoker.
And the mirror is blurred, Byakki Smoker slowly.
Disappear in the fog of cataract
You can only see the fog when you are old.
Spread on the way through
A child often comes out.
With a schoolbag on his shoulder and bright eyes.
He only reads himself from open books.
Everyone else is themselves in the mirror.
Live his future life.
Now he can't read through the fog.
One finds out when one is old.
His self has not yet been born.
So he doesn't know who he will be.
Happily perceive that life is not unique.
Death is also an illusion.
What does immunity mean?
In the harsh environment, a literate person's solitary life contains many fallacies, many self-deception, many weakness and cowardice. We try not to provoke the evil forces of the unit, nor to publicly criticize the small things around us. Because we can find tons of reasons, we may not worsen our specific living environment. Telling some big truths (even rebellious truths) may not offend anyone. However, we keep our mouths shut about scandals as big as public, as small as power and money transactions in the unit. We are just scholars. We don't want to disturb our inner peace or make too many enemies. We try our best to make the life of writing in the study-listening to a CD, drinking a cup of hot tea, talking about philosophy or literature, and writing on paper-self-sufficient. In the long run, this kind of life that has nothing to do with anyone will win the respect of some people who have nothing to do with it and win the honor gained by words. Generally speaking, people who enjoy this honor, even those evil forces who control the organs, will be arty about it. As long as you leave them alone. If there is any interest, go and find it, and solve it. Don't criticize them for public interests, and don't criticize them for worldly trifles. Being respected usually means doing nothing. I have known this principle since I was a child: "Whoever is inferior does not provoke, whoever is expensive does not eat." "Good shoes don't step on smelly shit." Being immune to evil means not only not associating with evil forces, but also never being enemies of evil forces. Maintain an indifferent attitude towards evil forces and the weak or victims. Keep looking and pretend not to see it. Turn a blind eye. I'm afraid it's too much. I'm afraid of getting dirty. I'm afraid of disturbing my inner peace. I'm afraid to live in an angry mood. I'm afraid I can't resist evil forces and lose my life. I'm afraid that scholars will meet soldiers. Afraid of being alone. A gentleman who doesn't belong to the party can't compare with the evil forces of nepotism. You can only avoid the heavy and light. As long as trouble doesn't come to you. And you should know that even if trouble comes to you, you should try not to resist, and you will take a humiliating, appeasing and obedient attitude. Because you console yourself by saying: In such a world, this is only a small trouble, and others have more troubles than this. What can you do? You can't turn to the law. People's daily life has long been unwritten as a society in which everything needs the help of power. Only in this way can we further improve our self-cultivation and cultivate our self-cultivation so as not to turn small troubles into big ones. Of course, you know "losers are always there". You know that as long as you dare to fall out with it openly, big trouble is still waiting for you. You know that in the face of legalized or institutionalized evil forces, all the interests of government agencies and units, and interest groups formed by power, money and nepotism, you can't turn to justice. You can't expect to win much sympathy and tears with this little trouble. You're alive, you're not killed, and you haven't avenged your father's death. You have too many reasons to swallow your pride and live. You have too many reasons to live a happy life. Turn your eyes away and stick your head in the book. In this way, he became a real scholar, still winning a little fame and respect. A good slave, a learned slave and a literate slave.